"Play it again."
Morgan tapped a key on the computer.
"911."
"Yeah. There's a body in the dump. It's that kid that is missing."
"Your name, sir?"
"Tell them to look on the side by the river."
Elle shook her head. "Not a lot of information."
"He sounded young."
Morgan nodded. "Bunch of kids probably went looking for a place to party. Found the body."
"Why didn't he give his name?"
"Didn't want to get into trouble for being out there." Morgan suggested.
"Maybe." Reid tapped his fingers on the desk. "There was no hesitation. He knew who the body was."
"The boy was missing for a week. Word would get around."
"And they'd recognize him."
"I guess." Reid rubbed his eyes. "Something"
"What?"
"Something in the voice. Something more personal than just recognizing a classmate."
"Bit of a stretch don't you think?" Elle poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Reid.
"He wanted them to go straight to the body. He told them exactly where to look."
"Reid's got a point." Morgan nodded. "So maybe the caller is a friend. Won't give his name cause he wasn't supposed to be out there, but at the same time, he doesn't want his buddy's body left out there and his mother not knowing what happened."
Reid shook his head. "You heard Dean. Michael Benson didn't have any friends. Not ones that would care enough to point the police to his body."
"So who was it?" Elle sighed.
They sat in silence, each pondering the question. Finally Reid picked up his phone.
"I've got an idea." He dialed a number. "Mr Dean. I have another question."