Part 2
George slides into his chair in front of the computer, setting his mug of coffee in front of the computer. Bailey slides him a folder, and a computer disk to him. George catches them. He puts the disk in the computer, and with a few keystrokes brings up the information on the giant screen behind the computer.George nods a hello to Grace and Sam, the only other members of the team sitting at the table right now.
"Are we going to go ahead and start, -or- wait for Nathan and John to get back?" Grace asks.
The elevator doors slide open, and John and Nathan slip into the command center.
"Okay, let's begin." Bailey says, as John and Nathan take seats. Bailey slides them folders. "What we have here are three victims, decapitated, there bodies were found all in generally the same area.Give us the stats on the victims, Georgie."John throws a glare in George's direction. George shrugs.
"The first victim, Lisa Staten, Africian American, aged 19, cheerleader, Georgia State Universty No police record, straight A student.Involved in the Honor Society, the German Club, and Phi Beta Delta, a sorority for the elevation of African American Females. A member of the Oprah book club, worked part time at the college bookstore. Moved here from Miami, Flordia.Engaged
to a Tony Morris, a football player. Found on the football field, her head under the goal post, and her body in the middle of the bleachers."George says, pulling up the pictures that go along with it, and her information. "Second victim, Kyle McKinley,aged 18, Dropped out of high school last year, charged with minor vandalism in Melbourne, Fl, where he last resided. Moved to Atlanta, five months ago, works at Little Jo's Ponderosa, as a busboy, no connections to the university,that can be found right now. A member of the NRA, and the little country store, And last but now least, Shelly Wagner, aged 65, ballet instructor at the Petit Pied dance studio, lived in Atlanta all her life, husband Thomas, died two years ago, and her son, Micheal, lives in San Francisco. She was a former bookkeeper for one of the deans. No criminal record, etc, etc." George runs through the pictures.
"Did you say her son lived in San Francisco? Maybe it has...."John starts. An evil smile on his face.
"Hey, don't make speculations." George comments. "Did you not hear me state that Staten was engaged to a Tony Morris? If, you are trying to go for that angle?" He gives John a glare.
"I was just stating maybe the killer...."He pretends to act innocent.
"I know what you were stating, John."
"I don't think your right, John, this doesn't appear to have a sexual motive behind it.Her son living in San Francisco may have nothing at all to do with the case.So, don't make this case some excuse for you to begrudge George's sex life." Sam scolds.
"George, see if you can find any commonalities.John, Nathan, you will begin interviews, Grace, Sam, and I will go check out the scene."Bailey says, so, he doesn't get an argument on his hands.
George takes a sip of his coffee, his face sours, "Who made...."He is interrupted as the phone rings, George, closest to it, picks it up,"VCTF, Fraley?... Bailey for you."
"I'll take it in my office. I'll meet you guys at the campus, as soon as possible." Bailey heads for his office.
He picks up the phone, he hears the phone click on the other end. "Hello...oh, I see... I don't know...oh, I see... No way out of it. .. Okay, Thank you, Bye." He pulls a cigar out of the box on his desk, and bites off the tip, and lights it. He grabs his jacket and heads to the crime scene.
(more to come)
George slides into his chair in front of the computer, setting his mug of coffee in front of the computer. Bailey slides him a folder, and a computer disk to him. George catches them. He puts the disk in the computer, and with a few keystrokes brings up the information on the giant screen behind the computer.George nods a hello to Grace and Sam, the only other members of the team sitting at the table right now.
"Are we going to go ahead and start, -or- wait for Nathan and John to get back?" Grace asks.
The elevator doors slide open, and John and Nathan slip into the command center.
"Okay, let's begin." Bailey says, as John and Nathan take seats. Bailey slides them folders. "What we have here are three victims, decapitated, there bodies were found all in generally the same area.Give us the stats on the victims, Georgie."John throws a glare in George's direction. George shrugs.
"The first victim, Lisa Staten, Africian American, aged 19, cheerleader, Georgia State Universty No police record, straight A student.Involved in the Honor Society, the German Club, and Phi Beta Delta, a sorority for the elevation of African American Females. A member of the Oprah book club, worked part time at the college bookstore. Moved here from Miami, Flordia.Engaged
to a Tony Morris, a football player. Found on the football field, her head under the goal post, and her body in the middle of the bleachers."George says, pulling up the pictures that go along with it, and her information. "Second victim, Kyle McKinley,aged 18, Dropped out of high school last year, charged with minor vandalism in Melbourne, Fl, where he last resided. Moved to Atlanta, five months ago, works at Little Jo's Ponderosa, as a busboy, no connections to the university,that can be found right now. A member of the NRA, and the little country store, And last but now least, Shelly Wagner, aged 65, ballet instructor at the Petit Pied dance studio, lived in Atlanta all her life, husband Thomas, died two years ago, and her son, Micheal, lives in San Francisco. She was a former bookkeeper for one of the deans. No criminal record, etc, etc." George runs through the pictures.
"Did you say her son lived in San Francisco? Maybe it has...."John starts. An evil smile on his face.
"Hey, don't make speculations." George comments. "Did you not hear me state that Staten was engaged to a Tony Morris? If, you are trying to go for that angle?" He gives John a glare.
"I was just stating maybe the killer...."He pretends to act innocent.
"I know what you were stating, John."
"I don't think your right, John, this doesn't appear to have a sexual motive behind it.Her son living in San Francisco may have nothing at all to do with the case.So, don't make this case some excuse for you to begrudge George's sex life." Sam scolds.
"George, see if you can find any commonalities.John, Nathan, you will begin interviews, Grace, Sam, and I will go check out the scene."Bailey says, so, he doesn't get an argument on his hands.
George takes a sip of his coffee, his face sours, "Who made...."He is interrupted as the phone rings, George, closest to it, picks it up,"VCTF, Fraley?... Bailey for you."
"I'll take it in my office. I'll meet you guys at the campus, as soon as possible." Bailey heads for his office.
He picks up the phone, he hears the phone click on the other end. "Hello...oh, I see... I don't know...oh, I see... No way out of it. .. Okay, Thank you, Bye." He pulls a cigar out of the box on his desk, and bites off the tip, and lights it. He grabs his jacket and heads to the crime scene.
(more to come)