position to carry out your wildest dreams; you will be talked about for years to come. Interested?”
He was in heaven; he had to restrain his emotions so as not to blurt out his answer as he readily agreed to all of the conditions. One of the big ones it turned out was to stay out of bars until the projects were over; after all, that is how she found him in the first place.
“Never talk if you can do ,” she had finished with finality before hanging up the phone.
Well he could definitely do , he had proven that. And it was only the beginning.
Chapter 9
February 18, 1997
The next morning had dawned for the sheriff with more information, but little more. A recovered slug revealed that the caliber had been a .357. No other clues were garnered from the bodies save that they hadn’t suffered much.
The victims had been the veritable ‘perfect’ couple: high school sweethearts, college educated, good jobs. They had actually been traveling home from volunteering at a hurricane Fran cleanup project.
Reading this information from a report now laying in front of him, Sheriff McHenry could only utter a sad “damn shame.”
It had also been determined that a call had definitely been made from the couple’s cellular phone at about the time of the murders. The recipient of the call was also a cell but was so far untraceable. It was not certain if the couple or the perp had made the call, but it was a local number. If it was the murderer that made the call, it could indicate that there was more than one person involved in the plan. The Sheriff wasn’t quite ready to speculate on that thought as yet though.
Physical evidence now seemed played out; everything had been gone over at least three times with no additional results. The soil sample was also being held up at the state lab; it could take up to three weeks to get the data back on that.
The sheriff sat back and pondered his next move, knowing another angle of attack was needed. Sitting up suddenly, the others around the conference table leaned back in surprise. Without preamble, McHenry started issuing orders right and left.
“Jason,” he said speaking to his Chief Deputy, “get someone in touch with the police department involved in the car theft, see if there were any witnesses or clues left at the scene. Check to see if they canvassed the area for any security cameras that might have been recording the crime by accident, if not ask them damn nicely if they could check on that.”
Jason nodded and got up, leaving the room in a hurry to assign people to the tasks.
“And tell Jane I need another cup of coffee,” the sheriff added as an afterthought, pushing the cup of cold coffee away with a disgusted look on his face.
The sheriff rubbed his eyes before glancing over at the two deputies left at the table, appearing to size them up for their tasks.
He had hand picked these men for this duty months ago, both good men, both picked for completely different reasons.
Tucker Vance was a tireless worker, and was wise to the ways of the street. His other choice was Larry London; a very smart man that interacted well with others. One of his main jobs would be interacting with the other departments. He would be the sheriff’s liaison officer, keeping the sheriff in the loop as the case progressed.
“The prosecutor, in all his eminent wisdom,” the sheriff started, “Has deemed it a wise move to activate the Major Crimes Taskforce for this case.”
“I don’t agree with him. I think it shows a general lack of confidence in our department”
The sheriff sighed in resignation. “Be that as it may, I have already chosen the two of you to be our representatives, even though I had thought at the time it was mostly a publicity stunt. You know, photo ops and such.”
“As you know there are two officers from Allenville, as well as the two investigators from the prosecutor’s office. Your new unit will take the lead in the investigation, and report directly
He was in heaven; he had to restrain his emotions so as not to blurt out his answer as he readily agreed to all of the conditions. One of the big ones it turned out was to stay out of bars until the projects were over; after all, that is how she found him in the first place.
“Never talk if you can do ,” she had finished with finality before hanging up the phone.
Well he could definitely do , he had proven that. And it was only the beginning.
Chapter 9
February 18, 1997
The next morning had dawned for the sheriff with more information, but little more. A recovered slug revealed that the caliber had been a .357. No other clues were garnered from the bodies save that they hadn’t suffered much.
The victims had been the veritable ‘perfect’ couple: high school sweethearts, college educated, good jobs. They had actually been traveling home from volunteering at a hurricane Fran cleanup project.
Reading this information from a report now laying in front of him, Sheriff McHenry could only utter a sad “damn shame.”
It had also been determined that a call had definitely been made from the couple’s cellular phone at about the time of the murders. The recipient of the call was also a cell but was so far untraceable. It was not certain if the couple or the perp had made the call, but it was a local number. If it was the murderer that made the call, it could indicate that there was more than one person involved in the plan. The Sheriff wasn’t quite ready to speculate on that thought as yet though.
Physical evidence now seemed played out; everything had been gone over at least three times with no additional results. The soil sample was also being held up at the state lab; it could take up to three weeks to get the data back on that.
The sheriff sat back and pondered his next move, knowing another angle of attack was needed. Sitting up suddenly, the others around the conference table leaned back in surprise. Without preamble, McHenry started issuing orders right and left.
“Jason,” he said speaking to his Chief Deputy, “get someone in touch with the police department involved in the car theft, see if there were any witnesses or clues left at the scene. Check to see if they canvassed the area for any security cameras that might have been recording the crime by accident, if not ask them damn nicely if they could check on that.”
Jason nodded and got up, leaving the room in a hurry to assign people to the tasks.
“And tell Jane I need another cup of coffee,” the sheriff added as an afterthought, pushing the cup of cold coffee away with a disgusted look on his face.
The sheriff rubbed his eyes before glancing over at the two deputies left at the table, appearing to size them up for their tasks.
He had hand picked these men for this duty months ago, both good men, both picked for completely different reasons.
Tucker Vance was a tireless worker, and was wise to the ways of the street. His other choice was Larry London; a very smart man that interacted well with others. One of his main jobs would be interacting with the other departments. He would be the sheriff’s liaison officer, keeping the sheriff in the loop as the case progressed.
“The prosecutor, in all his eminent wisdom,” the sheriff started, “Has deemed it a wise move to activate the Major Crimes Taskforce for this case.”
“I don’t agree with him. I think it shows a general lack of confidence in our department”
The sheriff sighed in resignation. “Be that as it may, I have already chosen the two of you to be our representatives, even though I had thought at the time it was mostly a publicity stunt. You know, photo ops and such.”
“As you know there are two officers from Allenville, as well as the two investigators from the prosecutor’s office. Your new unit will take the lead in the investigation, and report directly
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