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Chapter thirteen
You fool them, but you can't fool me.
Walking into the office, Charlie watched Lloyd with Ray and Shea bring in the content of Derrick Florey's bedroom, "Julianne, you'll be on computer, Elizabeth." He stopped speaking, his eyes narrowed on the younger girl.
Elizabeth jumped to her feet, she stood on one foot, touched her left hand to her nose, holding her right hand out then switch, "z, y, x, w, v, u, t, s, r, q, p, o, n, m, l, k, j, I, h, g, f, e, d, c, b and A!" Placing her foot down, quickly saluting Charlie, "Have I proven I am sober?"
"How do you do that?" Shea placed a box down on the desk, for a second looking her over, turning to look at Charlie.
On the other hand, Charlie didn't seem amused; "You can work with Lloyd on going though his personals." Charlie nodded, "Ray, we're going to need to know, where did you find Florey?"
Elizabeth slowly sunk down into her desk chair, her face fell, her eyes looked up to Charlie, "Do I have to?" her voice small, slowly turning her attention to Lloyd taking books out of a box.
Charlie raised an eyebrow, "You want to be on this team, you take instructions or leave!" his attention back to Ray, "So, we need to start going around, finding someone who might know where we can find him."
"Don't worry," Lloyd smiled to Elizabeth, "Derrick's proving to be a text book case of displaced reality."
"Shhh," Elizabeth cut Lloyd off before he could finished, "I don't give a crap about his displaced reality, He kidnapped, drugged, toyed and raped eight girls," Her eyes shifted.
Lloyd looked confused, "It was seven," He kept focused.
"What?" Elizabeth turning on her chair to see Lloyd's expression, his focus on her, the fact she knew she must have said something wrong.
Lloyd knew something was wrong, "Seven girls, one survived, six were murdered." He now got to his feet, "Was he keeping all the bodies at a location?"
Elizabeth's got to her feet, "I need to get some water," leaving the room, she didn't want to listen to the details of this case, she was going to try her hardest to keep a level head, but it was hard to do that.
Walking into the break room, she took her cell phone out, dialling a number she kept calm listening to the ringing.
"Hello Graham D Fitzgerald, ready and waiting!" A smooth tone answered.
Elizabeth laughed for a second, "Graham, you know how annoying that is?" she rolled her eyes.
"Baby, you know you love it." Graham replied, he could tell in her tone that she was on edge, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," there was a long silence in the conversation, if she could see her friend; she'd know he'd be making a face at her answer. "Okay, I'm far from fine, I am running low. I was wondering if you could ask your, Doctor if he can write another prescription?"
"Damn Lizzie, the last one was meant to last you a month, you're not getting…"
"No I'm not getting addicted, something has come up" Elizabeth was chewing the inside of her cheek. "I just need to be calm, so can you get me it or not?" Elizabeth held onto the counter, her hand resting in her hair while she tied to keep a level head.
Graham was quiet, Elizabeth could hear the music of his paused video games, her hands starting to sweat as she brushed her palms against her jeans, her cell phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, the music seemed to get louder and louder the longer she waited. "Liz!" His voice snapped her out of her trance, "Is there a place I can meet you, I can get the drugs, bring them to you?"
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks, you're a life saver." Elizabeth swallowed a dry lump in her throat, "I really mean it, I'm not addicted, I just need them, just to clear my head."
"I know, I know, all you medical kids need something to take the edge off, but Liz, you're smarter than this."
Elizabeth laughed, "Trust me, I'm not, but thanks, I'll text you the meeting point, you give me a time." Hanging up the phone Elizabeth jumped turning to see Lloyd. "Jesus, lurk much?"
Lloyd kept a serious face, "I need your help working through some things," He ignored the fact of over hearing a conversation. Lloyd knew a lot of things, mainly from the mistakes he'd made, but mostly when he looked into Elizabeth's eyes, seeing that she was hiding something, but something he didn't want to pull out of her. "So," he pointed to the door.
"Yeah," Elizabeth placed her phone into her pocket now, "I'll just need to get some air first." Her eyes going right to Julianne sitting with another laptop open, "You don't mind me stepping out for a bit?"
Julianne glanced from Lloyd to her sister, "Erm, no," her face looking confused, but it seemed her attention to Lloyd who appeared to be in deep thought as he sat at a desk going through a box of things.
"I don't even know the point of this man!" Shea sounded frustrated, they had looked from Comic store, to places were people who we're meant to be friends with Derrick Florey were meant to be, but the more they looked the less they found.
Erica kept watching Ray and Charlie from the back seat of the car, Shea was riding shotgun, but it seemed they had very little to do in this case. "You know, for five minutes, if you didn't complain about something, well." She stopped while looking across the street; "No way…" she opened the door quickly jumping out of the car.
"Erica!" Shea called after her, he kept looking to Charlie and Ray in the comic book store, "Damn you!" he slipped out of the car to rush after her.
No many people gave Erica credit for her abilities, but sick of people just saying she was the runner, yes she ran fast, but she knew when she found something, she caught it. She always remembered the mug shots; she couldn't really forget a face. "Hey," shouted as well as she could for someone running. "Hey!" again, but the burning of her lungs was making it harder. This was the first time someone outrunning her.
Derrick quickly jumped the fence, he pointed a gun to her, "Look, I don't want to shot you." He kept still on his side of the fence; he could see the man running behind the woman. "I'll shot you both!" he pointed the gun.
"What the…" Shea froze holding his hands up, he could see Derrick on the other side of the fence, "You," he looked serious. "We're going to get you." His tone was mocking.
"I'm the one with a weapon," Derrick glanced left and right, "I just want her back, it's all I want." His voice shaky, "You can't keep me from her." He kept watching Erica edging towards the fence.
Shea went to move, but the loud bang rang out, Erica's body went rigid for a few seconds. "Erica!" Shea shouted, he caught her, he watched as Derrick used the time to rush away. "Erica," Shea was panicked, but couldn't see any blood, his eyes looking for an entrance wound.
"Son of a bitch shot me with a Tranquilliser gun," Her voice fading, in her hand was the dart, she felt like she was floating, everything blurring as she felt the effects of the dart working over her.
Ray could only see Shea's back, holding Erica's body close to him, but she appeared still. "Daniels, what's happened?" quickly running the last few steps, but relaxed to see Erica's chest rising and falling in an even pattern.
"Derrick was here," Shea brushing Erica's hair from her face, something weird about how peaceful she looked, but then she was going to be out for a while.
Ray wasn't listening to Shea, he got to his knees holding his hand out to Erica's face, his hand embraced her cheek for a few seconds, "you, you are so stubborn," he growled, he knew she was going to be fine, but the thought of her really being shot. It sent a feeling through him, a feeling he never wanted to feel for Erica. "Where did he go?"
Shea shrugged, "He's completely crazy," his tone annoyed, it was only a tranquilliser gun, but it was still a weapon. "Kept going on about, us keeping him away from her, he just wants her." He now looked back to Erica. "I can only assume a 'she' is a victim that got away from him."
Ray got to his feet seeing Charlie, "Derrick's still on the loose, he's also got a tranquilliser gun." Exhaling looking at the wired fence, back to Shea. Ray moved closer to Erica picking her up, getting to his feet with her in his arms. "So far, he's lost the plot."
Elizabeth kept looking around the street, people were walking passed her. Sitting on the bench, her hands in her lap over her bag, few people would glanced to her face. It wasn't hard to see the urgency in her eyes, the fact she hated waiting on Graham. Picking her phone out of her bag, she paused putting in back. "Took your time." Getting up he hugged her lightly.
"You're welcome," He sarcastically replied, "Why you go through so many?" he asked looking her over, "You're not selling these?" he appear serious, "If this comes back to me, my dad will kill me."
Elizabeth backed away, "Do I look like a dealer?" her hand held out, "I told you, I don't abuse them, I don't deal." Her eyes focused, but Graham could see the panic as she kept looking around herself. "Plus, you're the one who steal your father's prescription pad." Her tone was mocking.
"And if he found out I did this, he'll lose his licence and I'll lose my face." He pointed over his dark brown eyes, his dark skin framed by his tight curly hair, "This is what gets the ladies."
Elizabeth laughed, "Okay pimp man," her hand still stretched out, he placed the prescription in her hand, followed by a brown bottle of pills, "Thank you."
"I don't want to hear you needing more, for a least another two months," he pointed. "I mean it, these are seriously bad if you get addicted."
"I know," Elizabeth slipped them into her bag, quickly kissing his cheek. "You've been a good friend to me Graham."
"Are you even going to tell your family?" Graham's lighthearted tone had faded; it was replaced with a worried glance.
Elizabeth froze, she placed her hands into her pockets, the light breeze blew her hair back from her face. "No, it'll crush everyone, it's best it just stays a secret." Turning around to walk away.
"The medication can only push it away for so long," Graham called, "Lizzie, you can't handle this alone…"
Elizabeth didn't reply to him, her bag's strap over her shoulder, he hands deep into her pockets feeling herself ignoring her friend. She didn't love the things she kept to herself, but she wasn't ready to inflict onto the people she loved, no Julianne had come too far for this problem to crush her.
Julianne glanced over Erica on the small sofa, her eyes still close. Feeling slightly worried Julianne walked back into the main office where everyone was talking over the events that happened. "Should we take her to a hospital?" Julianne's worried tone went ignored, she added exasperated "Hello! She was shot!" annoyed with the lack of caring.
"If we take her to the hospital, they are just going to tell us, there is nothing they can do." Charlie answered, "She'll come to, be a little sick, but she'll live."
"Oh," Julianne went back to the comfort of her desk, placing her coffee cup down, her eyes looking over the laptop of Derrick, "This guy was good with his computer," ignoring the tense atmosphere. "I am working on getting past the locks, but I'll have to call the tech guys." Her voice dropped, an evening on the phone with a techno marshal was enough to make her want to pull her own hair out.
"I've been through the notebook in his cell," Lloyd got up, "He's very cryptic, but I am pretty sure he's talking about a girl," He pointed to Shea, "you said he mentioned a her, 'you can't keep me from her,' right?"
"Yes it's what he said," Shea glanced from the chair he was sitting on, his feet kicked up on the desk glancing over Elizabeth's screen saver. "He was a complete mess."
Lloyd snapped his fingers, "See, right there," He got excited, "He doesn't see his actions as wrong, these girls, he took them, only under the impression that they want him too," he stepped close to photos of the victims. "With each victim, he loses control, he loses the fantasy." He waved his hands dramatic, "In which he can't handle the rejection, he rather them be dead than not want him."
"Would you know who he'd be looking for?" Ray felt tense, not only worrying about Erica; he couldn't understand how this guy even got out. "Lloyd do you think he'll be referring to the last Victim?" He asked keeping still; he was resting against Julianne's desk. His eyes kept drifting to the break room where Erica was still passed out.
"Harriet Malcolm," Lloyd glanced over her photo, "I would assume, she got away from him, he feels like we are the ones keeping them apart." He nodded, "He'll be heading there."
Charlie clapped, "Right, we'll take a trip to her house," He exhaled, "Also we'll need to get some form of protection around her." Charlie picking his jacket up, the rest of the team following, Lloyd putting his jacket on, but Charlie held his hand out. "I need you here to keep working them books."
Lloyd slipped back out of his jacket feeling like he was being confined to the office, "I'll be on that boss," He playfully saluting watching everyone leaving. "I am hating this more and more." He muttered while glancing over the boxes of things he had to work through, plus Elizabeth still not back from her walk.
Julianne watched Lloyd reaching into boxes, her eyes glancing over the screen, the phone. Getting to her feet, carefully she ventured her way across the room to stand beside Lloyd. "I can order you something nice to eat," her eyes searching over his face, her smile soft.
Lloyd picking up a yearbook, his eyes catching the sight of Julianne, "Food," his tone light, his attention more on the yearbook. He opened it up quickly closing it, "I think we've found his snapping point." He now placed it back down on the table.
"What's wrong?" Julianne stepped closer to the table where Lloyd placed the yearbook. "I went to that high school."
"Your high school?" Lloyd turn his head to give Julianne his full attention, quickly picking the yearbook up again, he peered over the cover, the blue with the high school name written in silver, the photo on the front was a giant elephant.
Julianne peaking over Lloyd' shoulder to get a better view, "I've seen that yearbook before." Her eyes were studying the details.
"You told me you went to this high school, so it isn't a big surprise." Turning to face her again.
Julianne's hair bobbed from side to side as she shook her head in disagreement, "No, year of two thousand and seven," her finger reached out tapping the bold black shimmering font, "this is Elizabeth's year book."
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