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Authors: Matthew Boyd
Tags: Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Serial Killers, Thrillers & Suspense, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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of the DVDs to the team.
“I got up with owners a few more businesses and ran back downtown to gather up some more footage from their own private security systems,” Stacey said, and smacked a DVD with a bright green label into Jake’s hand, “Looks like there might be some more footage that can show up at least which direction they headed after they went off camera. This guy might be a student and living on campus. If they head off that way, then we’ll know.”
The team of detectives continued their search. It had been 18 hours since the murder of Emma Fisher. The atmosphere in the homicide department was tense and mostly quiet as the detectives pored through the mountain of video footage. Andrews and Garraty had already laid out over 2 dozen profiles each on possible suspects that had criminal records and looked vaguely like the man in the photograph, but were admittedly running out of steam.
Occasionally the phone would ring and a caller would offer up some information, but none of it matched with what they already knew. Going public with a high-profile case like a serial killing can often help bring in leads, but in this case, it was only slowing things down. Jake was frustrated with taking phone calls as he loaded up the next DVD.
The DVD contained footage taken by security cameras from the pizza place on the farthest corner of the block. On the DVD there was more footage that had been taken of the far end of the street, overlooking a crosswalk that led to the university and a small parking lot in the distance. Jake’s eyes widened as he watched for a moment, and then shouted out, “Come here, guys! I got some more video of them here.”
The team gathered around and watched as the man and girl on the screen walked across the street into the deserted parking lot and entered an older-model Buick. They sat inside for a moment, and could be seen for a few seconds before the interior light in the car went out. Then the car started as the brake lights illuminated. The driver turned on the head lights, backed up, and spun out of the gravel parking lot heading in the direction of the town commons. Unfortunately, the camera was too far away to get a number off the license plate.
“Looks like an old Buick, uhm…Regal? I think,” said Detective Garraty. “Maybe a 1992, or 1993. I’m not totally sure. It’s been a long time, but I used to have one...at least until my freaking ex-wife claimed ownership.”
“Let me guess. Another trophy she claimed from your divorce?” ribbed Detective Andrews.
“She got the house, the car, and the dog. All I got was a swift kick to the nuts.”
Jake was both elated and frustrated at the same time. “Damn it, he took her straight to the town commons park to murder her. I was really hoping to catch them walking onto campus first or something. I had a feeling this guy was a student or something, too.”
Stacey fingered her hair out of her face and said, “At least we know what he’s driving. Let’s see what we can turn up about that vehicle.”
Stacey kicked out her feet and wheeled the chair over to her desk and pulled up the DMV database on her computer. She plugged in information on the Buick for a general model and year county-wide search. She clicked to mouse one last time and pressed enter to complete the query.
“Let’s see, Jake. The DMV reports eighty-four matching vehicles for the entire county.”
She began to click through the owners and addresses beside each vehicle tag in the database. “No. No. Uh-uh. No. Hmm,” Stacey said and frowned.
“Whatcha got?” Jake asked.
Stacey sighed as she replied, “Well, most of the matches are older folks. Some of them have had these cars for years and never sold them. Most of the vehicles that are listed here are not registered to anyone younger than forty-five years old. Our guy looks to be in his twenties. The small handful of owners that match that
“I got up with owners a few more businesses and ran back downtown to gather up some more footage from their own private security systems,” Stacey said, and smacked a DVD with a bright green label into Jake’s hand, “Looks like there might be some more footage that can show up at least which direction they headed after they went off camera. This guy might be a student and living on campus. If they head off that way, then we’ll know.”
The team of detectives continued their search. It had been 18 hours since the murder of Emma Fisher. The atmosphere in the homicide department was tense and mostly quiet as the detectives pored through the mountain of video footage. Andrews and Garraty had already laid out over 2 dozen profiles each on possible suspects that had criminal records and looked vaguely like the man in the photograph, but were admittedly running out of steam.
Occasionally the phone would ring and a caller would offer up some information, but none of it matched with what they already knew. Going public with a high-profile case like a serial killing can often help bring in leads, but in this case, it was only slowing things down. Jake was frustrated with taking phone calls as he loaded up the next DVD.
The DVD contained footage taken by security cameras from the pizza place on the farthest corner of the block. On the DVD there was more footage that had been taken of the far end of the street, overlooking a crosswalk that led to the university and a small parking lot in the distance. Jake’s eyes widened as he watched for a moment, and then shouted out, “Come here, guys! I got some more video of them here.”
The team gathered around and watched as the man and girl on the screen walked across the street into the deserted parking lot and entered an older-model Buick. They sat inside for a moment, and could be seen for a few seconds before the interior light in the car went out. Then the car started as the brake lights illuminated. The driver turned on the head lights, backed up, and spun out of the gravel parking lot heading in the direction of the town commons. Unfortunately, the camera was too far away to get a number off the license plate.
“Looks like an old Buick, uhm…Regal? I think,” said Detective Garraty. “Maybe a 1992, or 1993. I’m not totally sure. It’s been a long time, but I used to have one...at least until my freaking ex-wife claimed ownership.”
“Let me guess. Another trophy she claimed from your divorce?” ribbed Detective Andrews.
“She got the house, the car, and the dog. All I got was a swift kick to the nuts.”
Jake was both elated and frustrated at the same time. “Damn it, he took her straight to the town commons park to murder her. I was really hoping to catch them walking onto campus first or something. I had a feeling this guy was a student or something, too.”
Stacey fingered her hair out of her face and said, “At least we know what he’s driving. Let’s see what we can turn up about that vehicle.”
Stacey kicked out her feet and wheeled the chair over to her desk and pulled up the DMV database on her computer. She plugged in information on the Buick for a general model and year county-wide search. She clicked to mouse one last time and pressed enter to complete the query.
“Let’s see, Jake. The DMV reports eighty-four matching vehicles for the entire county.”
She began to click through the owners and addresses beside each vehicle tag in the database. “No. No. Uh-uh. No. Hmm,” Stacey said and frowned.
“Whatcha got?” Jake asked.
Stacey sighed as she replied, “Well, most of the matches are older folks. Some of them have had these cars for years and never sold them. Most of the vehicles that are listed here are not registered to anyone younger than forty-five years old. Our guy looks to be in his twenties. The small handful of owners that match that
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