Garret couldnt stand to see everybodys favourite detective like this. He was being eaten alive with the prospect of what could be happening to Jordan at this very moment, and this was painly clear to Garret. He sat down on the bench beside him, willing the tears not to spill over his own eyes. He had to be strong, for Woody's sake. He refused to show weakness.
"Where do we go from here Garret?" Woody asked him, not bothering to take his head out of his hands.
"We follow all leads. Get officers to go door to door and see if anyone saw anything, get Lily and some of the others to go through all of Jordans recent cases, see if anything out of the ordinary shows up. People who swore to get revenge, high rate criminals, anything that they think might lead to something. As for you and I, we go to her apartment, go through her stuff. I don't think this was random. I think they've been watching her for awhile. And knowing Jordan, she knew about it and didn't want to 'burden' anyone with the knowledge." Garret said.
Woody nodded, afraid that if he talked the tears he was holding in were going to come spilling out. Garret got up and Woody followed. The informed Walker of thier plan and he gave them a ride to Jordans apartment, telling them that if they found anything, to give him a call right away, and vise-versa. Woody and Garret climbed the stairs, walking slowly and painfully up to her apartment. Woody was dreading going in. Everything in there was hers, it all held memories that Woody wasn't quite ready to drag to the surface. Before he was ready, they were there. A sudden realization hit him.
"Garret do you have a key?" he asked. But the M.E was aleady a step ahead of him. He held out a key for Woody to see. Without having to say anything else, Garret inserted the key into the lock and turned, unlocking it and swinging the heavy door inward.
"So what exactly is it that we're looking for?" Woody asked, taking a deep breath as he looked around the room that screamed Jordan.
"Anything that looks strange to you. Letters, emails, strange notes. Whatever you can find," Garret said, walking over to Jordans drawers and pulling them open, sorting through her things. Woody was glad it wasn't him that was going through her underwear drawer. I would only be a reminder of what he hadn't gotten in to. Woody found her computer sitting on the counter and filpped it open, looking into the screen where it required a password.
"Hey Macy, do you know the password?" Woody asked.
"Try your name." Garret said simply.
"What?" Woody asked, clearly confounded.
"Your name. Either Woodym, Woodrow, or Hoyt. Or any of those in a combination. Shouldn't take you that long," he said.
Woody didn't understand it. Why would she use his name? And Garret was acting as though he had said nothing of concern. Woody shook it off, typing the name Woodrow Hoyt into the password box. It worked. The main screen loaded, Woody still trying to shake off the fact that she had used his name for her computer password. He found the email link and clicked on it, momentarily looking up at Garret while it loaded. "Find anything?" he asked.
"No not yet," Garret said in return.
Woody looked back down into the computer where the email had loaded. He scrolled through her emails, looking for anything strange. Work emails, junk mail, more junk mail. Then there was something that got Woodys attention. An email from an annonomous person, no subject. Woody double clicked it and it opened. He scrolled through it, eyes popping at what he read. "Garret you better come here," Woody said, anger replacing his shock and awe. Garret walked over, reading the email over Woodys shoulder. It read:
Dear Dr. Cavanaugh,
We just thought that you would like to know about our plan. You see, we're out seeking revenge. I'm not going to tell you about why we want revenge, but what I can tell you is what we're after. You. And every other medical examiner that has had the misfourtune of crossing us. You see, I can't very well go and tell you exactly what it is that we're planning, it would take away all the fun. We'll be seeing you soon Dr. Cavanaugh, take care.
It wasn't signed. Garret visciously tore out the power cord and took off towards the front door, Woody hot on his heels.
"What the hell Dr. Macy? Where are we going now?" Woody asked, panting as he ran down the stairs after Garret. He had locked the door the second Woody was out of the frame and ran down the stairs, Woody still trying to figure out what was going on.
Garret responded to him as he ran down the stairs, out the door, and into his car, Woody spilling into the passengers seat.
"Nigel can trace the email. We can possibly find out where she is," Garret said while starting up the car and driving haphazardly back to the morgue. The second they got there, Garret thrust the laptop into Nigels hand, quickly explaining what he wanted. igel said it could be done within half an hour.
"Make it a quick on," Woody said. "Every second we spend sitting around means the more danger Jordan is in and the less chance we have of finding her if they're on the move." he finished.
Not ten minutes later, a record for Nigel, he got a match.
"Woody, Macy come quick! We've got results!" he said.
Woody and Garret were there in a heartbeat.
"What'd'ya got Nige?" Garret asked.
"We have results," Nigel pulled a map up onto the screen for both Garret and Woody to see.
"As you can see, what we have here is awfully strange," he said, motioning to the screen that both Woody and Garret's eyes were glued to.
"This email, was sent from the middle of nowhere, literally." Nigel said. "There's this huge bog just on the outskirts of Boston, and this email, was sent from the middle of it,"