Ch7:
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"So he spilled his guts huh?" Nina asked Carrie as she poured herself a coffee.
"Like a canary. I don't get it, I've been running over what I remember before I got knocked out, and I keep seeing this light, I thought it was sunlight but now I'm not sure,"
"Is there anything else useful?"
"Nothing just that light,"
"Well keep at it you'll get it,"
Carrie smiled, "Thank you," She paused for a second, "I think I'll go see Joanne for a second,"
The door to Al's office opened, "Carrie we got a call,"
"Right," She said quietly and put down her coffee and grabbed her jacket and followed Al out.
"Is it another homicide?" Carrie asked as she buckled her seatbelt. She wasn't sure she could handle seeing a dead body at this point.
"No there was some kid hanging around where you got knocked out, the uniforms picked her up,"
"How old?"
"They didn't say but pretty young," Al replied, they sat in silence for the rest of the ride over each muddling over the case in their minds.
Al and Carrie stared into the integration room of Precinct 104.
"How old do you think she is?" Carrie murmured they were waiting to be buzzed in.
"Thirteen tops," The door sounded. Al pulled the door, "After you,"
"Hey," Carrie said as she took a seat. "We heard you were hanging around a crime scene,"
"It wasn't a crime scene," The girl replied she leaned away from Carrie.
"Last time I checked assault of a police officer was a crime," Al said staring the girl down.
"Who got assaulted?" She asked her eyes wide.
"I did," Carrie said she was playing with one of her rings.
"You look ok," The girl said.
"Well see…"
"Brenda," The girl added.
"You see Brenda I got knocked out and have amnesia. Now do you want to tell us why you were there?" Brenda pulled off the red ball cap she was wearing, "You a fan of the Yankees?" Carrie asked pointing to the hat.
"Who isn't? Look I'm a bit of an artist, spray painting stuff, sometimes people pay me, not bad stuff but you know they want art done or something,"
"So someone paid you?" Al asked.
"Well ya, they wanted me to paint, well the police officer outside has it,"
"Brenda how did these people contact you?" Carrie asked.
"They slipped some money in a envelop in my mail slot, along with the instructions,"
Al and Carrie looked at each other, whoever this was knew where the girl lived.
"Do you remember what it said?" Al asked.
"It was just a bunch of numbers," She pulled out her hair elastic and her blond hair dropped down like a curtain.
"Is there anything else you can remember? Anything weird happen in the last few months?" Al asked.
"No not really, somebody's place was broken into but just a typically robbery,"
Carrie smiled, "Thank you Brenda," She stood up and followed Al out.
"We should get that envelop," Carrie said.
"I'm not leaving without it," Al said as he went to go talk to a uniform.
Carrie stood looking though the two way glass looking at the girl she was fidgeting in the hard chair. "Hey, get a couple of undercovers to look after her till we get this case solved," Carrie said to the officer who picked her up.
"We're doing one better, she's going to be put in a hotel for the time being with her family and we'll have two undercovers watching her all the time. Officer Cooper said.
"What happens to her?" Carrie asked referring to her vandalism.
"We'll try and get her to tell us who pays her but she'll get a fifty dollar fine and some community service, most likely the fine will get waved, maybe some counselling,"
"Or some art lessons," Carrie said she leaned forward towards the glass, "Might as well give her a positive outlet,"
"I'll make a suggestion,"
"No you'll see that it happens," Carrie said firmly.
"Yes ma'am,"
"It's always miss," Carrie grinned at him.
"Got the letter," Al said waving an envelope. "We'll examine it back at the precinct,"
"Al there was someone else there," Carrie blurted as soon as they were in the car.
"What?"
"There was a bright light before I thought it was just my vision going funny but it was someone else. They had blonde hair,"
"I guess we need to have another talk with Rotovi," Al said as he pulled into traffic.
"Shouldn't be too hard since he's locked up for his other crimes," Carrie said as she watched the world go by.
"Tanya see if you can get anything off this," Al said passing her the bagged envelope. He had gathered the team in his office to let them know of the new developments.
"Right," She took it and headed for her lab.
"So now what boss?" Roe asked.
"Now we start looking for a woman with blonde hair. Maybe she was just a witness in the right place at the right time or maybe she knows something, maybe she's in on it. Nina I want you to run through all the woman who have blonde hair that are related to our main suspects. Roe get on those cameras see if you can find anyone suspicious in the area at the time." Al said.
"Hey Carrie any luck?" Roe asked tapped his temple.
She shook her head sadly, "I'm remembering a little more about my sister, I get the feeling we don't talk much,"
"You had a pretty violent fight last time she was in," Roe lied.
"Oh," Carrie turned away from him, and she missed Roe shrug at Al in a what-am-I-supposed-to-say gesture.
"Right well sisters aside we all have a job to do so get cracking. Carrie I want you with Roe looking at the footage we got,"
Twenty minutes later Carrie was looking at the fourth security camera from the area nothing noticeable so far. Tanya dropped the envelop on Roe's desk, "No fingerprints nothing, well one set from the police officer who found the kid, but no DNA or anything, licked with one of those envelope wetters no traces nothing. The code on the inside is fascinating however. She popped open the bag and slid out the paper: A. . A..A A/A..B./A.B C ..A/A.. .. .
"Whoa any ideas?" Roe asked.
"Not one it doesn't really seem to follow any known code patterns it like the person invented it,"
"Tanya go get Al," Carrie said as she looked shell-shocked at the paper. She grabbed some paper from Roe's desk and a pen, she began tapping on the desk in a rhythmic pattern.
"What is it? Did you figure it out?" Al asked running over to the desk he began watching Carrie draw a series of lines and dashes on the paper.
"I was telling her it doesn't follow any normal code," Tanya said.
"It's Morse code, the letters have replaced how many dashes so C is three dashes in a row. Which means…" She finished writing out the last dot.
"Do you need me to get a translator?" Roe asked his hand on the computer mouse.
"No need," Carrie said she dropped her pen onto the desk.
"What's it mean?" Tanya asked she sounded a little too excited.
"It means 'Next time you die'," Carrie said she looked at Al.
AN: Ok so that was a little better for length, I'm trying to get back into Carries' head, sorry if I screwed up the Morse code thing it was a little tricky to make sure it came out right.
