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See part 1 for disclaimer.

Part 6…

"Alright, spill," Harm turned to her once they got back to their office at JAG headquarters, "What was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" Mac feigned innocence.

"You know what I mean," Harm insisted, "I know there was something going on back at the Colonel's house. What was it?"

Mac sighed, "Nothing…really. I just thought I saw something…"

"What do you mean by 'something'? Mac, you looked like you'd seen a ghost."

"It was just a shadow…or probably just my overactive imagination. That home movie on the Colonel's tv just made this case all too real for me, that's all. My mind has started playing tricks on me."

"Are you sure that was all it was?" Harm asked again.

"Not sure, no," Mac admitted, "but I don't have anything concrete to suggest otherwise. Like I said, it was just a shadow. But I felt…I don't know…so calm. At first it was unnerving. But then it was sort of comforting…"

"Do you think that it was your psychic side coming through again?" Harm asked.

"Harm, if you're going to start making fun of me for that, you can just get in line,

okay…" Mac started.

"No, Mac…No. You know I wouldn't. That side of you is a gift, a gift that saved my life, once. Without your visions… premonitions… whatever it is they are, I wouldn't be here now. My Mom wouldn't have even had anything left to bury, just like with my Dad. You know me better than to think I'd ridicule any aspect of who you are."

Mac's expression softened at this announcement.

"Okay," she conceded and sighed, "I honestly don't know what that was…I didn't want to say anything to you because I thought you'd…get freaked out."

"I'm not freaked out," Harm denied.

"Then why are the hairs on your arm standing up?" Mac asked him.

They both looked and found that it was indeed true.

"Okay, so I am a little creeped. But that has nothing to do with your visions and what is in them. It's more that all these things go on and you can see them all so clearly, yet I've never experienced anything remotely like that. How do you switch yourself onto that stuff?"

Mac just shrugged.

"I don't know," she replied, honestly, "I just happens when I least expect it. I have no idea how or when it started, it just did. Maybe it developed over time."

"Maybe," Harm nodded, "Anyway, I think we should take a trip out onto the base, to take

a look at that hole in the fence."

"Yeah," Mac nodded, "There's not much else we can do today, seeing as we have to wait to talk to Cassandra's classmates."

Harm nodded and they made their way out.

"Brookfield Drive is that way," Mac noted, "So is the school."

They were outside the military base, at the hole in the fence, which they had ordered left as evidence in an on-going investigation.

"But why would she be coming from school that early?" Harm asked.

"Some school teams run around that time," Mac pointed out, "I used to be on my school swim team and we trained early, before school started. We'll find out more about Cassandra's particular movements on that day, once we get to speak to her friends. But for now, we have to assume that she was coming here from the direction of Brookfield. Do you have any idea how far it is?"

Harm estimated, "Maybe a half a mile or so. Not that far."

"But she was struggling from the gunshot wound," Mac added.

"Yeah," Harm nodded, "That's probably when she phoned you, sounding out of breath. Her killer could have been close behind her. Do you reckon that anyone other than a young teenage girl could have gotten under this wire?"

"They'd have to be pretty skinny… or skilled," Mac shook her head, "Maybe if they were an athlete, or somebody in the military…But they'd have to be slim, too. Cassandra probably was, being only fifteen and a member of the gymnastics team and cheerleading squad."

"There's no trace evidence caught on the fence," Harm noted, "Maybe the killer didn't get in via the fence…we should get the full list of all people coming on base, on the Sunday night/ Monday morning."

Mac nodded in agreement.

"How about interviewing the corporals who were on guard again?" she suggested, "If Cassandra's killer lives on-base, there's a chance he or she might have been able to by-pass having their name recorded in the log-book."

"We should do that," Harm agreed.

They called in the two lance corporals who had been on guard duty at the base entrance again.

"I can't tell you how important it is that you two tell us the truth," Mac impressed upon the two young men, " A fifteen year old girl is dead and every single person in the JAG office wants justice to be served. Did you let anyone in who shouldn't have been here? Was there anyone visiting who didn't have their name recorded in the log book?"

Both men quickly shook their heads again.

"I swear, Ma'am, if their names aren't in that log-book, they didn't get onto this base," the first young officer said.

"We take our duty very seriously, Ma'am," the other added, "Even if it's just a short trip onto the base, everyone is checked and their presence is recorded; the exact time they come in and the exact time that they leave."

Harm and Mac both looked at the list of names and times, taken from the log-book.

There was no Cassandra Drake, no name that didn't belong to an officer. The only way that Cassandra or any of her schoolmates would have gotten onto the base would be through the hole in the fence.

Mac shot Harm a look that told him, "This is going to make our job harder."

Harm nodded.

"Did Cassandra often come on base while either of you were on-duty?" he asked the lance corporals.

"Not often," they both replied, one adding, "She sometimes came to visit Admiral Basingstoke. The Admiral liked to be kept informed of the colonel's condition. Sometimes the Admiral's daughter Gemma came with her. But they were always logged in and out. Always. They knew the routine and they respected it."

"Do you know why Cassandra would have snuck on-base through a hole in the perimeter fence?" Mac asked them.

"Is that how she got in, Ma'am?" one man asked.

Mac just nodded, "That is our preliminary conclusion."

"As far a I know, Ms. Drake never had any trouble getting onto the base. She was well known and liked by everyone here. It just makes no sense that she'd have to sneak in."

"Ma'am?" the other man asked, "Just where in the fence was this break? That fence is regularly checked and maintained."

"Just behind the firing ranges," Mac told them.

"Well, Ma'am," the man told them, "I'm sure that point would be a more direct route for her than through the gates. Is it possible that she was in a rush?"

"That is one of the possibilities that we have considered, corporal," Harm told him, "But at this stage, we don't know which direction Ms. Drake was coming from."

After that, the officers were dismissed.

Harm had another sort through the phone records.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, "Now this makes sense! At 0615, Cassandra made a call to her best friend, Gemma Basingstoke. It wasn't answered, which I'm assuming is because Gemma was still asleep and didn't hear it. She tried again a few minutes later. This time it was picked up and the call lasted for 25 seconds. Mac, Gemma Basingstoke's phone number is almost identical to yours. Look, there's just a few number different. The second time she called, Cassandra she got the number wrong and called you instead of calling the Admiral's daughter."

"So she called me by accident," Mac concluded, "I guess that's another thing that makes sense. We're starting to make progress on this case. Now we just need to find out more about Cassandra's movements during last Sunday."

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