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A Late Night Phone Call
The
following conversation was recorded at 02:68 at the Las Vegas Criminology Lab,
May ninth, 2001
[Voice
1] Hello, Las Vegas CSI, can I help you?
[Voice
2] Uh..hello. Can I speak to the head of the department?
[V1]
Gil Grissom?
[V2]
Uh...okay.
[V1]
I'm sorry, he's not in right now.
[V2]
Please! Is there anyone else I can talk too?
[V1]
There might be someone in, I'll see.
---A
Pause---
[V1]
There is someone here still. Would you like me to put you through to her?
[V2]
Yes.
---A
Pause---
[Voice
3] Hello?
[V2]
Can you help me?
[V3]
How? Who are you?
[V2]
Oh, I'm sorry. Abby Lockheart.
[V3]
Okay. I'm Tuesday Haskle.
[V2] I
really need your help.
[V3] I
understand. What seems to be the problem?
[V2]
Well...oh!
---Muffled
Sobs---
[V3]
Please, Ms Lockheart. Can you tell me what the problem is?
[V2]
Yes... Well, I have a missing person to report.
[V3]
Ms. Lockheart, traditionally the Criminology lab does not deal with missing
people...
[V2]
Please! I have to find Luka!
[V3]
Luka?
[V2]
Luka Kovac. He is the missing person.
[V3]
Can I put you through to the main line...
[V2]
No! I have to talk to you.
[V3]
Uh...okay. Where are you calling from?
[V2]
Chicago.
[V3]
Chicago, Illinois? Isn't that a bit far? Maybe you have the wrong number?
[V2]
No!
[V3]
Okay. Please explain your problem.
[V2]
Well, Luka was visiting Las Vegas for a few days, and he was supposed to return
today, but he didn't.
[V3]
One moment.
---A
Pause---
[V3]
Maybe the plane was late?
[V2]
No. I met the plane he was supposed to come in on and he wasn't there.
[V3]
Do you think he gave up his seat?
[V2]
No!
[V3]
Okay, Ms. Lockheart. First of all, I do not usually deal with missing persons.
If I can get proof that there is some sort of foul play involved—
[V2]
Foul Play!
[V3]
Ms. Lockheart. Currently, it has not been twenty-four hours since his
disappearance, correct?
[V2] I
suppose.
[V3]
Okay. If he doesn't show up by the eleventh, I want you to call the police
station, not the Criminology Lab. If you can't get through to them, call me.
But, only IF you can't get through.
[V2]
Yes. What was your name again?
[V3]
Tuesday Haskle. Tuesday, like the day. H-A-S-K-L-E.
[V2]
Got it.
[V3]
Okay. Is that all?
[V2]
Yes, goodbye.
[V3]
Goodbye.
---End
of Phone Call---
Tuesday sighed, and leaned back at her
desk. The call had been a strange one, and she wasn't happy about it all. She
ran a hand through her hair. The woman hadn't sounded that old, but had been
very frantic. She popped the taped conversation into a manila envelope and
scribbled a note:
Gris-
We working late, when I got
this phone call. What do you make of it? Should we investigate? Write me a memo
over it, I don't know if I'm coming in tomorrow.
---Tuesday
Tuesday
plunked the envelope on Grissom's desk and left. She didn't give much thought
to the phone call after that, just happy to sleep.
