Chapter 1: Elegy
The world is steal reeling from the attack in Scotland six months ago. The bombing of historic Blake Hall by persons unknown is still under investigation by Interpol. The damage is stated to be catastrophic, with property losses registering in the billions. This is, of course, nothing compared to the lives lost in the attack.
Shaggy was trying his hardest not to cry. He knew no one would fault him for it, but he had to be strong. It was just a matter of respect. "Fred Jones was the best and bravest man I ever knew. He wouldn't stand for me saying that of course. He liked being the everyman. But he wasn't. He was clever, and daring, and the best friend a guy could have."
Among the dead was famed paranormal investigator and author Fredrick Jones. Jones and longtime partner Daphne Blake had just been married in Blake Hall when the tragedy took place. Sources report that Jones went back into the house to assist in evacuations when the tragedy struck.
Daphne took a deep breath as she exited the airport. She supposed she should have been looking for her ride, but she really could not muster the energy. The sun was far too bright and she shielded her eyes while digging around for her sunglasses. Once they were on they provided some small measure of comfort.
"Daphne" She heard someone call.
She followed the voice to the edge of the parking lot where Danica was leaning against her car. It was odd, seeing the fashion model sans makeup, decked out in jeans and hoodie. Then again, it was just as well that people did not recognize her. After all, Daphne had left Coolsville to avoid the media circus… and the memories.
While investigators are still searching for leads, some sources claim that the bombing is linked to a similar attack two months previously at the Ostwald Innovations Laboratories in Berlin. The prime suspect in that attack, one William McLemore, an American national who had recently escaped from prison is still wanted by both Interpol and the FBI.
"Rogers" Dooley called, shocking Maggie out of her reverie. It was not a boon to her work that every time she closed her eyes she saw the explosion, saw Fred in the fire even though she had no way of knowing what had really happened inside the castle. All she knew was that they had had nothing to bury.
"Yes sir" she said, pushing all of these thoughts to the back of her mind.
Dooley walked up to her desk, threatening to burst from his suit. How could there be fitness requirements for agents but not for this guy? The man with him on the other hand, was a strapping, square jawed red head. "I want you to meet your new partner, Beau Neville. You two are gonna be working some of the escaped convict cases. You good with that?"
"Yes sir" Maggie repeated.
As always, our hearts go out to the family and friends of those lost. We will continue to have more on the story as it develops.