Oh my God! I am so sorry to leave you hanging like this again! Although, judging from the lack of reviews on the last chapter, I'm not getting a lot of attention to this story! Still, for the one person that did review, I will continue…sorry that I haven't been writing as regularly as I hoped to! Year 11 is killing me…my friends have all got problems and I've once again become the walking therapy room…I have a guy who keeps messaging me and not telling me how he got my number (a bit scary) and to top it all of, my birthday's been and gone and neither Eric Szmanda or George Eads showed up on my front doorstep! Lol! But seriously, I think, so I don't disappoint anyone, I am officially making this WIP and therefore I can be as irregular as I need to be while posting chapters!
Again, sorry and…on with the show!
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The Worst
Chapter 10
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"Mr. Davis," Brass started as he clicked down the button of the tape recorder, "What are you doing in Vegas? I mean, San Fran to here is a long way to drive when you've gotta work on Monday."
"I'm on holidays."
"Without your girlfriend? Bit strange, coming to a city where spontaneous weddings are a common thing without the love of your life."
"We're having a break…is that a crime?"
"No, but the reason could be. Right Mr. Davis? You may have friends in the San Francisco and New York police department, but here, we're not your friend and we are the P.D. Two covered up assault claims, keep your DNA off file so you can do as you please in different cities? Huh? Not gonna work on me, right Nick?"
"Man, you better be honest with this guy," he gave Brass a look, "He once caused a guy to pee in his pants. Scary stuff," he added in a stage whisper.
Peter looked a little fazed at the thought of being publicly humiliated in a room full of strangers. He threw up his hands in an unmistakable sign of surrender. "OK, me and my girlfriend broke up, I'm out here to find a new girl. I got off on those charges coz they were downgraded enough so that I didn't have to give DNA. Anyway, you would have fought back if your girl was threatening your manhood, no matter how much self control you think you have."
"So, Mr. Davis, would you be willing to give us a DNA sample now?"
"You have no warrant, no basis, I don't need to. Anything else?"
"Yeah. Don't leave town."
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"See what you can get off this Archie," Nick asked, passing the interview tape to him, "Compare it to this one," he added, handing him Sara's answering machine tape also.
Archie put the two tapes in their appropriate slots, "You sound tired."
"Haven't slept since I got the call."
"Me either," he sighed, pressing a couple of buttons, two wavelengths appeared on the screen, "Sara was always nice to me, I feel like I need to be doing this."
"Yeah. Uh…Archie, can we just listen to them separately first."
"Sure." Archie hit play on the first wavelength; let it play through a bit then hit play on the second.
"Well, they definitely sound similar," Nick said, starting to get excited.
"Yeah, but similar enough?" he let them play simultaneously and hit compare. After the tapes played through the computer took a moment to think before spitting out the result…
51.
"What?" Nick yelled, rubbing a hand over his forehead.
"He must have distorted his voice on Sara's answering machine message. But why? He didn't know he was going to end up America's most wanted. Did he?"
"Pre-meditated."
"But how did he know Sara?"
Nick suddenly got a look of understanding on his face. He turned in a hurry to get out of the room, on his way mumbling, "Bob Murray."
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"Bob! Get out here now or we'll break down the door."
"Mr. Murray?"
Nick and Warrick pounded against the door of the house which formerly held Bob Murray. When their shouting wasn't answered, one of the officers with them kicked down the door.
Nick stepped through first, noticing that there was no sign of life in the house, the plants were dead, everything was unplugged and the smell of rotting food was emanating from the fridge.
"Dammit! He skipped town."
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OK, I hope that that can keep you satisfied for a little bit…I hope to have the next chapter up in a week…but don't hold me to it!
Reviews are welcome and if I get less than last time, I don't know if I'll keep writing this story! It's up to you…
Em
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