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Nancy hung up the phone, dazed. This is crazy, she thought to herself. He's challenging me to find the next victim before he does.
"What did he say, Nancy?" Frank asked, snapping her out of her daze.
Nancy shook her head, as if to clear it. She was angry now. "He knows who he's going to go after next. Her name is Kristin. He said I have until ten tonight to find her." "He only gave you a first name?" Frank asked.
Nancy nodded. "But if it's Fitz and he went after Rosie first, then I have a feeling it still has to do with the sorority house." Nancythought. "Did you bring that file with you, Frank?" she asked.
Frank nodded. "It's in the car. I'll go get it." He left the office.
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. Andy poked his head in.
"Hey, Nancy." Andy said.
"Hey, Andy. Come on in." She said. She pointed to Joe. "Andy, this is Joe Hardy. Joe, this is my intern, Andy Roberts."
Joe and Andy shook hands as Frank came back into the office. Frank looked at Andy and then looked over at Nancy.
"Frank, this is Andy Roberts, my intern. Andy, this is Detective Frank Hardy, my fiance and Joe's brother." Nancy explained.
Frank eyed Andy suspiciously as they shook hands. Nancy noticed the look Frank was giving him and sighed. Frank handed her the file on Mike Fitzgerald.
"Um, Andy, we were kind of in the middle of something. Do you mind going to see if Ashley needs your help on anything?" Nancy asked.
"No. Not at all." Andy said. He slowly made his way out of the office.
"What was that look for, Frank?" Nancy demanded. "He's new and I'm being cautious of everyone, Nancy." Frank said.
"I know what Mike Fitzgerlad looks like, Frank. And, believe me, Andy is a far cry from him." Nancy said.
"We're not sure that it is Mike Fitzgerald who is behind the murder." Frank said.
"I don't want to argue about this, now." Nancy said, sitting down behind her desk. "All I care about right now, is finding Kristin."
Nancy thumbed through the file until she came to the page that she was looking for.
"Here it is." Nancy said. "Kristin Seidel."
Frank was immediately on his cell phone. "Nora, this is Detective Hardy. I need you to locate a person for me Kristin Seidel. S-E-I-D-E-L. Get back to me as soon as possible."
"So now we just wait." Nancy said.
"We have to. We'll find out where she is, Nancy. We'll help her." Frank said. He looked at his watch. "Bess will be here soon to pick you up. I'm gonna head on over to the office and see if I can speed things up a bit. I'll call you as soon as I know anything." He leaned over her desk and gave her a kiss.
"I guess that means I'm with you today, Frank." Joe said. He turned to look at Nancy. "Sorry, Nan. But I've never been good at babysitting."
Nancy shot Joe a look and he smiled. She watched as they left her office. She put her head on her desk and sighed.
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Fitz sat in his Jeep drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He was very pleased. He had Nancy dangling now.
He looked in his rearview mirror as Kristin bounded out of her apartment. He watched as she stopped to look at the front tire on the driver's side of her car. He ran his finger over the cool blade of his knife. He had slashed her tire a couple of hours earlier.
Fitz put away his knife and out on his ballcap. He hopped out of his Jeep and walked towards her. She was scratching her head, looking at her tire, confused.
"Hey." Fitz said. "You need some help?"
Krisitn looked up at him, startled. "Oh, God. You scared me!" she said, holding a hand up to her chest.
"Sorry." Fitz said. "So, do you need any help?"
"Yeah. That would be great." Kristin said. "I'm not sure how it happened."
"You must have run over something." Fitz said.
"I must have." Kristin said.
"Do you have a spare?" Fitz asked.
Kristin nodded. "It's in the trunk." She popped the trunk and Fitz pulled the spare tire out.
"I'm Kristin, by the way." She said, smiling.
Fitz smiled back at her. "I'm Mike. What do you say we get that tire fixed?"
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Nancy was finishing up the seating chart for her wedding when Andy poked his head in her office.
"Hey, Nancy. Anna wanted me to let you know that Bess was here." Andy said.
"Thank you, Andy. Will you let her in, please?" Nancy asked.
Ten seconds later, Bess walked in, George Fayne trailing behind her.
"George!" Nancy exclaimed. She went around her desk to give her two best friends a hug.
"When did you get back?" Nancy asked George.
"Actually," George said, looking at her watch. "About two hours ago."
"And she's got something really big to tell you." Bess said, trying to hide her excitement.
"Tell me." Nancy said.
"At lunch." George said, grinning mischeviously.
"Well, let me grab my purse, and we can be on our way." Nancy said. She reached into her desk and grabbed her purse. She followed her friends out of her office, being careful to lock it after her.
"Where's Doug?" Nancy asked Bess as they walked the two blocks to Ming's Garden.
"He actually didn't come with me. I just didn't want to let you know that George was going to join us." Bess said.
"Sneaky, Bess. Very impressive." Nancy said.
They walked into the restaurant, paid for their meals, and made their way to the buffet. After they had filled their plates, they settled down at their table.
Nancy looked at George. "Okay. Spill it."
"Can I even take a bite first?" George teased.
"Sorry. It's the journalist in me." Nancy grinned. "Tell me."
George couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. "Okay." She took a deep breath." I just got offered a position with ESPN."
Nancy was speechless. She finally found her voice. "Oh, my God, George! I am so happy for you!"
"I still haven't decided if I'm going to do it yet." George cautioned.
"Not do it? George, you would be crazy to pass this oppurtunity up. We are talking about something that many sports journalists will never get the chance to do." Nancy said.
"I know. I know." George said. "It's just that it will take me from everyone that I love and going to a place where I don't know anything at all."
"Well, let's put it this way." Nancy said. "If you decide to pass this up, the Bess and I both will kick your butt. Right, Bess?"
"Absolutley." Bess agreed.
"Seriously, George. Whatever you decide, we will be behind you one hundred percent." Nancy said.
George smiled. "Thanks. I really needed to hear that."
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Two hours later, Frank sat at his desk at the Chicago PD. He was getting frustrated. They didn't have a single lead that they could follow. And he still didn't know if Kristin lived in the area.
Joe walked up to his desk and tossed him a turkey sandwich. "You need to eat something, Frank. You've been running around since you got here. This is the first time that I've actually seen you sit down."
"Thanks, Joe." Frank said, unwrapping his sandwich. "It's just getting to me. This guy hasn't left us anything to work with. He gave us a name of the next victim and a time frame of her murder. Not really much to go on." He took a bite of his sandwich.
"You don't expect him to give you everything that you need, do you?" Joe asked.
Frank sighed. "No, but I can hope."
"Hey, Hardy!" A male voice shouted. Both Hardys looked up.
"What do you want, Thomas?" Frank asked, slightly annoyed.
"This just came for you." Thomas said, throwing a manila envelope on Frank's desk.
Frank tore it open. Inside was another set of pictures. Frank thumbed through them frantically.
They were all of Nancy sleeping,
A/N: I'm getting these chapters up as fast as my brain will let me. I know that this one is short, and I am sorry. Thank you all for your positive reviews.It means a lot to me when I read them. I love it that I am keeping you in suspense. If you have any questions, post them or email me.
Nancy hung up the phone, dazed. This is crazy, she thought to herself. He's challenging me to find the next victim before he does.
"What did he say, Nancy?" Frank asked, snapping her out of her daze.
Nancy shook her head, as if to clear it. She was angry now. "He knows who he's going to go after next. Her name is Kristin. He said I have until ten tonight to find her." "He only gave you a first name?" Frank asked.
Nancy nodded. "But if it's Fitz and he went after Rosie first, then I have a feeling it still has to do with the sorority house." Nancythought. "Did you bring that file with you, Frank?" she asked.
Frank nodded. "It's in the car. I'll go get it." He left the office.
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. Andy poked his head in.
"Hey, Nancy." Andy said.
"Hey, Andy. Come on in." She said. She pointed to Joe. "Andy, this is Joe Hardy. Joe, this is my intern, Andy Roberts."
Joe and Andy shook hands as Frank came back into the office. Frank looked at Andy and then looked over at Nancy.
"Frank, this is Andy Roberts, my intern. Andy, this is Detective Frank Hardy, my fiance and Joe's brother." Nancy explained.
Frank eyed Andy suspiciously as they shook hands. Nancy noticed the look Frank was giving him and sighed. Frank handed her the file on Mike Fitzgerald.
"Um, Andy, we were kind of in the middle of something. Do you mind going to see if Ashley needs your help on anything?" Nancy asked.
"No. Not at all." Andy said. He slowly made his way out of the office.
"What was that look for, Frank?" Nancy demanded. "He's new and I'm being cautious of everyone, Nancy." Frank said.
"I know what Mike Fitzgerlad looks like, Frank. And, believe me, Andy is a far cry from him." Nancy said.
"We're not sure that it is Mike Fitzgerald who is behind the murder." Frank said.
"I don't want to argue about this, now." Nancy said, sitting down behind her desk. "All I care about right now, is finding Kristin."
Nancy thumbed through the file until she came to the page that she was looking for.
"Here it is." Nancy said. "Kristin Seidel."
Frank was immediately on his cell phone. "Nora, this is Detective Hardy. I need you to locate a person for me Kristin Seidel. S-E-I-D-E-L. Get back to me as soon as possible."
"So now we just wait." Nancy said.
"We have to. We'll find out where she is, Nancy. We'll help her." Frank said. He looked at his watch. "Bess will be here soon to pick you up. I'm gonna head on over to the office and see if I can speed things up a bit. I'll call you as soon as I know anything." He leaned over her desk and gave her a kiss.
"I guess that means I'm with you today, Frank." Joe said. He turned to look at Nancy. "Sorry, Nan. But I've never been good at babysitting."
Nancy shot Joe a look and he smiled. She watched as they left her office. She put her head on her desk and sighed.
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Fitz sat in his Jeep drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He was very pleased. He had Nancy dangling now.
He looked in his rearview mirror as Kristin bounded out of her apartment. He watched as she stopped to look at the front tire on the driver's side of her car. He ran his finger over the cool blade of his knife. He had slashed her tire a couple of hours earlier.
Fitz put away his knife and out on his ballcap. He hopped out of his Jeep and walked towards her. She was scratching her head, looking at her tire, confused.
"Hey." Fitz said. "You need some help?"
Krisitn looked up at him, startled. "Oh, God. You scared me!" she said, holding a hand up to her chest.
"Sorry." Fitz said. "So, do you need any help?"
"Yeah. That would be great." Kristin said. "I'm not sure how it happened."
"You must have run over something." Fitz said.
"I must have." Kristin said.
"Do you have a spare?" Fitz asked.
Kristin nodded. "It's in the trunk." She popped the trunk and Fitz pulled the spare tire out.
"I'm Kristin, by the way." She said, smiling.
Fitz smiled back at her. "I'm Mike. What do you say we get that tire fixed?"
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Nancy was finishing up the seating chart for her wedding when Andy poked his head in her office.
"Hey, Nancy. Anna wanted me to let you know that Bess was here." Andy said.
"Thank you, Andy. Will you let her in, please?" Nancy asked.
Ten seconds later, Bess walked in, George Fayne trailing behind her.
"George!" Nancy exclaimed. She went around her desk to give her two best friends a hug.
"When did you get back?" Nancy asked George.
"Actually," George said, looking at her watch. "About two hours ago."
"And she's got something really big to tell you." Bess said, trying to hide her excitement.
"Tell me." Nancy said.
"At lunch." George said, grinning mischeviously.
"Well, let me grab my purse, and we can be on our way." Nancy said. She reached into her desk and grabbed her purse. She followed her friends out of her office, being careful to lock it after her.
"Where's Doug?" Nancy asked Bess as they walked the two blocks to Ming's Garden.
"He actually didn't come with me. I just didn't want to let you know that George was going to join us." Bess said.
"Sneaky, Bess. Very impressive." Nancy said.
They walked into the restaurant, paid for their meals, and made their way to the buffet. After they had filled their plates, they settled down at their table.
Nancy looked at George. "Okay. Spill it."
"Can I even take a bite first?" George teased.
"Sorry. It's the journalist in me." Nancy grinned. "Tell me."
George couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. "Okay." She took a deep breath." I just got offered a position with ESPN."
Nancy was speechless. She finally found her voice. "Oh, my God, George! I am so happy for you!"
"I still haven't decided if I'm going to do it yet." George cautioned.
"Not do it? George, you would be crazy to pass this oppurtunity up. We are talking about something that many sports journalists will never get the chance to do." Nancy said.
"I know. I know." George said. "It's just that it will take me from everyone that I love and going to a place where I don't know anything at all."
"Well, let's put it this way." Nancy said. "If you decide to pass this up, the Bess and I both will kick your butt. Right, Bess?"
"Absolutley." Bess agreed.
"Seriously, George. Whatever you decide, we will be behind you one hundred percent." Nancy said.
George smiled. "Thanks. I really needed to hear that."
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Two hours later, Frank sat at his desk at the Chicago PD. He was getting frustrated. They didn't have a single lead that they could follow. And he still didn't know if Kristin lived in the area.
Joe walked up to his desk and tossed him a turkey sandwich. "You need to eat something, Frank. You've been running around since you got here. This is the first time that I've actually seen you sit down."
"Thanks, Joe." Frank said, unwrapping his sandwich. "It's just getting to me. This guy hasn't left us anything to work with. He gave us a name of the next victim and a time frame of her murder. Not really much to go on." He took a bite of his sandwich.
"You don't expect him to give you everything that you need, do you?" Joe asked.
Frank sighed. "No, but I can hope."
"Hey, Hardy!" A male voice shouted. Both Hardys looked up.
"What do you want, Thomas?" Frank asked, slightly annoyed.
"This just came for you." Thomas said, throwing a manila envelope on Frank's desk.
Frank tore it open. Inside was another set of pictures. Frank thumbed through them frantically.
They were all of Nancy sleeping,
A/N: I'm getting these chapters up as fast as my brain will let me. I know that this one is short, and I am sorry. Thank you all for your positive reviews.It means a lot to me when I read them. I love it that I am keeping you in suspense. If you have any questions, post them or email me.