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on her part.”
Jon was a damned good behavioral analyst, but Derek didn’t like to find himself on the other end of Jon’s skills. “What’s your point, Hatton?”
“Actually, my point is that I agree with you. I don’t think you’re overreacting. If you told Molly you would be there to pick her up this morning, there is not much that would keep her from being there when that happened if she had a say.”
Derek wasn’t sure about all that, but he did know Molly was a considerate and kind person. She would’ve left a note, something if she knew she wasn’t going to be there for him when she said she would.
Derek wasn’t ignoring his gut any longer. Yeah, they needed to get back out to the house in West Philly, but first Derek was going to make sure Molly was all right. He sat down at his desk.
“What’s your plan?” Jon asked.
“I’m going to see what sort of street-camera footage we have on Molly’s house. She has a stoplight nearby.”
“Give me her address and I’ll help look, too.”
Accessing camera footage wasn’t as easy or as simple as cop shows made it look on TV. Watching it was time-consuming and boring work, often leading to nothing.
But not this time.
If Derek hadn’t been watching for it, he wouldn’t have seen it since the perps hugged the shadows so well.
“Jon. Look at this.”
The traffic light camera provided footage of two men entering the alley behind Molly’s condo. Twenty minutes later they left down the same alley, but this time they were carrying someone between them.
The expletives that flew out of Derek’s mouth were ugly. Jon’s weren’t much better.
They watched it again.
“Someone took Molly. Why the hell would someone take Molly?” Jon murmured to no one in particular.
For the second time in twenty-four hours Derek had to completely divorce himself from his feelings. There was no room for panic. There was only room for the task at hand.
Finding the bastards that took Molly and getting her home safely.
Sometimes the toughest part of taking action was when you knew there was no action to take yet. The why of someone taking Molly was secondary right now to the who and the where .
“I’m tasking every available camera in that area to see if we can get an ID or at least a vehicle.”
“You take the ones running north and south. I’ll start east/west.”
Definitely faster this way. Neither of them spoke as they used the computers to find and utilize any cameras near Molly’s house. And neither of them gave a damn that they didn’t have the necessary prior approval to do so.
If Steve Drackett was pissed at what they were doing, Derek would take the heat. But they were already hours behind Molly’s abductors. Derek wasn’t going to waste time running outside to get Drackett’s written permission.
Every second was precious.
“I’ve got something. ATM camera.” Jon spun in his chair to face Derek. “Same black SUV leaving. Heading west down Monument Street at 5:12 a.m.”
Five-twelve? That was barely fifteen minutes after he’d left Molly’s house. Derek clenched his fists. As if he hadn’t had enough reason to have wished he’d stayed.
Derek concentrated his efforts on the cameras that would pick up the SUV. It was like piecing together a puzzle, figuring out which way the vehicle turned at an intersection, often by process of elimination.
But as the vehicle headed farther out of the city, there were fewer cameras to track it.
“We’re going to lose it.” Derek’s teeth were gritted as he made the statement. “It’s heading out of town.”
Sure enough, within a few minutes they’d lost the SUV completely. There just weren’t enough cameras.
Derek slammed his fist down on his desk.
“Let me see if we can get anything by working with the cameras from different angles or with reflections,” Jon told him.
It wasn’t as good as getting an actual location where the vehicle had stopped, but it may get them a usable photo of
Jon was a damned good behavioral analyst, but Derek didn’t like to find himself on the other end of Jon’s skills. “What’s your point, Hatton?”
“Actually, my point is that I agree with you. I don’t think you’re overreacting. If you told Molly you would be there to pick her up this morning, there is not much that would keep her from being there when that happened if she had a say.”
Derek wasn’t sure about all that, but he did know Molly was a considerate and kind person. She would’ve left a note, something if she knew she wasn’t going to be there for him when she said she would.
Derek wasn’t ignoring his gut any longer. Yeah, they needed to get back out to the house in West Philly, but first Derek was going to make sure Molly was all right. He sat down at his desk.
“What’s your plan?” Jon asked.
“I’m going to see what sort of street-camera footage we have on Molly’s house. She has a stoplight nearby.”
“Give me her address and I’ll help look, too.”
Accessing camera footage wasn’t as easy or as simple as cop shows made it look on TV. Watching it was time-consuming and boring work, often leading to nothing.
But not this time.
If Derek hadn’t been watching for it, he wouldn’t have seen it since the perps hugged the shadows so well.
“Jon. Look at this.”
The traffic light camera provided footage of two men entering the alley behind Molly’s condo. Twenty minutes later they left down the same alley, but this time they were carrying someone between them.
The expletives that flew out of Derek’s mouth were ugly. Jon’s weren’t much better.
They watched it again.
“Someone took Molly. Why the hell would someone take Molly?” Jon murmured to no one in particular.
For the second time in twenty-four hours Derek had to completely divorce himself from his feelings. There was no room for panic. There was only room for the task at hand.
Finding the bastards that took Molly and getting her home safely.
Sometimes the toughest part of taking action was when you knew there was no action to take yet. The why of someone taking Molly was secondary right now to the who and the where .
“I’m tasking every available camera in that area to see if we can get an ID or at least a vehicle.”
“You take the ones running north and south. I’ll start east/west.”
Definitely faster this way. Neither of them spoke as they used the computers to find and utilize any cameras near Molly’s house. And neither of them gave a damn that they didn’t have the necessary prior approval to do so.
If Steve Drackett was pissed at what they were doing, Derek would take the heat. But they were already hours behind Molly’s abductors. Derek wasn’t going to waste time running outside to get Drackett’s written permission.
Every second was precious.
“I’ve got something. ATM camera.” Jon spun in his chair to face Derek. “Same black SUV leaving. Heading west down Monument Street at 5:12 a.m.”
Five-twelve? That was barely fifteen minutes after he’d left Molly’s house. Derek clenched his fists. As if he hadn’t had enough reason to have wished he’d stayed.
Derek concentrated his efforts on the cameras that would pick up the SUV. It was like piecing together a puzzle, figuring out which way the vehicle turned at an intersection, often by process of elimination.
But as the vehicle headed farther out of the city, there were fewer cameras to track it.
“We’re going to lose it.” Derek’s teeth were gritted as he made the statement. “It’s heading out of town.”
Sure enough, within a few minutes they’d lost the SUV completely. There just weren’t enough cameras.
Derek slammed his fist down on his desk.
“Let me see if we can get anything by working with the cameras from different angles or with reflections,” Jon told him.
It wasn’t as good as getting an actual location where the vehicle had stopped, but it may get them a usable photo of
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