Blind I
Dictator of the Lab
Again I was at my desk. I was reading old case files from the Diaspirate cases. There were a total of 116 different cases. Only five of them followed the initial 'rule' the killer set up: designer clothing and jewelry. 25 followed the 'behind-department-stores' rule. All of them had the post-death duct tape removal scenario. There were, counting all the department stores as one, 37 different dump places. Those included: Parade floats (3 cases), Amusement parks (10 cases), reality show set, 3 pools in the same neighborhood, and, most recently, vehical showrooms. After noting these occurrences, I printed out my new notes, and replaced the old ones in their box. I was re-reading my notes when someone shouted, just to my left.
"I got a hit on his passport! Toolman went to Canada, stayed there for twelve hours, and then returned. I wonder what he was doing there…" I sighed at one of the Agents words. I removed my glasses and ran my fingers through my hair.
"I doubt it was Toolman, guys," I said to no one in particular, "If you look at his other records, he goes to Canada often, just for a few hours. He was in Canada five days ago." They all sounded defeated. I turned back to my notes and remembered my first case…
"Who the heck are you?"
"Detective Corbin LaVey. You are?"
"Stauer." I heard the distinct sound of a badge flipping open. I reached for it, running my hands over the cool metal badge.
"What the heck are you doing?"
"Looking at the badge."
"Well, can you look with your EYES not your HANDS?"
"Ahh, no one told you? I thought I was making it obvious."
"What are you talking about?"
"This is going to be a long case."
"Time magazine: 'Marvels of Modern Forensics: Detective LaVey':
Excerpt from LaVey's autobiography "Blind I"
"…at the age of five my parents had to send me to school. The optometrist recommended I go to a 'special school'. Then, I didn't know what was wrong, or that anything was wrong. I just knew that I was not ordinary.
At this 'special school' I learned my ABC's, apparently like any other kid, and how to add and read. I thought language came in two parts. What you say and the little dots on the papers. I went there until third grade. After that, my parents opted to send me to a regular school that I could get proper friends at. When I got into class, the teacher helped me to my desk, and showed me where I could put my cane so I could get to it later. When Class started, she introduced me to the class. "Class, this is Cori. She is obviously new to our class. You may have noticed she is a little special. She is blind. That means she can not see. What was that sense called class? ("Sight") Remember Susan's Grandfather came in last week, and he had his dog? That was his seeing-eye dog." I raised my hand.
"Miss Belic? What is sight?""