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Unforeseen

Chapter 7 – Making a Connection

Woody showed back up at Dean's. He knocked and the same guy in his boxers opened the door. "Hey man, good timing Dean just came back." He said to Woody, then he turned and yelled inside, "Hey Dean, some man's here to see you."

A young man, with shaggy brown hair came to the door. He had emerald green eyes and was wearing a pair of khakis and a green T-shirt that said, 'A penny for your thoughts, A dollar if you flash me.' He was thin and had a pale complexion. "Dean Albers?" Woody asked the young man.

"Yeah, that's me."

"I'm detective Woody Hoyt, from the Boston PD. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Drew stepped aside and a look of horror crossed his face. "Have I done something wrong Detective?"

"I don't know. We found Jenna McGill's body in an alleyway; she had been strangled to death 2 days ago. Do you know anything about that?"

His eyes filled even more with horror and he let his body collapse to the sofa. "Are you sure it was Jenna?"

"Positive."

"Why would someone hurt Jenna?" His eyes were now filled with tears and they fell gently down his face. "Oh, god," he cried.

Woody felt guilty for asking him questions so coldly. He could see from the look of pain on the man's face that he really did love her. "When was the last time you saw her?" Woody asked with a more gentle tone.

"2 days ago. She's really busy with school and its exam time so I hadn't seen much of her all week."

"Where did you see her 2 days ago?"

"She took me to this jazz club she loves."

"Did you see her home safely?"

"No, she told me she'd be fine and to go ahead without her. She was going to leave about 20 minutes after me. Oh, god it's all my fault I should have taken her home and she'd probably still be alive."

The look on his face made Woody feel horrible. "It's not your fault, you didn't know. I promise we'll find whoever did this to her."

The man looked Woody in the eyes then. His eyes plead with Woody to find justice for Jenna. "I'm very sorry for your loss Mr. Albers."

Dean just stared after him and continued to cry.

Back at the morgue Jordan had begun going over their clothes for anything that may hint as to where the girls were 2 days ago. Woody came into trace. "I know where Jenna was 2 days ago. A jazz club called Scullers Jazz Club."

"Yeah, the FBI agents heard about that place from her parents and went to check it out."

"Of course they did," he muttered bitterly. "What about the Montgomery's have they been in yet?"

"No, they should be in soon."

Woody looked at his watch it was 6 o' clock. Any other night and he'd be heading home to shower and drink an ice-cold beer. Lily poked her head in, "The Montgomery's are here."

Woody followed Lily back out and Jordan went to clean up. Jordan and Woody then entered the conference room. "Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery I am Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh and this is Detective Woody Hoyt, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

Jordan looked at them; the mother had red hair tied loosely up with a burette. She had blue eyes and was dressed casually in white pants and a white and green sweater. Her appearance was opposite of Mrs. McGill's. Her eyes were filled with fear and loss.

"Are you sure it was our daughter?" Mr. Montgomery asked the ME and Detective.

Jordan handed them a picture. "Is this your daughter?"

Mrs. Montgomery's sobs could be heard throughout the morgue as she looked into the face of her daughter. "Why?" she cried aloud. Mr. Montgomery just nodded his head and tried to comfort his wife.

"We're very sorry for your loss," Jordan said softly, "and we are doing all we can to bring your daughter justice but we need your help with that."

"Do you have any idea who did this to my baby?" Mrs. Montgomery asked.

"Your daughter's death was very similar to that of nine other women and we are quite certain that she was killed by a serial killer." They both looked as though they had been hit in the face with a large stick.

"Can you tell us when the last time was that you spoke to your daughter?" Woody asked gently.

"3 days ago, she usually calls every other day. She missed yesterday and I thought she was just busy."

"Did she mention anything that she was doing? Was anything bothering her?"

"She said she noticed a man following her in a blue hat. She didn't think much of it."

"Do you have any idea where she might have been 2 days ago?"

"No I don't think so, she worked a lot so I assume she was working 2 days ago."

"Where did your daughter work?"

"At a jazz club across town, its called Scullers Jazz Club."

Woody and Jordan both made eye contact. They had found their connection.

"Thank you for coming down Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, we are very sorry for your loss and we promise to find justice for your daughter." Woody said gently. A sob escaped Mrs. Montgomery and she had her husband assist her as they stood to leave.

"Thank you detective," Mr. Montgomery uttered to Woody. Woody nodded in his direction.

Once they left Jordan glared at him. "You know you shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

"What?" he said defensively feeling that familiar anger creep up.

"Promising to find justice for their daughter. Woody this guy has already killed 11 women and so far he hasn't been caught. Who's to say he's going to slip up now."

"Jordan, just let me do my job," he spat angrily and stalked out of the room.