"Hanson!" Captain Fuller's voice boomed through the bustling noise of Jumpstreet Chapel.
"Yep" replied officer Hanson from his desk. The 23-year-old officer got up and made his way past countless attendants toward his supervisor's office. He entered into the sterile room and gave his captain a quizzical look. "Yeah Coach?" he asked.
"Sit down Hanson." Fuller replied flatly, "What have you heard about the Marybell Murders?"
Tom Hanson sat and pondered a moment. "Not much sir, just that there have been a string of random killings in the Marybell area for the past month or so…the killer shoots the victim once in the head and then, leaves the gun in the victim's hands, making it look like a suicide."
"Well, the 'Suicide Killer', as the media is calling him, struck again last night, at Marybell High School. Jake Atbarr, a senior was found dead this morning in the gym, shot once in the head."
"Yeah, just like the other three victims, but…sir…isn't this a homicide case?"
"Well, they have their hands full, so I'm sending you in there. Just, sniff around, see what you can find."
"What's my cover coach?" Hanson asked sarcastically.
"Well, the boy who was murdered was a Lacrosse player, real popular, good looking. So, you will be the same. Hang around with his buds, see what you can get from them." Fuller sat back, indicating that Hanson could leave.
Hanson got up and headed toward the door, dossier in hand. "Oh, and, Hanson…this guy is no armature, so watch out."
"Okey Dokey!" With that Hanson exited the room and sauntered back to his desk.