"Alright," Jack takes charge," Sam, take someone with you to the house and check it out. The rest of us will stay here and see if we get any hits on possible suspects.
"I think I can handle it on my own, Jack," Sam states.
Everyone looked a little disappointed, each of them would have jumped at the chance to see the house Sam had been describing all morning.
"Alright, suit yourself," Jack said a little unwillingly.
They watched as Sam walked out of the bullpen and headed toward the elevator.
Sam had just pulled onto the street when her cell phone made a beeping noise. She picked it up and immediately pulled over when she saw what it was. It was a text message from Sophie, but it didn't make any sense. All it said was Am p. She called Jack's cell.
"Malone," Jack answered.
"Jack, it's Sam, Sophie just sent me a text message…"
"Hang on Sam, okay, now you're on speaker."
"Okay, Sophie just sent me a text message, but it doesn't make any sense. All it says is Capital A, lowercase m, space, lowercase p."
"Hold on," interrupted Martin, "Let's say she had only a little time to send the message before getting caught. When you write a new text, the phone automatically defaults to letters, not numbers. Let's suppose she was trying to indicate a street," Martin picked up his phone, "If she typed in A, she really meant 2, then she typed m, but she meant 6, then a space p, that gives you 26 7."
"26 & 7th! Martin you are a genius, either that, or you spend way too much time texting people."
"Thanks, Sam," Martin felt himself blush.
"Okay, Danny and Martin, you go check out that intersection, Sam you keep going to the house," Jack ordered.
Danny and Martin headed out and Sam kept driving. In the middle of the day with hardly any traffic problems, she made it there in about 45 minutes.
Danny and Martin pulled into a small alleyway off 26 and 7th about 30 minutes later. It wasn't in the best part of the city, but it certainly wasn't the worst. They got out of the car and began looking around.
"Hey Martin, take a look at this," Danny said worriedly.
Martin walked over to where Danny was leaning over an object on the ground.
"I'm almost scared to ask Sam what kind of cell phone Sophie carries," Martin spoke softly.
"Me too, Martin, me too."
Martin headed back to the car and Danny solemnly picked up the crushed pieces of a light pink Motorola Razor.
To be continued…Authors Note: Next up is Sam's POV, I bet you all can't wait!