Hmmmm, a little review birdie told me that you all were satisfied with my first chapter. I guess I must write a second one. Now bear with me cause I really don't where any of this is going. Okay, I know how will end, just not how it will get there.
The words from Josh Groban's song will appear once Stella is mentioned during each chapter. (So yes, I am using Josh Groban's songs.) I was hoping to use the names of other dancing songs as titles but we'll see how that works out.
Lindsay was sitting in the breakroom eating soup, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. Why? Cause she was listening to an ipod. But not to any ipod, the victims. She didn't know why almost every victim had an ipod in their possession, but she always enjoyed it cause she would be the one who got to listen to it.
"Yo, Montana." Came a muffled voice.
"Hmm?" she ripped the ear plugs out of her ears to listen to what the voice had to say.
"Flack pulled up the vic's phone records and guess what? There is this one constant phone number that has been calling for the past 3 weeks." Said Danny.
"So?"
"She never answered it. And I just interviewed the best friend, and she said that whenever this phone number rang on the vic's cell, she would completely ignore it. At first she thought it was a guy, until she started to get paranoid whenever her phone rang."
"Maybe it is a guy, but not a boyfriend." Lindsay said, winking at him. "What if she has a stalker?"
"Then this case just reached a whole new level." Said Danny leaning back in his seat.
"How's that?" asked Mac, walking over to the counter to pour himself another cup of coffee.
"It looks like our dancer might have a friend named 'Stalker.' " said Danny.
Mac arched an eyebrow.
"Lindsay, grab the ipod. Danny grab the phone records. I'll grab Stella and we'll meet in the AV lab."
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A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
"Mac, what's up?" asked Stella, as she followed her partner to the AV lab.
"Do you have that sheet of paper I asked you to bring?"
"Yeah."
"It might help us." He opened the door for her so she could enter the AV lab. He had no idea what he was going to do, but hopefully their little meeting would answer some questions. Stella wasn't obsessing over the case, but he could tell it was bothering her.
"So Mac, why are we all here." Asked Hawkes.
"We're going to put this all together. Now what do we know?" asked Mac.
"Well, I traced the calls on her cell phone back to a dance store in Manhattan and all the employees know the victim." Said Danny. "So we've got about…37 suspects."
"Okay, you've got to narrow that down." Said Stella.
"Um,.. that is narrowed down." Responded Danny.
"Lindsay is there anything interesting on the ipod?" asked Hawkes.
"There was a variety of songs from different tracks. The music ranged from ballets, broadway shows to soundtracks." Lindsay explained. "This girl had huge dancing plans."
"Yeah, and she wrote them down too." Said Stella. Then it clicked. "Do we have a handwriting comparison of the victims?"
"Um," Hawkes searched through the evidence bags. "I have her daytimer, which I must add was full of shows and rehearsals."
"This girl has the biggest broadway plans I've ever heard of." Said Stella "Hawkes I want you to compare the notes I found in her purse to her daytimer."
"I'm on it." He said.
"Maybe someone knew about her dreams and wanted to help." Said Mac, eyeing Stella. "But she wouldn't let them."
"But who would call this girl so many times?" asked Danny. "I mean, if you have an order to pick up from the place, you'd answer your phone and drive up to pick it up. What would make her so paranoid that she wouldn't answer her cell?"
"How many times did that number call?" asked Lindsay.
"Forty two."
"Dang." Said Hawkes. Stella shook her head.
"She must be a usual for someone to not only know her number, but to want to call her that many times." Said Stella.
"It's a company phone." Stated Mac. "Someone must be ticked for somebody to want to use the phone all the time. The line probably got clogged. No one could call in, and no one could call out."
"Another employee has gotta now who was using the phone all the time. It's that simple. Thanks Mac." Said Danny before rushing out to call Flack.
"Uh, your welcome." Technically, Mac wasn't even done yet, but as long as it helped. He turned to Stella, who was looking over it all. She knew that it was possible that they just solved it. But this case still kind of hit hard. She loved to dance. She loved almost as most as her job. And Mac was the only one who knew that, but he didn't even know half of it. And he could see it in her eyes.
Tis short, I know. I'm sorry. I'm trying so hard to make this flow and I have all these ideas flying around and I'm terribly confused. Please review, throw in an idea, and I'll see what I can do.
