Steve was stumped. He had almost nowhere to go with this case. He was also worried about Jesse. Mark had decided to keep him in the hospital for observation, both for the hit to the head and the shock of discovering his newest employee dead in the refrigerator. He so far wasn't suffering any unusual effects, but the always adamant Mark just had to be sure.
Steve ignored the other piles of paperwork cluttering his desk and focused on this case. What did he have? A little. Both were employees of the restaurants in which they were murdered, and both killed by a single bullet wound to the head.
As he waited for the officers questioning the girl at the Bucket-o-Cluck to get back with some information, Steve decided to call his dad and let him know that he was going to go down to the Department of Immigration and talk to someone in charge. It so turned out that the only obvious similarity or connection between the two murders was that they were, in fact, both illegal immigrants.
Perhaps there was some wacko who was fed up with the huge numbers of illegal immigrants coming into California every year. The vast number of immigrants that migrate to America, especially California, every year deplete US funds by using more of our services than they could ever pay in taxes. This information, along with a variety of other facts about immigration was pretty much all that Steve, Cheryl, and Mark could initially get from the Department of Immigration. But once they left the "Learn About Immigration" display in the lobby and found someone in charge to talk to, they got a little further. The man they talked to informed them, to the meager extent his knowledge allowed, about crime bosses who would send immigrant operatives into America to accomplish some kind of illegal operation. But that was all the information he had for the sleuth team.
"Well, I guess it gives us something to go on." Steve and Mark walked out of the building only a little more enlightened than when they had arrived.
"It's just too bad we couldn't get any names."
As Steve started up his truck and followed his father down the highway, he decided he would go to the hospital to check on Jesse.
***
"Have you gotten anywhere with the murder?" Jesse asked eagerly as Steve entered his room.
"Well, hello to you too!" Steve chuckled.
Jesse calmed down and said in a sarcastically meek tone, "Why hello Steve, how kind of you to drop by." His tone changed back to excited. "So what have you got?"
"Not much, honestly," Steve answered, sitting down in a chair next to the bed. "How are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I wish Mark would let me go, though. I just have a mild concussion and possibly mild shock. No big deal." He ignored Steve, who just shook his head. "Soooo, what have you got?" he persisted.
"Seriously, practically nothing. All they could tell us was about some guild of crime bosses that get illegal immigrants into America to accomplish illegal business and --" He was cut off by his pager. He glanced at the number. "And it looks like he's struck again. You get some rest."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jesse muttered as he watched his friend leave the room.
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Okay, I know it wasn't much to wait so long for, but I'm still developing the plot! Please tell me whatcha think!
Steve ignored the other piles of paperwork cluttering his desk and focused on this case. What did he have? A little. Both were employees of the restaurants in which they were murdered, and both killed by a single bullet wound to the head.
As he waited for the officers questioning the girl at the Bucket-o-Cluck to get back with some information, Steve decided to call his dad and let him know that he was going to go down to the Department of Immigration and talk to someone in charge. It so turned out that the only obvious similarity or connection between the two murders was that they were, in fact, both illegal immigrants.
Perhaps there was some wacko who was fed up with the huge numbers of illegal immigrants coming into California every year. The vast number of immigrants that migrate to America, especially California, every year deplete US funds by using more of our services than they could ever pay in taxes. This information, along with a variety of other facts about immigration was pretty much all that Steve, Cheryl, and Mark could initially get from the Department of Immigration. But once they left the "Learn About Immigration" display in the lobby and found someone in charge to talk to, they got a little further. The man they talked to informed them, to the meager extent his knowledge allowed, about crime bosses who would send immigrant operatives into America to accomplish some kind of illegal operation. But that was all the information he had for the sleuth team.
"Well, I guess it gives us something to go on." Steve and Mark walked out of the building only a little more enlightened than when they had arrived.
"It's just too bad we couldn't get any names."
As Steve started up his truck and followed his father down the highway, he decided he would go to the hospital to check on Jesse.
***
"Have you gotten anywhere with the murder?" Jesse asked eagerly as Steve entered his room.
"Well, hello to you too!" Steve chuckled.
Jesse calmed down and said in a sarcastically meek tone, "Why hello Steve, how kind of you to drop by." His tone changed back to excited. "So what have you got?"
"Not much, honestly," Steve answered, sitting down in a chair next to the bed. "How are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I wish Mark would let me go, though. I just have a mild concussion and possibly mild shock. No big deal." He ignored Steve, who just shook his head. "Soooo, what have you got?" he persisted.
"Seriously, practically nothing. All they could tell us was about some guild of crime bosses that get illegal immigrants into America to accomplish illegal business and --" He was cut off by his pager. He glanced at the number. "And it looks like he's struck again. You get some rest."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jesse muttered as he watched his friend leave the room.
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Okay, I know it wasn't much to wait so long for, but I'm still developing the plot! Please tell me whatcha think!