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Chapter 6
Warrick and Sara were under the Ford's hood, Sara was trying to attach the computer to the black box while Warrick was at the laptop. "That's the wrong box, Sara," Warrick snapped at Sara.
"Well, pick one. There are three," Sara replied.
"That one right there," Warrick said pointing angrily at the box at the back.
"Give me a break. I haven't done this before," Sara said connecting the wires.
"All right, let's go over it again. The diagnostic unit gets attached to that black box, which gives us the mileage of his last trip. Like an airplane."
"That gives us the radius for the search area."
"Right," Warrick said nodding his head. Warrick keys something in and the laptop beeped. "Twenty-three miles, we know he was heading east on the 215."
"I'll get a map," Sara said, moving away from the Ford to get a map.
Catherine walked across the empty building, she stopped to peel a bill, which was stuck to the underside of her covered feet. She gave it to the officer as she passed by on her way to the inner room. "Somebody bag this money, please? Don't get any funny ideas, either." She walked into the inner room and sighed. "What I had to do to get this money and for what."
She walked over to David Phillips, who was examining the lump of flesh on the floor, Catherine knelt down. "There's no ID on him."
Catherine stood up and carefully walked through the bills on the floor. She looked around the floor and found something. She picked it up. "I got a thumb."
Nick walked up to Archie Johnson, who was sitting at the computer. "How's he doing?" Nick sat down next to Archie, watching the monitor.
"Hard to say, about the same, I guess," Archie said.
"I'm going to get some coffee," Archie said, as he stood up and left the lab. Nick put his cup down and watched the monitor.
Nick watched Greg's face, which had sweat all over his face from the heat. Greg turned and looked longingly at the vent. After a moment the screen went off. Nick clicked the "WATCH" button on the monitor, and Greg came back on screen. Nick watched as Greg mouthed something to the light.
Nick sat in front of the computer monitor, he picked up his cup and drunk. He reached for the mouse and clicked the screen back on. Nick watched as Greg said 'No' to the light in front of him. Nick watched as Greg looked down at the light near his feet, he looked at the light, then back to the vent. He watched as Greg reached into his back jeans pocket and takes out a pack of gum. He unwrapped the gum and pops it into his mouth, and started chewing. Nick watched Greg chew his gun. Greg put some of the gum in his right ear and some more in his left.
"What are you doing, Greggy?" Nick asked. On the monitor, Nick watched as Greg took out the gun and cocked it. Nick gots to his feet, his eyes glued to the monitor. "What are you doing, Greggy?" He asked again, alarmed. On the monitor, Nick saw Greg rest the gun on his chest, the muzzle pointed near his own head. Greg turned to the side. "Don't do it, Greggy!"
Greg looked down at the light, the tip of his gun muzzle near his chin. Nick, alarmed, stood up. Greg took a breath and aimed the gun down at the light beneath his feet. He fired.
Nick jumped back as the monitor went completely black, and started yelling at the screen, "You son of a bitch!"
A green light fills the screen and Greg's face comes back into view. Nick saw Greg moving inside the box and laughed with relief. "You're still alive. You're still alive, honey."
Nick opened his locker and looked inside. For a moment, he appeared as if he's looking for a change of clothes. But suddenly, he stopped. He appeared lost and deeply contemplative as something has just occurred to him. He slammed the locker door shut and sat down abruptly on the bench behind him. He looked at the locker next to his, he stood up, walked over to it, pulled out a key and opened the locker. Inside the locker there were two bags of Greg's favorite coffee, he pulled one of them out, got a small bag and poured some of the coffee into the bag, then placed it back into Greg's locker and slammed the door.