Disclaimer: See part 1
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Terror in the Night Part 8
Still Hour 11
When the two prisoners didn't say anything, the man in the doorway turned around and with a gesture of his hand dismissed the three men who had been standing behind him. Cassy was secretly relieved to see that the dark haired man that had caused them trouble before was not part of the group. Once all the other men were out of sight, the man still standing pulled a chair from the hallway and placed it near the door which he let shut behind him. He sat facing the two detectives, silent at first as if waiting for some sort of reaction from them. Finally Tom couldn't help but say something to break the silence. "What are we doing here, DeSavage?" "Oh," the man said, smiling, "so you do know who I am. I was afraid for a minute that Harry had sent me some sort of slow-witted bait. I'm very glad you aren't, it'll make things much easier." "What things? What exactly do you need us for?" Cassy was silent watching the exchange, taking in every detail of the man sitting across from him, the black suit, neatly combed gray hair, piercing black eyes and strong chin. Everything about him screamed wealth. "Well you see, detectives, I need some information, something only you can tell me." "And what makes you think we would do anything to help you?" Cassy finally spoke up. "Trust me dear, you will. I have ways of getting what I want, ways you've only imagined in your worst dreams." He paused, rising from his chair to study her. "I'm sorry if my men have caused you any pain, I don't like to see women hurt, but I can tell you, if you don't give me what you want, I won't have any qualms about treating you just I treat your partner, after all, when you take on a man's job, you have to be prepared to take the consequences like a man." He stopped again, to let his threat fully sink in, and walked to the door. "Now, I'm going to let you eat a little something before we start, no rush. I'll send someone in with food, and to get you back to the way you were dear," he said eyeing Cassy's hands in front of her. "I'll be back soon, you better take this time to get your strength together and decide that its easiest just to tell me what I want, if not, you'll need every bit of energy you can muster." With that he exited the room, locking the deadbolt in place.
Harry was now pacing around the station, looking over everyone's shoulders to check their process. Emma still had found nothing. He had called Morton to see if the latest body, whose autopsy was just getting finished had revealed anything new, and was elated to hear that it had. They had put the latest body under a laser to see if they could get any substances to show up that couldn't be seen in the regular light, and their efforts had paid off. They had a partial print off one of the victims shoulder. He assumed that when they were checking them for money one of the robbers gloves had ripped, ripped just enough to leave behind a starting block to figuring out his identity. The material that had left the print had had a particular glow to it when they had put it under the electron scanning microscope, the same color that the residue from the inside of medical gloves leave behind. Of course, it could be other things, but if it was from a medical glove than that would explain why it had torn so easily. With this new information, Harry became a frenzy of activity, assigning officers the duty of calling all the medical, dental, and veterinary offices, and any other place that would use those types of gloves to see if they had had any employees disappear on them lately, or if they might know anything about the recent murders. Meanwhile Morton had said he would run the partial through the computers to see if any matches turned up, but seeing as how it was only a partial, it might take longer than it normally would, and that any matches it spit out might not be who they were looking for. Spirits rose slightly at this new lead, and everyone immersed themselves in work with new ferver.
Hour 10
Tom and Cassy had been alone for awhile, despite Emilio DeSavage's promise that they would get something to eat. Their conversation had proved fruitless, and they had come to the same conclusions that they had before. They couldn't figure out what information was wanted of them, they didn't know what a mob boss was doing behind these murders, and they were frustrated that they couldn't figure it out. None of the victims had had any connections to the mob on the surface, but no one had dug too deep on that level, who would expect the mob behind tourist robbings, amateur ones at that. Cassy had finally become impatient and kicked the chair that DeSavage had left there over, angry at herself for not being able to put the pieces of this puzzle together, and angry at their captors for putting them in this situation. Tom was almost unconsciously working at his bindings as he put his mind to work trying to see the connection that he hoped would help them finally get what was going on. Cassy, looking up at him finally noticed his arms moving slightly. "What are you doing?" she asked stupidly, so caught up in her other thoughts that the answer didn't register on her senses. "Trying to get these stupid ropes off, that's what," he snapped. "Let me try," Cassy said, "though I don't know what good it'll do, they have us locked in here, we don't have any sort of weapon to use against them, and we are outnumbered." "Well, I know this, okay?" he shot back, his frustration making him snappy, "But its doing me soon good trying, so if you don't like it leave me alone." By this time, the now determined Cassy had made her way around the chair and was trying to work the tight knots out, but it became obvious pretty quickly that who ever had tied them knew what they were doing, because despite her furious attempts the cords didn't budge. Switching roles on a whim, Tom just as quickly found out that Cassy's were just as impossible. Sitting back down on the mattress, they both waited for someone to remember they were there. Their nerves were almost shot, they had neither never been any good at waiting, and ever since they were captured its seems that's all they could do.
A few minutes later the door to their room opened revealing a thick man with two trays, their food as promised. The man shut the door behind them, and paused for a moment surveying their bound hands; he had strict orders not to untie them, but he didn't see how else they would eat. He decided with a sigh that he would have to do it for them, and silently cursed the boss at giving him feeding duty. As humiliating as it was for Tom and Cassy, it was almost as bad for the man feeding them who felt very stupid on his knees spooning food into a grown man and woman's mouths. Tom and Cassy pushed aside their pride and allowed him to do his job though, taking DeSavage's advice to save all the strength they could, and the food would help. Two bowls of soup, two pieces of bread, two slices of cheese, and two glasses of water later the man heaved himself to his feet and left the room as silently as he had come. Not two minutes later, the door opened again, this time with the man who had fed them and another man, one they had not seen before. The one who had fed them walked over to where Cassy was sitting and jerked her arm until she was standing next to him. He cut through the ropes that held her hands together and retied them again behind her back, tighter this time than before to insure that she didn't get them back in front of her where they might be useful. He then placed a blindfold over her eyes, robbing her of sight. She heard the sounds of the other man cutting the rope from Tom's wrists and freeing him from his chair. Tom's wrists were also tied again behind his back and a blindfold was placed around his head. They were led from the room and after a little while turned right, they stopped there, and suddenly spun around until they lost all sense of forward, back, left, and right, they assumed to prevent them from being able to ascertain their direction. They were led a little forward, and turned a few more times, but neither could be sure they hadn't gone back the way they had come. When their dizzying trip finally ended, they were both shoved down onto hard wood chairs, their bound hands lifted, then dropped over the back of the chair to keep them there. The blindfolds were taken off and they both studied their new surroundings. They were now in a room much like the one they had been in before, but much bigger in size, dirty white walls all around them, unadorned by anything except the dust, stains and mildew that had been added through years of use, abuse, and disuse. The chairs were both set at opposite ends of the room with Tom and Cassy facing each other, their backs, or at least the backs of the chairs positioned against the wall. As soon as the blindfolds had been removed their two escorts had exited back out the door, locking it behind them, leaving them alone once again.
Harry was just about to check on Emma's progress in going over the IDs, when a shout rerouted his path to the other side of the room. "Bingo!" one of the officers who had been assigned secretarial duty yelled over the hum of conversation. Harry stopped next to his desk, "What? Whaddya got?" "I got a hit on a missing employee, boss says he hasn't shown up for work in two weeks, worked over at the Free Clinic as a nurse's assistant. I ran his name through our databanks," he paused, "his name didn't come up, but his brother's did. He just got out of jail paroled on his five-year sentence for armed robbery and B&E, did three years and got out on good behavior. His parole officer hasn't heard from him in over a month." "Great, get me any other information you can, where he was arrested, what kind of victims did he have, if anyone knows if he's made contact with his brother, who was buddied up with in prison, and if anyone he used to work with has also been released or seen around here." The man nodded and got back to work.
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Terror in the Night Part 8
Still Hour 11
When the two prisoners didn't say anything, the man in the doorway turned around and with a gesture of his hand dismissed the three men who had been standing behind him. Cassy was secretly relieved to see that the dark haired man that had caused them trouble before was not part of the group. Once all the other men were out of sight, the man still standing pulled a chair from the hallway and placed it near the door which he let shut behind him. He sat facing the two detectives, silent at first as if waiting for some sort of reaction from them. Finally Tom couldn't help but say something to break the silence. "What are we doing here, DeSavage?" "Oh," the man said, smiling, "so you do know who I am. I was afraid for a minute that Harry had sent me some sort of slow-witted bait. I'm very glad you aren't, it'll make things much easier." "What things? What exactly do you need us for?" Cassy was silent watching the exchange, taking in every detail of the man sitting across from him, the black suit, neatly combed gray hair, piercing black eyes and strong chin. Everything about him screamed wealth. "Well you see, detectives, I need some information, something only you can tell me." "And what makes you think we would do anything to help you?" Cassy finally spoke up. "Trust me dear, you will. I have ways of getting what I want, ways you've only imagined in your worst dreams." He paused, rising from his chair to study her. "I'm sorry if my men have caused you any pain, I don't like to see women hurt, but I can tell you, if you don't give me what you want, I won't have any qualms about treating you just I treat your partner, after all, when you take on a man's job, you have to be prepared to take the consequences like a man." He stopped again, to let his threat fully sink in, and walked to the door. "Now, I'm going to let you eat a little something before we start, no rush. I'll send someone in with food, and to get you back to the way you were dear," he said eyeing Cassy's hands in front of her. "I'll be back soon, you better take this time to get your strength together and decide that its easiest just to tell me what I want, if not, you'll need every bit of energy you can muster." With that he exited the room, locking the deadbolt in place.
Harry was now pacing around the station, looking over everyone's shoulders to check their process. Emma still had found nothing. He had called Morton to see if the latest body, whose autopsy was just getting finished had revealed anything new, and was elated to hear that it had. They had put the latest body under a laser to see if they could get any substances to show up that couldn't be seen in the regular light, and their efforts had paid off. They had a partial print off one of the victims shoulder. He assumed that when they were checking them for money one of the robbers gloves had ripped, ripped just enough to leave behind a starting block to figuring out his identity. The material that had left the print had had a particular glow to it when they had put it under the electron scanning microscope, the same color that the residue from the inside of medical gloves leave behind. Of course, it could be other things, but if it was from a medical glove than that would explain why it had torn so easily. With this new information, Harry became a frenzy of activity, assigning officers the duty of calling all the medical, dental, and veterinary offices, and any other place that would use those types of gloves to see if they had had any employees disappear on them lately, or if they might know anything about the recent murders. Meanwhile Morton had said he would run the partial through the computers to see if any matches turned up, but seeing as how it was only a partial, it might take longer than it normally would, and that any matches it spit out might not be who they were looking for. Spirits rose slightly at this new lead, and everyone immersed themselves in work with new ferver.
Hour 10
Tom and Cassy had been alone for awhile, despite Emilio DeSavage's promise that they would get something to eat. Their conversation had proved fruitless, and they had come to the same conclusions that they had before. They couldn't figure out what information was wanted of them, they didn't know what a mob boss was doing behind these murders, and they were frustrated that they couldn't figure it out. None of the victims had had any connections to the mob on the surface, but no one had dug too deep on that level, who would expect the mob behind tourist robbings, amateur ones at that. Cassy had finally become impatient and kicked the chair that DeSavage had left there over, angry at herself for not being able to put the pieces of this puzzle together, and angry at their captors for putting them in this situation. Tom was almost unconsciously working at his bindings as he put his mind to work trying to see the connection that he hoped would help them finally get what was going on. Cassy, looking up at him finally noticed his arms moving slightly. "What are you doing?" she asked stupidly, so caught up in her other thoughts that the answer didn't register on her senses. "Trying to get these stupid ropes off, that's what," he snapped. "Let me try," Cassy said, "though I don't know what good it'll do, they have us locked in here, we don't have any sort of weapon to use against them, and we are outnumbered." "Well, I know this, okay?" he shot back, his frustration making him snappy, "But its doing me soon good trying, so if you don't like it leave me alone." By this time, the now determined Cassy had made her way around the chair and was trying to work the tight knots out, but it became obvious pretty quickly that who ever had tied them knew what they were doing, because despite her furious attempts the cords didn't budge. Switching roles on a whim, Tom just as quickly found out that Cassy's were just as impossible. Sitting back down on the mattress, they both waited for someone to remember they were there. Their nerves were almost shot, they had neither never been any good at waiting, and ever since they were captured its seems that's all they could do.
A few minutes later the door to their room opened revealing a thick man with two trays, their food as promised. The man shut the door behind them, and paused for a moment surveying their bound hands; he had strict orders not to untie them, but he didn't see how else they would eat. He decided with a sigh that he would have to do it for them, and silently cursed the boss at giving him feeding duty. As humiliating as it was for Tom and Cassy, it was almost as bad for the man feeding them who felt very stupid on his knees spooning food into a grown man and woman's mouths. Tom and Cassy pushed aside their pride and allowed him to do his job though, taking DeSavage's advice to save all the strength they could, and the food would help. Two bowls of soup, two pieces of bread, two slices of cheese, and two glasses of water later the man heaved himself to his feet and left the room as silently as he had come. Not two minutes later, the door opened again, this time with the man who had fed them and another man, one they had not seen before. The one who had fed them walked over to where Cassy was sitting and jerked her arm until she was standing next to him. He cut through the ropes that held her hands together and retied them again behind her back, tighter this time than before to insure that she didn't get them back in front of her where they might be useful. He then placed a blindfold over her eyes, robbing her of sight. She heard the sounds of the other man cutting the rope from Tom's wrists and freeing him from his chair. Tom's wrists were also tied again behind his back and a blindfold was placed around his head. They were led from the room and after a little while turned right, they stopped there, and suddenly spun around until they lost all sense of forward, back, left, and right, they assumed to prevent them from being able to ascertain their direction. They were led a little forward, and turned a few more times, but neither could be sure they hadn't gone back the way they had come. When their dizzying trip finally ended, they were both shoved down onto hard wood chairs, their bound hands lifted, then dropped over the back of the chair to keep them there. The blindfolds were taken off and they both studied their new surroundings. They were now in a room much like the one they had been in before, but much bigger in size, dirty white walls all around them, unadorned by anything except the dust, stains and mildew that had been added through years of use, abuse, and disuse. The chairs were both set at opposite ends of the room with Tom and Cassy facing each other, their backs, or at least the backs of the chairs positioned against the wall. As soon as the blindfolds had been removed their two escorts had exited back out the door, locking it behind them, leaving them alone once again.
Harry was just about to check on Emma's progress in going over the IDs, when a shout rerouted his path to the other side of the room. "Bingo!" one of the officers who had been assigned secretarial duty yelled over the hum of conversation. Harry stopped next to his desk, "What? Whaddya got?" "I got a hit on a missing employee, boss says he hasn't shown up for work in two weeks, worked over at the Free Clinic as a nurse's assistant. I ran his name through our databanks," he paused, "his name didn't come up, but his brother's did. He just got out of jail paroled on his five-year sentence for armed robbery and B&E, did three years and got out on good behavior. His parole officer hasn't heard from him in over a month." "Great, get me any other information you can, where he was arrested, what kind of victims did he have, if anyone knows if he's made contact with his brother, who was buddied up with in prison, and if anyone he used to work with has also been released or seen around here." The man nodded and got back to work.