Disclaimer- Wren and Sarah are mine everything else belongs to Tim Kring et al. You've been disclaimed.
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Wren and Jordan waited in Jordan's office for Slokum to leave for the night. They had to get into his personal papers. Hopefully they could find the proof that would confirm their suspicions of Slokum's involvement in the cover up of the Gentleman Slayer killings. It was obvious to both of them that Slokum had known what was going on for several weeks at least. He'd been covering for someone, probably very close to his friend 'Bob', as he called the governor.
The two women tried to appear busy with the reports on the two bodies discovered two and three days ago, respectively. They'd actually finished the reports well before lunch, but used the excuse of working on it to make sure that Slokum left before them. As he picked up his briefcase and headed for the elevator, Wren sighed.
"God, I thought he was going to sleep here."
"Let's give him time to get out to the parking deck before we head for the office." Jordan cautioned. "The way things have been going on this case, he'll head back for something."
"That anal retentive creep? He probably triple checks his fly before he leaves the bathroom. I doubt he could forget anything." Wren looked toward the elevator doors. "If he comes back it'll be because he suspects something's up."
"I hope not. He'd have too much of a chance to hide the evidence that he's covering up. I just wish we had some clue who he's covering for." Jordan sat up at a sound in the hall. "Is that the elevator?"
"No, Jordan. Relax, you're jumpier than I am." Wren grinned. "Besides that little wimp couldn't possibly take on both of us and win."
"I'm not worried about him winning, I'm worried about his finding out that we know he's covering up something." Jordan ran a hand through her hair. "All that talk about Garret covering up on the Moreau case and the little weasel's doing the same on an active serial killer's work."
"I know and poor Sarah's just getting herself together and Garret's career is still in danger because the governor has Slokum as his watchdog." Wren said. "What do we do with the proof when we get it? Do we confront Slokum or do we hand it over to the DA?"
"Personally, I'd like to rub his nose in it myself, but if we give it to Walcott I know she'll twist the governor's arm to reinstate Garret without a keeper." Jordan smiled to herself at the thought of working with Walcott but she'd deal with the devil himself if it meant Garret's career would be secure.
Whatever Garret's reason for covering the evidence on Sylvia Moreau, Wren knew it wasn't for personal gain. She knew only what Sarah had told her about the case, but the one thing she was certain of was that Garret Macy was an honorable man.
"Well, I guess Slokum's had enough time to get out of the parking deck, so let's go." Wren said heading for the door.
"Did you snag his key?" Jordan asked as they neared Slokum's office.
"No need." Wren said bending to the doorknob and using a dental pick from the autopsy room to unlock the door. "Product of a misspent youth."
"You spent a lot of time breaking into buildings?" Jordan asked.
"No, I just dated a lot of juvenile delinquents. If a guy had a tattoo and a police record I was in love." Wren laughed.
"I dated a lot of guys like that, drove my dad crazy." Jordan smiled at an old memory.
"Which was of course why you did it." Wren added as she opened the door.
"Okay, can you do the same with the desk drawers?" Jordan asked.
"Of course." Wren walked over to the sleek modern piece of junk with which Slokum had replaced Garret's solid beautiful desk. "You know we need to get rid of this yoyo just because of his bad taste in furniture." Wren joked as she picked the lock and opened the first drawer. "Care to join me?" She teased Jordan.
The two women searched through every drawer meticulously with no result. Wren reached over, turned on the computer and began looking over file names. She wished she'd told Nigel about their suspicions and asked him to join their little raid. Suddenly she spotted a likely file name.
"Check this one out, Jordan. 'Personal Journal', you don't think he'd be that stupid, do you?" Wren asked the brunette.
"Not stupid, but he'd definitely be that arrogant." Jordan leaned over Wren's shoulder to read. "Can you get into it?"
"I can try. If not, I'll call Nigel and get him over here." Wren began trying passwords on the third try she got lucky with Slokum's license plate number. "We're in."
Wren scrolled down the log entry list. "Jordan?"
"Yeah." Jordan answered.
"A lot of these entries coincide with the dates of the murders." Wren pointed out.
"That's weird. Why would he always make entries on the dates of the murders?" Jordan leaned closer to read over Wren's shoulder as she opened the entry dated the day of the last murder.
Tonight, I finally dealt with that little slut from the restaurant, unfortunately she'll probably be found too quickly so I'll have to do the autopsy myself. That nosy smart ass Jordan Cavanaugh would definitely be able to figure too much out. She and that little southern tart are not going to like me taking over the case, but I'll be able to deflect any suspicions easily. As oversight manager, I decide who handles what case.
If they become too suspicious, I'll have to take care of those two sooner than I'd planned. I'd hoped to deal with them individually, but I may have to take them together, in which case I'll be forced to drug one or both to keep them under control. I've also discovered that I have another candidate here in the morgue. That Sarah Matthews isn't as demure and proper as she'd like everyone to believe. She's been playing the whore for Macy while pretending to be a dignified lady. She thought she had me fooled, but I followed her last night and discovered the truth. I'll have to take care of her as well.
When will these vile and disgusting creatures learn their lesson? Decent people cannot tolerate such depraved and lewd conduct under an outward illusion of decency. Not only do these vulgar females refuse to behave as decent women should, but they have brainwashed most of society into believing that their behavior is perfectly normal and acceptable.
I'll show them the error of their ways and bring them to justice. No matter how much they may beg, I must remain resolute. They are not, despite any outward appearance, worthy of any mercy or clemency. These wicked, despicable creatures must be removed from society if we are to ever have a return to the upright decorum of our parents' time.
Jordan and Wren looked at each other in disbelief. Neither one could quite process the fact that the man they'd believed to be merely a flunky covering for the killer was in fact 'The Gentleman Slayer'.
As they tried to wrap their minds around this new bombshell, they heard the elevator doors open and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.