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Part VIII : One more
Sam arrived at the office at 8:30 sharp. She felt something was wrong as soon as she came out of the elevator. The atmosphere was feverish and tensed. She dropped her bag in her office and went to the command center. John, Grace, George and two other agents were already there. Grace saw her first :
" Sam ! Thank god you're here.
- Hi ! What's up ?
- Have you seen Bailey ?" John asked.
" Yeah. I left him half an hour ago. He'll join us later.
- Do you know where he went ?" Grace asked.
" He though he could get some information from his supervisor in the army ... What happened ?"
Sam's heart started beating hard in her chest.
" John, what happened ?" she repeated her question.
" We have another body." John answered. "An Atlanta police patrol found him earlier this morning in a street behind the gym where Bailey's working out. The name is William Atkins. We've been trying to contact Bailey, but we did not succeed so far. We tried his house, and yours ...
- What about his beeper ?
- He switched it off." George replied. "Same with his cell phone. It seems he does not want us to find him.
- I thought he was supposed to be escorted ?
- Grier called five minutes ago." John said. "They lost him.
- What do you mean they lost him ?
- He dumped them."
Concern was on every face now. Grace was the first one to talk.
" Ok people," she said, "let's not panic. Bailey's a big boy. He know what he's doing. He certainly have his reasons. For the time being, he has only ran off for a few hours to go and speak to an old acquaintance of his.
- He told me he would be back by noon." Sam added.
" Ok." Grace concluded. "Till then, I think we've got work to do."
Her three colleagues nodded, but did not seem really reassured.
" First thing is the crime scene." John started. "The Atlanta PD is protecting the area waiting for us. George, could you try to get more information about the victim ? Don't hesitate to call if you find something.
- Ok Boss !" George answered. All but John started laughing.
Detective Garfield, the police officer in charge had done a great job. The scene was untouched when the VCTF arrived at the gym. He gave them a first summary of the situation :
" The body was found in the alley behind, but he was killed inside the gym. There is blood all over the place.
- Any idea what the victim was doing here ?" John asked.
" Billy Atkins, 52. According to the neighbors, Billy was a kind of homeless Jack Byrch, the manager, employed from time to time. Byrch went on holidays and asked Atkins to look after the gym. He'd been sleeping here for about one week."
They entered the gym. Garfield had not exaggerated when he had said there was blood. Someone had almost 'painted' the walls in red. There were spots up to the ceiling.
" Did you look for prints ?" Grace asked.
" We waited for you.
- Give us ten minutes, then you can send your guys." John said.
Garfield left the three agents alone. Sam saw John taking his black light neon.
" It is Jack." She said.
" I know no one who would enjoy that circus more than him." Grace added.
John did not answer and started projecting the light on every available surface. It did not take him long before he found what he was looking for. On the largest wall of the room was a big broken heart, with the inscription 'SBR' written in capitals in the center of it. John switched off the neon and put it back in his bag, without a comment. It was not necessary.
" I'll go and check for the body." Grace said. Sam started wandering about the room. She stopped before the boxing ring. There was more blood there than anywhere else. " This is where he did it." she just said. John and her knew it was where Bailey spent most of his time in the gym.
After a few minutes, they were joined by a dozen Atlanta Police specialists, who started looking for prints and other clues.
" Let's have a look at the rest of the facility." Sam suggested. John followed her to the locker room. The club had been closed for one week, and everything seemed in order. They conscientiously visited each lane, and they finally found Bailey's locker. It had been forced open, and was now empty. There was blood on the label that carried Malone's name.
John called for one of the policemen to check the prints on the locker. But they both knew they would not find anything. Half an hour later, they joined Grace outside.
" Does he talk a lot ?" John asked to the forensic. She raised her head towards him and answered :
" I believe I'll never get used to cops' sense of humor.
- Do you already have an idea of the death cause ?" Sam asked.
" Probably the same as for the the first victim : loss of blood."
Grace slowly uncovered the man's breast. In the middle of his chest, his torturer had sculpted a large cross, about ten inches long. He had removed the two bands of skin, two inches wide and 0.3 thick.
" It is spectacular, but not deep enough to directly cause the death." Grace commented. She showed them the other wounds. Little crosses had been cut all over Billy's body. "What kind of message does he want to send us ?" she asked Sam.
" I'm not sure there is a message. It may just be a game for him.
- A game !" John said." Grace, did you find some evidences of struggle ?
- I have to have a closer look, but he does not seem to have resisted.
- Did you complete Carol Johnson's blood analysis ?
- Yes. I found some residues of soporific. But nothing conclusive. There was not enough blood to analyze. I'll try with his. If we find the same product, we may conclude."
To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.
Absolut.
Part VIII : One more
Sam arrived at the office at 8:30 sharp. She felt something was wrong as soon as she came out of the elevator. The atmosphere was feverish and tensed. She dropped her bag in her office and went to the command center. John, Grace, George and two other agents were already there. Grace saw her first :
" Sam ! Thank god you're here.
- Hi ! What's up ?
- Have you seen Bailey ?" John asked.
" Yeah. I left him half an hour ago. He'll join us later.
- Do you know where he went ?" Grace asked.
" He though he could get some information from his supervisor in the army ... What happened ?"
Sam's heart started beating hard in her chest.
" John, what happened ?" she repeated her question.
" We have another body." John answered. "An Atlanta police patrol found him earlier this morning in a street behind the gym where Bailey's working out. The name is William Atkins. We've been trying to contact Bailey, but we did not succeed so far. We tried his house, and yours ...
- What about his beeper ?
- He switched it off." George replied. "Same with his cell phone. It seems he does not want us to find him.
- I thought he was supposed to be escorted ?
- Grier called five minutes ago." John said. "They lost him.
- What do you mean they lost him ?
- He dumped them."
Concern was on every face now. Grace was the first one to talk.
" Ok people," she said, "let's not panic. Bailey's a big boy. He know what he's doing. He certainly have his reasons. For the time being, he has only ran off for a few hours to go and speak to an old acquaintance of his.
- He told me he would be back by noon." Sam added.
" Ok." Grace concluded. "Till then, I think we've got work to do."
Her three colleagues nodded, but did not seem really reassured.
" First thing is the crime scene." John started. "The Atlanta PD is protecting the area waiting for us. George, could you try to get more information about the victim ? Don't hesitate to call if you find something.
- Ok Boss !" George answered. All but John started laughing.
Detective Garfield, the police officer in charge had done a great job. The scene was untouched when the VCTF arrived at the gym. He gave them a first summary of the situation :
" The body was found in the alley behind, but he was killed inside the gym. There is blood all over the place.
- Any idea what the victim was doing here ?" John asked.
" Billy Atkins, 52. According to the neighbors, Billy was a kind of homeless Jack Byrch, the manager, employed from time to time. Byrch went on holidays and asked Atkins to look after the gym. He'd been sleeping here for about one week."
They entered the gym. Garfield had not exaggerated when he had said there was blood. Someone had almost 'painted' the walls in red. There were spots up to the ceiling.
" Did you look for prints ?" Grace asked.
" We waited for you.
- Give us ten minutes, then you can send your guys." John said.
Garfield left the three agents alone. Sam saw John taking his black light neon.
" It is Jack." She said.
" I know no one who would enjoy that circus more than him." Grace added.
John did not answer and started projecting the light on every available surface. It did not take him long before he found what he was looking for. On the largest wall of the room was a big broken heart, with the inscription 'SBR' written in capitals in the center of it. John switched off the neon and put it back in his bag, without a comment. It was not necessary.
" I'll go and check for the body." Grace said. Sam started wandering about the room. She stopped before the boxing ring. There was more blood there than anywhere else. " This is where he did it." she just said. John and her knew it was where Bailey spent most of his time in the gym.
After a few minutes, they were joined by a dozen Atlanta Police specialists, who started looking for prints and other clues.
" Let's have a look at the rest of the facility." Sam suggested. John followed her to the locker room. The club had been closed for one week, and everything seemed in order. They conscientiously visited each lane, and they finally found Bailey's locker. It had been forced open, and was now empty. There was blood on the label that carried Malone's name.
John called for one of the policemen to check the prints on the locker. But they both knew they would not find anything. Half an hour later, they joined Grace outside.
" Does he talk a lot ?" John asked to the forensic. She raised her head towards him and answered :
" I believe I'll never get used to cops' sense of humor.
- Do you already have an idea of the death cause ?" Sam asked.
" Probably the same as for the the first victim : loss of blood."
Grace slowly uncovered the man's breast. In the middle of his chest, his torturer had sculpted a large cross, about ten inches long. He had removed the two bands of skin, two inches wide and 0.3 thick.
" It is spectacular, but not deep enough to directly cause the death." Grace commented. She showed them the other wounds. Little crosses had been cut all over Billy's body. "What kind of message does he want to send us ?" she asked Sam.
" I'm not sure there is a message. It may just be a game for him.
- A game !" John said." Grace, did you find some evidences of struggle ?
- I have to have a closer look, but he does not seem to have resisted.
- Did you complete Carol Johnson's blood analysis ?
- Yes. I found some residues of soporific. But nothing conclusive. There was not enough blood to analyze. I'll try with his. If we find the same product, we may conclude."
To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.
Absolut.
