Jack POV:
"Why don't we pay Mr. Daniels' a visit?" I eye Samantha as we head into the elevator and down to the car.
"You don't think this has anything to do with the other disappearances last February?" Samantha eyes me as I open the car door and get inside.
"I've considered it but those girls went missing late at night while they were walking alone on campus."
She nods her head. "They never found the guy, you know?"
"So I've heard," I answer, as I start the car and drive to the address of the apartment complex where Tara's boyfriend lives.
We carefully make our way up the stairs and she eyes me attentively as I knock on the door. Her gaze meets our newest suspect as he opens the door.
"Matthew Daniels, we're with the FBI. Agents Malone and Spade," she offers and we flash our badges. "We're looking into the disappearance of Lindsey Jacobi."
"That bitch?" My eyes bore into our newest suspect.
"Where were you last night?"
"All night?"
Samantha nods her head, and I nod for him to continue.
"I spent the evening drinking with some buddies on Greek Row."
"Can anyone verify your story?" Samantha questions.
"At least a dozen people," he smirks. "Don't get me wrong. I never liked Lindsey, but I certainly didn't get involved in her disappearance."
Samantha asks Mr. Daniels for the address of where he was last night, while I casually glance around the apartment. There doesn't appear to be anything out of place or anything signaling us that Lindsey was here.
Samantha and I head down to the car and she eyes me attentively. "Alibi or not, he's involved." I nod for her to go on with her theory. "Tara and Lindsey didn't seem to get along. Opposite personalities living together." She glances down at her notes. "You didn't see any sign of a woman's presence, right?"
"Nothing," I nod and we head into the car.
"It's likely Matthew spent the night at Tara and Lindsey's apartment, and from there it's all assumptions. Maybe Lindsey didn't like having a boy stay the night. Maybe he hit on her or something else," she pauses and glances my way. "Something's going on between Tara, Lindsey, and Matthew-- I'm certain of it. If we find out what it is, we'll find out what happened to her."
"You're sure it's him?" I start the engine and carefully pull out of the parking lot.
"I've never been more certain in my life," she answers and glances out the window. "I just hope we're not too late."
"Why don't we pay Mr. Daniels' a visit?" I eye Samantha as we head into the elevator and down to the car.
"You don't think this has anything to do with the other disappearances last February?" Samantha eyes me as I open the car door and get inside.
"I've considered it but those girls went missing late at night while they were walking alone on campus."
She nods her head. "They never found the guy, you know?"
"So I've heard," I answer, as I start the car and drive to the address of the apartment complex where Tara's boyfriend lives.
We carefully make our way up the stairs and she eyes me attentively as I knock on the door. Her gaze meets our newest suspect as he opens the door.
"Matthew Daniels, we're with the FBI. Agents Malone and Spade," she offers and we flash our badges. "We're looking into the disappearance of Lindsey Jacobi."
"That bitch?" My eyes bore into our newest suspect.
"Where were you last night?"
"All night?"
Samantha nods her head, and I nod for him to continue.
"I spent the evening drinking with some buddies on Greek Row."
"Can anyone verify your story?" Samantha questions.
"At least a dozen people," he smirks. "Don't get me wrong. I never liked Lindsey, but I certainly didn't get involved in her disappearance."
Samantha asks Mr. Daniels for the address of where he was last night, while I casually glance around the apartment. There doesn't appear to be anything out of place or anything signaling us that Lindsey was here.
Samantha and I head down to the car and she eyes me attentively. "Alibi or not, he's involved." I nod for her to go on with her theory. "Tara and Lindsey didn't seem to get along. Opposite personalities living together." She glances down at her notes. "You didn't see any sign of a woman's presence, right?"
"Nothing," I nod and we head into the car.
"It's likely Matthew spent the night at Tara and Lindsey's apartment, and from there it's all assumptions. Maybe Lindsey didn't like having a boy stay the night. Maybe he hit on her or something else," she pauses and glances my way. "Something's going on between Tara, Lindsey, and Matthew-- I'm certain of it. If we find out what it is, we'll find out what happened to her."
"You're sure it's him?" I start the engine and carefully pull out of the parking lot.
"I've never been more certain in my life," she answers and glances out the window. "I just hope we're not too late."