Introduction
Pretty straight forward. The next installment. I hope it enthralls you!
Part 3
"Goren?" God Damn it, Eames, it was to early. I knew I should have gone to bed last night.
"Goren? Are you there?"
"I'm here, I'm here." I snapped a little to harshly for her taste.
" Geeze. Sounds like a long night."
"Not hardly. What do we have?"
"Nothing. I was just calling to hear the sound of your voice." She said, sarcastically.
"Leave the flattery for the beauracracy. Just tell me why I'm up this early."
"It's 10 in the morning, Bobby." Yeah, well, I never was a morning person.
" That's got nothing to do with it."
"We've got a student here. Susan's teaching assistant."
I immediately pepped up. Or sat up, at least.
"Why didn't we talk to her yesterday?"
"She took a 'mental health' day. Her words, not mine."
I couldn't help laughing at that.
"A mental health day? She ditched class."
" What's it matter? She's here, now, and ready to talk." There was an edge in Eames' voice. I got the hint.
"All right, all right. I'm coming."
End Part 3
Part 4
Katie Nymer was a smart, good-looking senior at Eastwood. Not to mention she was the closest thing to a friend that Susan Ervine had, so far as I knew.
"I usually T.A. for her after lunch for two periods. Just for credits. I didn't think she'd mind, so I went out for a long lunch with some friends. I never thought something like this would ever happen to her. She was so nice.
Eames leaned over and, in that calm, soothing voice of hers, asked, "How long did you know Ms. Ervine for, Katie?"
"She was my teacher last year. And then, the beginning of this year. So around two years. She was so great. Why would anyone do his to her?"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was a tough blow for a teen-ager. It was a tough blow for anyone. I watched as the girl wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Detectives."
"It's alright." I was trying to be compforting. Knowing that compfort had never been my forte. Eames took over, soothing the aching teen. She casually and kindly asked Katie, "Did Ms. Ervine have any friends or family? Any one she was particularly fond of?" I could almost hear Eames thinking, 'Some one who would have known the severity of her depression?'
"All she ever said about her family was that they were all in California." she paused, reflecting. "She had a boyfriend though." Katie added, her words filled with the hope that she could at least help a little.
I straightened up at the sound of this news. I couldn't help noticing the curves of figure as she did the same. I don't mix business and pleasure; but I can't say that the thought has never crossed my mind.
"Do you know his name?" She asked, eagerly.
"Know him? He's my third period teacher. Darrell Jones."
End Part 4
Pretty straight forward. The next installment. I hope it enthralls you!
Part 3
"Goren?" God Damn it, Eames, it was to early. I knew I should have gone to bed last night.
"Goren? Are you there?"
"I'm here, I'm here." I snapped a little to harshly for her taste.
" Geeze. Sounds like a long night."
"Not hardly. What do we have?"
"Nothing. I was just calling to hear the sound of your voice." She said, sarcastically.
"Leave the flattery for the beauracracy. Just tell me why I'm up this early."
"It's 10 in the morning, Bobby." Yeah, well, I never was a morning person.
" That's got nothing to do with it."
"We've got a student here. Susan's teaching assistant."
I immediately pepped up. Or sat up, at least.
"Why didn't we talk to her yesterday?"
"She took a 'mental health' day. Her words, not mine."
I couldn't help laughing at that.
"A mental health day? She ditched class."
" What's it matter? She's here, now, and ready to talk." There was an edge in Eames' voice. I got the hint.
"All right, all right. I'm coming."
End Part 3
Part 4
Katie Nymer was a smart, good-looking senior at Eastwood. Not to mention she was the closest thing to a friend that Susan Ervine had, so far as I knew.
"I usually T.A. for her after lunch for two periods. Just for credits. I didn't think she'd mind, so I went out for a long lunch with some friends. I never thought something like this would ever happen to her. She was so nice.
Eames leaned over and, in that calm, soothing voice of hers, asked, "How long did you know Ms. Ervine for, Katie?"
"She was my teacher last year. And then, the beginning of this year. So around two years. She was so great. Why would anyone do his to her?"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was a tough blow for a teen-ager. It was a tough blow for anyone. I watched as the girl wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Detectives."
"It's alright." I was trying to be compforting. Knowing that compfort had never been my forte. Eames took over, soothing the aching teen. She casually and kindly asked Katie, "Did Ms. Ervine have any friends or family? Any one she was particularly fond of?" I could almost hear Eames thinking, 'Some one who would have known the severity of her depression?'
"All she ever said about her family was that they were all in California." she paused, reflecting. "She had a boyfriend though." Katie added, her words filled with the hope that she could at least help a little.
I straightened up at the sound of this news. I couldn't help noticing the curves of figure as she did the same. I don't mix business and pleasure; but I can't say that the thought has never crossed my mind.
"Do you know his name?" She asked, eagerly.
"Know him? He's my third period teacher. Darrell Jones."
End Part 4