Coffee Beans Part 11
Sam adjusts her small camera, that appears as a brouche. "Can you see anyone now, George?" She asks into a small body mic.
"Roger! So, do I need to take pictures of everyone, -or- just a few?" George takes a sip of his coffee, and watches the screen in front of him. He looks at his surroundings, wonders if the van seems to be getting smaller, decides he needs more coffee, and takes another sip.
"What do you think?"
"I think there are 150 members and the band, and I will be taking about 150 photos. Where's Bailey, aren't he and John suppose to be covering the left side of the room." Two more of the television sets come on. "Never mind, John adjust yourself where I can actually see people to take the picture."
"I thought I was." John snaps.
"Hey, don't start fighting children. John adjusts yourself , which way George?" Bailey glancing at John, wondering why he keeps picking on George.
"Right."He waits a few seconds as John adjusts himself. "Thank you, that wasn't so hard." He takes another sip of his coffee, and begins snapping pictures of some of the faces.
Sam spots Casey and Mandy walk into the room. "George you see the young man with the red hair?"
"Yeah, I've got of picture of him, and the girl." George answers, "Should I put them on the priority list?"
"Yes, I think he is one of Mike's best friends."
"Let's see, Casey McCorkle, age 20, hes been friends with Mike since Junior high, and he appears to be on the suspect list, though that isn't a big suprise, we still have almost half the male university population on the suspect list. Wait..what is this... He has a connection to Wagner, and McKinley, too. Wagner was his Godmother, and McKinley went to the same high school, as he and Diaz."
"Any connection to Stanten?" Bailey asks.
"Not that I can find, I will keep looking." George takes another sip of his coffee.
"You do that.""Thanks Georgie." Bailey says, his voice overpowering John's.
"No problem." George takes a few more pictures, and takes another sip of his coffee, he would figure out what was wrong with John, but he doesn't have time.
Sam watches McCorkle as he goes over to talk to the band director, Mr. Singleton, and then, heads to the podium. She notes he looks somewhat nervous, it seems not because he has lost his best friend, but because he doesn't want to talk to the crowd.
"My fellow band mates, we have suffered a very hard lose, and we must do our best to work with the investigators on this case to bring the killer to justice.For Mike's sake, Mike our good friend, and best trombone player. May God keep him safe, and help us see his life wasn't in vain." Casey says after hes gotten the crowds attention.
Sam watches him curiously, the words he just spoke seem trite, as if he was reading from a script, maybe she is just mistakening his loss for something else. Something is rubbing her the wrong way about this McCorkle fellow though, and she can't place it, maybe she will understand when she reads his file.
(more to come)
Sam adjusts her small camera, that appears as a brouche. "Can you see anyone now, George?" She asks into a small body mic.
"Roger! So, do I need to take pictures of everyone, -or- just a few?" George takes a sip of his coffee, and watches the screen in front of him. He looks at his surroundings, wonders if the van seems to be getting smaller, decides he needs more coffee, and takes another sip.
"What do you think?"
"I think there are 150 members and the band, and I will be taking about 150 photos. Where's Bailey, aren't he and John suppose to be covering the left side of the room." Two more of the television sets come on. "Never mind, John adjust yourself where I can actually see people to take the picture."
"I thought I was." John snaps.
"Hey, don't start fighting children. John adjusts yourself , which way George?" Bailey glancing at John, wondering why he keeps picking on George.
"Right."He waits a few seconds as John adjusts himself. "Thank you, that wasn't so hard." He takes another sip of his coffee, and begins snapping pictures of some of the faces.
Sam spots Casey and Mandy walk into the room. "George you see the young man with the red hair?"
"Yeah, I've got of picture of him, and the girl." George answers, "Should I put them on the priority list?"
"Yes, I think he is one of Mike's best friends."
"Let's see, Casey McCorkle, age 20, hes been friends with Mike since Junior high, and he appears to be on the suspect list, though that isn't a big suprise, we still have almost half the male university population on the suspect list. Wait..what is this... He has a connection to Wagner, and McKinley, too. Wagner was his Godmother, and McKinley went to the same high school, as he and Diaz."
"Any connection to Stanten?" Bailey asks.
"Not that I can find, I will keep looking." George takes another sip of his coffee.
"You do that.""Thanks Georgie." Bailey says, his voice overpowering John's.
"No problem." George takes a few more pictures, and takes another sip of his coffee, he would figure out what was wrong with John, but he doesn't have time.
Sam watches McCorkle as he goes over to talk to the band director, Mr. Singleton, and then, heads to the podium. She notes he looks somewhat nervous, it seems not because he has lost his best friend, but because he doesn't want to talk to the crowd.
"My fellow band mates, we have suffered a very hard lose, and we must do our best to work with the investigators on this case to bring the killer to justice.For Mike's sake, Mike our good friend, and best trombone player. May God keep him safe, and help us see his life wasn't in vain." Casey says after hes gotten the crowds attention.
Sam watches him curiously, the words he just spoke seem trite, as if he was reading from a script, maybe she is just mistakening his loss for something else. Something is rubbing her the wrong way about this McCorkle fellow though, and she can't place it, maybe she will understand when she reads his file.
(more to come)