Chapter 2
Bobby walked over to the coffee stand for the millionth time that night. Ever since Slicker had been up and about again, the whole team had been ordered to stay overnight. This case had to be broken as soon as possible and no alone time was given until something was found.
TARA: I got something!
Everyone fairly sprinted to Tara's desk, eager to find something so they could get some sleep. Jack saw that Sue had nodded off at her desk, so he took the responsibility of waking her up. Shaking her shoulder gently, he guided a weary Sue to Tara's desk.
Sue was worse off than anyone, with the exception of Jack, the team leader on this case. Sue had been recruited by SOG to read over some old tapes from Slicker's killing locations. They had hoped she would have picked up some lip action that could have tied in to the murders. It was a long stretch that had proved useless. Sue had learned two things from THAT four hour escapade; the guy was a ghost and technology has really improved in the last twenty years. There was absolutely nothing in the database, no evidence or DNA besides those Monopoly pieces, no tapes, nothing but the victims' names.
MYLES: Alright, Tara worked her magic at least. Did you find a crack in Slickers illustrious armor?
TARA: Not a crack, but I did find the name of an agent who worked on this case. Name is Steven Malcolm and he might be able to fill in some of the spaces. Says here that he knew Slicker as well as anyone, which is why he was hit with the worst backlash.
Sue looked at Tara quizzically, and she finger spelled S-T-E-V-E-N M-A-L-C-O-L-M slowly. It took her a few tries, but Sue eventually deciphered Tara's message.
TARA: Steven Malcolm is a former sniper in the military and a retired FBI agent. He is the last known FBI agent who worked on the Slicker case while it was open.
Jack picked up a few of the records Tara had printed out and passed them around the bullpen.
JACK: It says here that Malcolm's stepsister was the last known victim, so he might be reluctant to help share information.
BOBBY: We need to be easy on the guy. Don't scare him or press him too hard, because we could resurface old emotions and never get anything from this guy. We need his information.
D: He's our only hope at any chance at Slicker. Malcolm lives in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. I want two agents packed and ready to make a little house trip.
BOBBY: If we are looking for a gentle touch, Sue is in and Myles is out. Jack, why don't you accompany the lovely sheila. She will get the most information out of him, and you know the most about this case.
LUCY: And Myles needs to stay far away from a grieving sibling. Especially one who we shall need in the near future.
MYLES: I'm offended, but happy to stay put and fend off the Slickers next attack when needed. While Sue and Jack are questioning a former agent, I shall be here fighting the killer. The real work is in the field of battle.
BOBBY: Your next battle is that ridiculous vending machine in the hallway. We are fresh out of coffee, and we aren't allowed to leave the building. Fill your pockets full of quarters and get enough coffee to last the night. Make yourself useful, for once.
D: Sue, Jack, follow me to the garage. On our way I will update you on your aliases and provide the perfect travel vehicle.
LUCY: Aliases? Is this another undercover assignment?
Sue looked up from Lucy's lips and caught the familiar gleam of matchmaking in her friend's eyes. Sue shot Lucy a forbidding message, silently pleading her to keep her mouth shut about this match making business. She and Jack were just friends, would always be just friends. Work required that, and she wasn't even sure if Jack liked her. The more Lucy tried to match them up, the more Sue got her hopes built up. And the harder they crashed.
D: Yes, they can't exactly confront Malcolm with their current professions. The FBI brought a huge blow to his family and he would refuse to share anything to a law enforcement member. Jack and Sue need innocent alibis that can help Malcolm open up with his Slicker knowledge without causing damage.
The second their footsteps stopped echoing, Lucy eyed Tara excitedly and marched over to her desk. While Tara was less inclined to match make, she did enjoy listening to Lucy's wild ideas.
LUCY: I wonder what their aliases will be. What ever they are, this should prove to be an interesting trip. The two of them, alone, assuming foreign identities, in a different state. This should prove to be a very interesting trip.
If only she knew.