As Lindsay comes up the stairs, she is met by Don Flack. In his hand is a cellphone in plastic bag.
"This looks interesting" Flack said as he walked alongside Lindsay.
"Got all the messages in her cell, in the inbox folder and in the sent items folder. In the sent items folder, the last message she sent read 'You're gonna kill out there'".
Lindsay stopped in her tracks, obviously shocked.
"There's more" Flack said. Just then, Danny Messer comes up the hallway and heads for the break room.
"She sent that message at 10:15pm last night to a GROB" Flack said. "An hour later, she gets a message from the same guy. G-R-O-B."
"What was the message?" Lindsay asked, Flack and herself both by the break room door.
"I died tonight" Flack read.
"She sent out somebody to kill someone, and this person felt bad after he did it? So he felt like he 'died' inside?" Lindsay said.
"What you guys got there?" Danny finally asked.
"Headless woman's cellphone." Flack said as he sat beside Danny. Lindsay stood before them, her arms crossed. "She texts someone 'You're gonna kill out there" and she gets a message 'I died tonight'".
"Stand up" Danny said. Flack looks at him, perplexed. Then stands up.
Danny laughed. "No, genius. It's stand-up lingo. Stand-up comedy. When a comedian 'kills', it means he had a great night, the audience laughed at his jokes. When a comedian
'dies', it means he had a bad night, nobody laughed at him" Danny grabbed Flack's notebook. "The message was from G-Rob".
"You know this guy?" Lindsay asked.
"G-Rob is Gary Roberts, great comedian. Headliner at the Laugh Track. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. He's been on Letterman three times" Danny said.
"How would you know that?" Flack asked.
Danny cleared his throat and looked at Lindsay. "Um, welll…." he looked away from Lindsay's probing eyes "I had a girlfriend who works there."
Flack looked at Lindsay. She just nods her head.
"I'm pretty tight with G-Rob, I can hook you up" Danny said.
"Right. That's all you're going there for" Lindsay said as she turned to leave.
Danny looked at Flack who was trying so hard not to laugh.
"You are so whipped." Flack said.