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father. Somehow she managed to stop herself right before she lifted her hand.
They were separating the evidence into a few piles before dividing the piles amongst
themselves. Arie was looking over evidence found on the bodies and possible victim
connections. Cris was going over suspects and autopsy reports.
Arie was developing a feel of who the killer was by looking over how the bodies were
placed at the crime scene. The more she stared at them the more she felt as though
she was getting in the head of the killer. She knew she would have more insight if
she were at the different crime scenes and could have seen it with her own eyes.
The images from the crime scenes were getting too much for her so she switched over
to the possible victims ' connection s . As she was scanning through the victim connection’s piles, one started formulating, but she didn’t want to alert Cris too soon.
Cris was wondering how Grace got her hands on all this information that wasn’t made
public since he knew he hadn’t gave it to her. While he was scanning through the
pictures taken right before the autopsy, he noticed Grace had circled something on
each of the pictures and had them enhanced. He knew he had to get his hands on the
autopsy reports and quickly. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call his
captain, he realized he was on mandatory vacation.
“Cris, I think I got something,” Arie said and turned to him when she finished writing
down her notes.
“What?” Cris asked as he looked over and read her notes but for the life of him, he
wasn’t seeing the connections she did.
“You see all these different club names that each of the girls went to two months
before they were kidnapped? They’re actually the same pool hall. The pool hall they
were at just has different themes weekly and the club name was based on the theme
that week. That is why the names are different, they must have all went there at
a different week. Plus you have to know someone with connection there to even get
in the door,” Arie said as she looked over her notes once more.
“We need to find a way to get into that pool hall and probably tonight. It is imperative
for us get ahead of the killer. Based on his timeline, he is going to strike in the
next week or so,” Cris said as he buried his head into his hands trying to decompress
from some of the mounting pressure.
Cris was putting pressure on himself to find the person who killed his sister and
the rest of the women before the killer killed someone else. He knew he would feel
even more guilt and feel like he let Grace down even more if he let someone else get
killed before he could stop it all. It was all too much, but this was a part of being
a detective—the really hard part.
“I have an in, my best friend, Kylee, her husband actually is a bouncer for them sometimes
when they need extra cash. I can call them since they have been wanting to take me
out since the surgery. I will call them now and arrange it,” Arie said as she pulled
out her phone from the pocket of her jeans and pressed three.
Kylee had set up Arie’s phone when her parents died. So all she had to do was press
a button for the person she needed without misdialing something, which she did many
times.
“Hey, Kylee, I wanted to know if you and Jordan were free tonight?” Arie asked.
“Yes, are you finally going to let us take you out?” Kylee asked with a light squeal
in her voice.
“Sure, I was thinking about going to the Nameless pool hall after hearing so much
about it from you. I want to know what it is like,” Arie answered, trying to be as
discreet as she could about it.
“Sure, Jordan and I will pick you up since you don’t have your license,” Kylee answered,
she didn’t care where they went just as long as Arie was finally going out with her.
“That isn’t necessary, a friend of mine is driving. Let’s say we meet there at
They were separating the evidence into a few piles before dividing the piles amongst
themselves. Arie was looking over evidence found on the bodies and possible victim
connections. Cris was going over suspects and autopsy reports.
Arie was developing a feel of who the killer was by looking over how the bodies were
placed at the crime scene. The more she stared at them the more she felt as though
she was getting in the head of the killer. She knew she would have more insight if
she were at the different crime scenes and could have seen it with her own eyes.
The images from the crime scenes were getting too much for her so she switched over
to the possible victims ' connection s . As she was scanning through the victim connection’s piles, one started formulating, but she didn’t want to alert Cris too soon.
Cris was wondering how Grace got her hands on all this information that wasn’t made
public since he knew he hadn’t gave it to her. While he was scanning through the
pictures taken right before the autopsy, he noticed Grace had circled something on
each of the pictures and had them enhanced. He knew he had to get his hands on the
autopsy reports and quickly. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call his
captain, he realized he was on mandatory vacation.
“Cris, I think I got something,” Arie said and turned to him when she finished writing
down her notes.
“What?” Cris asked as he looked over and read her notes but for the life of him, he
wasn’t seeing the connections she did.
“You see all these different club names that each of the girls went to two months
before they were kidnapped? They’re actually the same pool hall. The pool hall they
were at just has different themes weekly and the club name was based on the theme
that week. That is why the names are different, they must have all went there at
a different week. Plus you have to know someone with connection there to even get
in the door,” Arie said as she looked over her notes once more.
“We need to find a way to get into that pool hall and probably tonight. It is imperative
for us get ahead of the killer. Based on his timeline, he is going to strike in the
next week or so,” Cris said as he buried his head into his hands trying to decompress
from some of the mounting pressure.
Cris was putting pressure on himself to find the person who killed his sister and
the rest of the women before the killer killed someone else. He knew he would feel
even more guilt and feel like he let Grace down even more if he let someone else get
killed before he could stop it all. It was all too much, but this was a part of being
a detective—the really hard part.
“I have an in, my best friend, Kylee, her husband actually is a bouncer for them sometimes
when they need extra cash. I can call them since they have been wanting to take me
out since the surgery. I will call them now and arrange it,” Arie said as she pulled
out her phone from the pocket of her jeans and pressed three.
Kylee had set up Arie’s phone when her parents died. So all she had to do was press
a button for the person she needed without misdialing something, which she did many
times.
“Hey, Kylee, I wanted to know if you and Jordan were free tonight?” Arie asked.
“Yes, are you finally going to let us take you out?” Kylee asked with a light squeal
in her voice.
“Sure, I was thinking about going to the Nameless pool hall after hearing so much
about it from you. I want to know what it is like,” Arie answered, trying to be as
discreet as she could about it.
“Sure, Jordan and I will pick you up since you don’t have your license,” Kylee answered,
she didn’t care where they went just as long as Arie was finally going out with her.
“That isn’t necessary, a friend of mine is driving. Let’s say we meet there at
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