Going through junk mail was like weeding a garden, only on a computer as opposed to outdoors. I swear for every one important message I get from the forensic labs, justice department, etc. I get about five of them pertaining to my sex life or a yearly subscribtion to Maxim magazine or Popular mechanics. What I find funny is the the sex life emails seem to think I'm a woman as opposed to a man. 'Call now and we'll guarantee your breasts will be what your man is looking for!' I almost laugh at those. Maybe I should have Wally trace these emails just to see what snot nosed punk was trying to pull a fast one. Would cease them for the most part. Though not by much I think. Things like that only scratch the surface.
For the time being I focused on some possible leads pertaining to the missing kids. Whomever these guys were, knew what they were doing. Covering their tracks carefully from what I can tell. Some of the other evidence was collected by the blue boys and sent out for processing. Shoe prints, tread prints, DNA analysis, fingerprints. The E-Mails would be sent to me on an update, or Cathy would call me. In either case, I would be the first to know about the results. As it should be considering I'm the senior detective assigned to it. I received an e-mail with the different crime scene photos and printed them out on photo paper. Before forwarding the files to the lab. I sent it to Cathy, leaving a note with it. Nothing fancy, just something to give her an idea what I'm looking for. She should get done within a couple of days or so. I examined the images myself reviewing the scenario in my head. While doing so, Jonsey walked in with a copy of his report at the residence we were at a few hours prior. "How did it go?" I asked him.
"Lousy." Jonsey responded disappointed. "The parents didn't give much. It's like this was at random."
"I doubt it is random. Something else is brewing here."
"Three or four kids missing here, Reed. It can't be a coincidence."
"Now, your jumping to conclusions." I pointed out. "We may have little to go by, but we can work with it." I looked over the photos of the crime scenes we looked into within the last few weeks or so. The scenes were the same. The rooms were undisturbed, no signs of struggle. Window was cracked open. Though some trace evidence was left behind in each of them. Dirt on the carpet in one, A piece of fabric in the recent one, a shoe print in another, and a small fiber strand of some kind. Most of it was a jigsaw puzzle, but could get something from it. Jonesy watched me as I worked. "What are you thinking, Reed?"
"Their is a connection, just gotta find it." I said. "If these were random it would've been any random house." I said. "Did you get a photo of the latest missing persons?"
"No, parents are supposed to receive the most recent school photograph within a few days or so."
"Just like the other ones." I sighed. "It's hard to tell what we're dealing with here. Without seeing a photo, we can't get much information."
"I know, though we could use one of the other photographs."
"No, they wouldn't work too well since the features change from one age group to the next." I said. "We need the most recent photo of the missing persons. That way we can narrow down where to search and get some help from the public if need be." Jonsey sighed. "We got names though, don't we?" I asked him.
"Try getting in touch with the photo company and see if they can forward a copy of each missing persons to us."
"I don't know if they will go with that."
I looked to Jonesy. "We need to cover all the bases." I looked over to see Marlon signaling me at the door. I nodded collecting what I had so far getting up from my desk. "Try doing some more digging on these individuals. Find out who their friends were see what you can find out."
"Where are you going?" Jonsey asked me as I carried the file with me. "To see the Cheif. I need to give him an update."
"You know I should be there with you. I AM part of this too!"
"You take care of the phone calls like I asked you to." I turned to face Jonsey stopping for a second.
"For Christ sake Reed!"
"Time is against us Jonsey!" I pointed out. "We can't be screwing around, and I don't want to delay any longer than I have to."
"Then why don't YOU make those damn phone calls?"
"Because I asked YOU to." I pointed out. "Kids lives are at stake here, Jonsey. Don't argue, just do it!"
Jonsey sighed in annoyance. I could tell he was doing whatever he could to shine on the spotlight. "Fine. . . I'll take care of it." I nodded to him. "We have our assigned roles here, Jonesy. I'll let you know how things turn out." I said turning to head to Winslow's office. Now, here is an interesting question: You ever get into one of those awkward moments when you turn without looking, nearly bumping into someone else as a result? Well, that's what happened with me when I started for that direction. When I turned, I almost bumped into a woman without looking. Fortunately, I stopped myself before I wound up colliding. "Oh!" I said a bit shoked. The woman had short, shoulder length wavy hair on her. Glasses on her nose, a bit innocent looking to me. Though her build was near perfection, strangely enough. I turned slight pink in the cheeks as I scooted around her. "erm. . . S-sorry about that. I erm. . . wasn't paying attention. K-kinda in a hurry here. . . Y-your not hurt are you?" I said while watching her. I didn't really catch too much on her expression or reaction. I was so embarrassed I nearly bumped into her that all I cared about was seeing Winslow.
"It's my fault." she said. "I wasn't paying much attention. I'm fine, thanks. You didn't knock me over."
I turned redder int he cheeks nodding. "Erm. . . W-well, I uh. . . T-that is. . ." She giggled a little. "I think someone is waiting for you. . ." she pointed to the door behind me. I looked behind me seeing Winslow waiting and shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. "Oh! Y-yeah! I am in a bit of a hurry. S-sorry again, miss. I'll uh. . . Well erm. . ." I sighed in annoyance about the shyness. "I'll uh, probably catch you later sometime Miss." I spun around really quickly shutting the door to Winslow's office catching my breath. Lord if their was one thing I was terrible at, it was talking to women. The only exception was Cathy since I've been around her for so long. White Owl I was getting there some, but not much. I looked to Winslow who was Adjusting himself after getting off the phone. "Almost caught your foot in your mouth that time." He said to me. I took a second or two to calm my nerves. "Yeah. . . The story of my life." I said in response looking around his room for a second. I noticed the window near his desk was opened with the wind blowing. Most people assume he was hot, but I knew better. Having worked with her in the past, it didn't take rocket science to figure it out. "Getting her involved with this too?"
"No, she's working on another case for me." Winslow answered.
"One of the weirdos in town?"
"Could say that." He adjusted his tie getting comfortable. "I have the Mayor, and Commissioner on my heels since these multiple cases came up. People are starting to grow weary." he explained. "I'm just hoping some sight peeks through the cracks at some point."
"We're doing what we can on our end, Chief."
"Yeah, I know. Just the pressure is rough sometimes."
"You can say that again. . ." I said to him recalling my temporary position as head honcho while Winslow was out. I doubt I would ever want to deal with that again. Too much stress even for me. But if it did come down to it, I would do so if asked. Winslow looked to me, leaning back on his desk folding his arms across his chest "So, what did you find out? Something good, I hope?"