DECEIT CHAPTER 1
"Did you get anything from those pictures from the office building?" Don said as he looked over his shoulder to Emma, the FBI's most skilled bomb expert, sitting directly across from him at another desk. "Nah. I really can't. The images are just not quite big enough for me and try to detect any sort of residue or evidence that the bomb may have left behind. Can you call your brother and see if he can maybe help my enlarging the images to help see if there was something going on the background? I mean we also have these pictures left at the crime scene show the building ten minutes before the bomb was detonated, and I think there may be something here in this bush, but all I can see is a small shadow. I mean it could be something, maybe even a small shadow of our criminal."
"Actually I have already called him and he said they look like maybe an piece of paper, maybe with an address on it looks as if it's been smeared and part of someone's hand. And if he can make them big enough we might be able to get some prints and run them through the system. I already sent Colby and David out to try and find any traces of the paper, but odds are with the size of the explosion, the paper would have been picked up by the wind."
"Your probably right I mean if nothing else with all the other debris from the explosion the odds of finding this one scrap of paper are slim." All of a sudden Emma looked down at the clock and saw that it read 4 P.M., and she realized the last time she looked down at her clock it was nearly 1:30 in the morning, right after she had been called back in on what they thought was a lead suspect. As it turns out, however, his alibi checked out. "Wow, do you realize that we have been working on this non-stop since the middle of last night," Emma said with a bit of surprise in her voice. Yawning, Don replied, "Yes, trust me I am aware of every single minute that passes by on that clock, making that one more that I have gone without sleep." "You look absolutely exhausted and you know as well as I do that when we're all tired, nothing ever gets done on time. Why don't you go home and try and get some food in you and get a nap. Come on you deserve it, you've been going at it now for nearly 24 hours straight because they told me you never went home last night."
"Yeah I guess you are right. I suppose I'll go over to see my brother and see how's he doing with trying to figure out the exact point of origin and smoke release of the bomb. I'm sure he has something by now, like you said it's been over 24 hours. He is a genius after all. Besides, huh man, I am absolutely exhausted. But you have to promise that if anything and I do mean anything changes you will call me immediately!" "Yes, I promise….absolutely anything! Go find your brother and go and get some rest.," Emma said as she patted the exhausted man on his back and slightly pushed him towards the door, placing his keys to his black SUV into his hand. Just as Don left, Emma opened up her backpack filled with her textbooks, all loaded with highlighted sections and sticky notes. She dug out her notebooks and began to write. But just as soon as she had taken them out, Megan came by and tapped her on the shoulder. Quickly Emma tried to hide the notebooks filled with scribbles and what looked to be blue prints. "Watcha working on there?" Megan said with an inquisitive voice. "UMMMMM..nothing…nothing…just brushing up on a few things for the case that's all." "Then what are all these little scribbles for?" "Oh it's nothing just something that Don is having me work on, it really is nothing. So what did you come over to ask me about?" Emma said with a bit of hesitance and resentment. "Um never mind it's ok, I just figured it out," Megan said with trepidation while giving her partner an odd look. Seeing David and Colby come through the front doors, Megan walked up to them, "Have you two noticed how odd Emma's behavior has been lately? Always working in those little notebooks, scribbling something down when Don is not around." "Actually, yes," Colby answered, I noticed the same thing and was going to ask you. "Yesterday I went up to ask her about the chemicals that the lab found in some of the samples taken close to what we think may be the center of the explosion, and she wouldn't even look me in the eyes. All she kept doing was staring at the case file on her desk and wouldn't even answer me when I asked her who would be able to get their hands on chemicals like these. It's like she was off in her own little world, deep inside her head or something, just her and her bombs"