Samantha POV:
Jack looks rather uneasy as he approaches the conference table where we're all gathered.
"Lindsey Jacobi," Jack says as he hangs the young blonde's photo on the dry erase board. "Twenty years old. She went missing on campus sometime last night around nine o'clock. Her roommate called the police this morning."
"Are we sure she didn't just stay out too late drinking?" Martin questions.
"According to her roommate, she was going to take a shower and never came back."
"A shower?" I question. "Why wait so long to call it in?"
"We'll have to find out," Jack answers. "Martin and Danny, I want you both to speak to the family. Find out what you can. Vivian, talk to her professors and her employer. Samantha, you'll come with me to speak to her roommate."
I follow Jack down to the car and he hands me his keys, letting me drive. An hour and a half later, we pull up in front of the twelve-story residence towers and make our way inside.
"Tara, we're with the FBI." I show her my badge. "Can we come in?"
She opens the door to her small room. It's fully decorated, with posters and rope light strung along the walls. There's a set of bunk beds on the far left side of the wall, and on the right are two back-to-back desks along with a set of drawers.
"Can you tell us about Lindsey?" I question.
"She's pretty quiet. Keeps to herself mostly. She went off to take a shower last night while I was watching television. I didn't realize till around eleven that she hadn't come back."
"Why did you wait until the morning to call the police?" Jack asks.
"I went down to the community advisor's room at the end of the floor, and she told me to wait to report her missing. She figured she went off partying and didn't tell me."
"And you didn't think that was the case?" I question.
"Lindsey goes home every weekend. Not once this semester have I seen her partying. Besides she left in her robe and sandals. She wouldn't have gotten far."
"Does she have a boyfriend?" I question.
"No, she's never been all that interested in dating."
"What about you?" Jack eyes Tara.
"Yeah, but he didn't have anything to do with her disappearance."
"Can we get his name and address?"
"Yeah." I hand her my small pad of paper and she scribbles the information down before Jack and I head outside.
Jack looks rather uneasy as he approaches the conference table where we're all gathered.
"Lindsey Jacobi," Jack says as he hangs the young blonde's photo on the dry erase board. "Twenty years old. She went missing on campus sometime last night around nine o'clock. Her roommate called the police this morning."
"Are we sure she didn't just stay out too late drinking?" Martin questions.
"According to her roommate, she was going to take a shower and never came back."
"A shower?" I question. "Why wait so long to call it in?"
"We'll have to find out," Jack answers. "Martin and Danny, I want you both to speak to the family. Find out what you can. Vivian, talk to her professors and her employer. Samantha, you'll come with me to speak to her roommate."
I follow Jack down to the car and he hands me his keys, letting me drive. An hour and a half later, we pull up in front of the twelve-story residence towers and make our way inside.
"Tara, we're with the FBI." I show her my badge. "Can we come in?"
She opens the door to her small room. It's fully decorated, with posters and rope light strung along the walls. There's a set of bunk beds on the far left side of the wall, and on the right are two back-to-back desks along with a set of drawers.
"Can you tell us about Lindsey?" I question.
"She's pretty quiet. Keeps to herself mostly. She went off to take a shower last night while I was watching television. I didn't realize till around eleven that she hadn't come back."
"Why did you wait until the morning to call the police?" Jack asks.
"I went down to the community advisor's room at the end of the floor, and she told me to wait to report her missing. She figured she went off partying and didn't tell me."
"And you didn't think that was the case?" I question.
"Lindsey goes home every weekend. Not once this semester have I seen her partying. Besides she left in her robe and sandals. She wouldn't have gotten far."
"Does she have a boyfriend?" I question.
"No, she's never been all that interested in dating."
"What about you?" Jack eyes Tara.
"Yeah, but he didn't have anything to do with her disappearance."
"Can we get his name and address?"
"Yeah." I hand her my small pad of paper and she scribbles the information down before Jack and I head outside.