Jarod looked up at the knock on his door, Bailey was standing there with a
weary expression in his eyes, that he was trying to hide with his face.
"Bailey, what's up? Jarod asked slowly, trying to measure Bailey's reactions.
"There's been another murder. A teacher in California. We leave in twenty minutes."
"Alright." Jarod said softly as Bailey turned around and walked out f the room. Just as Bailey left, Jarod's computer chimed. Jarod looked at his laptop to see that he had two new messages, from two different sides of the nation. Opening the first one he found a quick note from Sydney updating him on the situation at The Centre, Jarod quickly typed a reply that he would write more later, then opened the second e-mail.
Jarod, There's been another murder; this one is at the school. What should I do? I don't want to move again, we just got settled. But, if you think we should I will. Let me know so I can get things taken care of quickly. Write soon. S
Jarod started to type a reply when Grace walked in. "Come on Jarod. We got to go.'
"Okay." Jarod said standing up and pressing exit on the e-mail. He'd write it on the plane.
~*~*~*~*~
The VCTF touched down in Napa, and got into two vehicles to travel the last distance to the scene of the latest murder. As they drove George was looking up information that might be useful once they arrived, and Jarod was in the back seat trying to think of a way to send the e-mail without getting undue attention. He had been unable to write on the plane, as they had gone over the reports the entire way. Now he was running out of time, and unfortunately, Rachel was sitting next to him. Bailey was driving, so there was no one to distract Rachel with, and she wanted to talk about the profile, so that option was absolutely useless anyways. Jarod finally realized it was useless and gave up. Hopefully everything would work out.
Within twenty minutes they were at the Royal Academy in Napa, a private school for all students in the area who passed the entry-level test. Also, the scene of the latest murder. One of the teachers had been killed using the same m.o. as Jack the second, and they were called in immediately. The students had all been sent home, and only the teachers and other faculty remained on campus.
"Alright George, any information?" Bailey asked as they parked.
"Not much, the victim, Miss. Elizabeth Johnson had been teaching for twenty years, single, never married. She shared a house with her fellow teacher, a Mrs. Sandra Dee Montgomery, and Mrs. Montgomery's daughter Hope. Mrs. Montgomery could be a witness, as her classroom is directly across the hall from the scene, Mrs. Johnson's office."
"Alright. George, do you want to talk to Mrs. Montgomery?"
"Sure, although I might be able to get more done if I work on the database."
"I'll talk to Mrs. Montgomery." Jarod said quickly, almost too quickly to Rachel's thinking, but no one else seemed to notice it.
"Alright Jarod, she's yours." Bailey said as they got out of the cars. "John, you and Marcus ask around to see if anyone saw anything unusual. Rachel and Grace, go ahead on up to the scene. I'll talk to the head mistress, and George, I guess your only job is to find a place for your computer." Bailey said with a half smile.
"Will do boss." George said with a salute and went stalking off with his laptop and a walkie-talkie.
"Alright, everyone keep in touch." Bailey said and the group went their separate ways.
Jarod took off through the front door and made a right towards a staircase, seemingly intent on his path. Rachel paused and watched him go while Grace got directions from Bailey.
"Hey Rachel, you ready?" Grace asked to her left, causing her to jump slightly.
"Yeah, which way?"
"Up those stairs, and to the left. Same way Jarod went."
"Really, did he stop for directions?"
"Not that I know of, but maybe he asked earlier."
"Good point, okay Grace, let's get to work." Rachel said with a smile.
"Bailey, what's up? Jarod asked slowly, trying to measure Bailey's reactions.
"There's been another murder. A teacher in California. We leave in twenty minutes."
"Alright." Jarod said softly as Bailey turned around and walked out f the room. Just as Bailey left, Jarod's computer chimed. Jarod looked at his laptop to see that he had two new messages, from two different sides of the nation. Opening the first one he found a quick note from Sydney updating him on the situation at The Centre, Jarod quickly typed a reply that he would write more later, then opened the second e-mail.
Jarod, There's been another murder; this one is at the school. What should I do? I don't want to move again, we just got settled. But, if you think we should I will. Let me know so I can get things taken care of quickly. Write soon. S
Jarod started to type a reply when Grace walked in. "Come on Jarod. We got to go.'
"Okay." Jarod said standing up and pressing exit on the e-mail. He'd write it on the plane.
~*~*~*~*~
The VCTF touched down in Napa, and got into two vehicles to travel the last distance to the scene of the latest murder. As they drove George was looking up information that might be useful once they arrived, and Jarod was in the back seat trying to think of a way to send the e-mail without getting undue attention. He had been unable to write on the plane, as they had gone over the reports the entire way. Now he was running out of time, and unfortunately, Rachel was sitting next to him. Bailey was driving, so there was no one to distract Rachel with, and she wanted to talk about the profile, so that option was absolutely useless anyways. Jarod finally realized it was useless and gave up. Hopefully everything would work out.
Within twenty minutes they were at the Royal Academy in Napa, a private school for all students in the area who passed the entry-level test. Also, the scene of the latest murder. One of the teachers had been killed using the same m.o. as Jack the second, and they were called in immediately. The students had all been sent home, and only the teachers and other faculty remained on campus.
"Alright George, any information?" Bailey asked as they parked.
"Not much, the victim, Miss. Elizabeth Johnson had been teaching for twenty years, single, never married. She shared a house with her fellow teacher, a Mrs. Sandra Dee Montgomery, and Mrs. Montgomery's daughter Hope. Mrs. Montgomery could be a witness, as her classroom is directly across the hall from the scene, Mrs. Johnson's office."
"Alright. George, do you want to talk to Mrs. Montgomery?"
"Sure, although I might be able to get more done if I work on the database."
"I'll talk to Mrs. Montgomery." Jarod said quickly, almost too quickly to Rachel's thinking, but no one else seemed to notice it.
"Alright Jarod, she's yours." Bailey said as they got out of the cars. "John, you and Marcus ask around to see if anyone saw anything unusual. Rachel and Grace, go ahead on up to the scene. I'll talk to the head mistress, and George, I guess your only job is to find a place for your computer." Bailey said with a half smile.
"Will do boss." George said with a salute and went stalking off with his laptop and a walkie-talkie.
"Alright, everyone keep in touch." Bailey said and the group went their separate ways.
Jarod took off through the front door and made a right towards a staircase, seemingly intent on his path. Rachel paused and watched him go while Grace got directions from Bailey.
"Hey Rachel, you ready?" Grace asked to her left, causing her to jump slightly.
"Yeah, which way?"
"Up those stairs, and to the left. Same way Jarod went."
"Really, did he stop for directions?"
"Not that I know of, but maybe he asked earlier."
"Good point, okay Grace, let's get to work." Rachel said with a smile.