Note: Sorry if I took too long for this, I had to do a little research on the letter stuff...
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Chapter 12: Sin City
"I don't get it, why is it always me who does all the errand running?" Wes asked angrily, shifting his cell phone, holding it between his shoulder and ear.
"I don't know, probably CSI 3 initiation," replied Nick's amused voice from the other end of the line.
As Wes drove into the street which led to the state jail's main entrance, he said,"And if I do get the promotion to CSI level 3?"
"You'll probably still have to run the errands," came a smug reply.
Wes rolled his eyes and muttered,"Why am I not surprise?"
Nick said,"OK, so it's settled. Friday, 7 pm. Don't spend much on a gift, just come and have fun,"
"Sure, sure, two days from now. You think they want to follow mum and dad's footsteps on being a scientist? I know where to get a good 'My First Chemistry Set'," Wes replied.
Nick and Sara will be holding a birthday party for the twins and instead of spending his free time searching for a gift, Wes had to pick up the letters Brian Mc Cormick had been sending.
"I don't advise that you do so. A few years back, Grissom and I got the exact same thing for Lindsay's birthday," said Nick. Wes chuckled.
Nick suddenly said,"Oops, gotta go. Michael is getting the habit of eavesdropping on my conversations. Wants to know what people are getting him," then Wes heard Nick say to Michael,"No, Mikey. Uncle Wes is not on the phone. Yes, yes, I'll tell you when he is. I'm sure he'll get something nice for you!"
Wes grinned as he heard Michael squeal in delight. "Kids get so suspicious, eh? Bye..." before signing off.
He soon pulled into the jail entrance. Slipping the warrant for Mc Cormick's letters into his windbreaker pocket, he went into the building.
Wes scowled when he recognized the officer at the desk, that same cocky youngster that took Warrick around. That officer looked up and scowled too, once he recognized the Las Vegas Police Department windbreaker.
When Wes got to the desk, the officer asked cooly,"What can I do for you, officer?"
Wes pulled out the warrant and handed it to him,"I came to pick up some mail..." he announced, just as cooly.
The officer read through the warrant. Then thoroughly annoyed, he said,"You people always have your ways. I'll go get the letters for you," and he disappeared down the corridor.
A few minutes later, he returned, carrying one envelope.
Wes asked,"Just one?"
The officer replied,"Hey, this ain't no post office, ok? He only sends one a week. You're lucky enough we didn't post this one yet. Take it or leave it,"
Wes glared at the officer and snatched the letter from his hand.
"Oh, by the way, the warrant also states that Brian Mc Cormick is forbiddened to send anymore letters from now on," said Wes. The officer nodded reluctantly.
Wes exited the building and went over to his SUV. Not wanting to wait until he got back to the lab, he pulled on latex gloves and opened the letter. It read:
Job 33:14, Proverbs 31:25.
Job 6:26?, Job 21: 34
Brian Mc Cormick.
Wes frowned, 'What in the world does this mean?' he thought, 'They all look like words from the bible,' he glanced at the address written in front, 'Looks like a fake,' he thought.
There's no such place in Vegas, yet it is addressed to Vegas. No recipent name, though. 'Better check to make sure,' he thought as he started up the car to drive back to the crime lab.
Back in the lab, he met up with Catherine and they started searching through the dtabase for the address written on the envelope.
An hour later, they confirmed that the address was faked.
"How is he supposed to communicate with his accomplice if the address is fake?" aked Wes exasperately.
Catherine said,"It's just a hunch, but I say protection. So no one finds his accomplice. All post from the jail will have to be sent to the post office. With a crafty person like our masked phantom, he could have easily picked up the letter at the post office itself, no one tracks him,"
Wes sighed.Cathrine smiled a little. Her younger collegues never fail to amuse her. Being on this job for a shorter time than Catherine, youngsters like Warrick, Nick, Greg and Wes never failed to be exasperated when one of their cases hits a dead end.
"Anyway, what about the message inside? What does it all mean?" asked catherine.
Wes shrugged,"That pair is playing us, mocking us even. It's just so frusrating! We'll never catch them at this rate!"
TBC
So, understood what that letter meant? I might tell you in the last chapter. But it's easy enough to decipher. Just check the bible. (Grins)