Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 17:42:29 -0500
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 12 of Obsession

Bill had gotten tired of staking out the house. He couldn't
see or hear anything. They looked like they were properly
scared and were staying inside the house. Well, Bill knew he
could make better use of his time. He would just be patient.
They had to come out sometime.

He had decided to become a Private Investigator when they
had forced him out of the Rangers. Just thinking about it
still made him mad.

He had been part of a secret mission in Columbia. They were
supposed to find a cocaine lab, destroy it along with all
drug making equipment inside, and arrest everyone involved.

They had been dropped near where the lab was supposed to be
and spent several days locating it. They spent an extra day
watching the people's actions. They logged when everyone
came and went and made a plan. There were eight in Bill's
group, but the Lab was heavily guarded and there were always
lots more than eight guards surrounding the lab or inside
it.

They knew when everyone inside ate dinner. They had sent one
man down to a point where he could watch through a window.
They decided to go in when most of them were all in one
room.

There were only two doors, so half were to take one door and
half the other. There were also several guards outside that
had to be neutralized first.

Bill had been chosen to take out two guards on the right
hand side. He had volunteered for it eagerly. He was
supposed to knock them out and tie them up, but had slit
their throats instead. He had enjoyed watching them die in
agony.

Bill was one of the first ones in. One guard inside the
eating area spotted him and reached for his weapon. Bill had
his M-16 on fully automatic and had turned it on everyone in
the eating area. Every one of the sixteen workers or guards
in the room had either been killed or badly wounded.

Bill had been enraged when he was brought before a Board of
Inquiry about his actions.

He had exploded when questioned about his killing of the two
guards. He had tried to get at the soldier who was acting as
prosecuting attorney and had to be led from the inquiry room
by four MP's.

Bill had undergone psychological questioning had had been
found unfit to serve his country. He had decided that he
really didn't care. He wanted to kill civilians anyway.

Father Dan had been first. Bill had stolen one of his
practice rifles a long time ago and had hidden it in a water
tight package where only he could find it. It was a long
drive back to where he had gone through basic training, but
it was still right where Bill had left it. And it still
looked brand new.

Finding Father Dan turned out to be easy too. He had changed
churches, but it was on the way from where Bill had gone
through basic training to where he had grown up. So, he had
found a spot where he couldn't be noticed and patiently
waited until he saw Father Dan by himself. It was almost too
easy to shoot him once in the head, hurry back to his car,
wipe down the rifle, and throw it in a nearby river on the
way back to the highway.

Bill was smiling at the thought as he drove up to the
exclusive shop. He had hated being a Private Investigator.
He liked being on the other side of the law much more. But
his license did come in handy now and then. He knew just
what he wanted. It was going to be expensive, but he really
couldn't have cared less.

There had been lots of improvement in listening devices in
the last few years. He had read about this one in a magazine
he subscribed to. When you pointed it at a house from up to
two blocks away, you could hear everything said inside it.
The device was supposed to be available only to the FBI,
CIA, and the Police. Bill knew he was going to have to pay
the owner several hundred dollars under the table to be able
to buy one, but with his Private Investigator's license,
lots of cash, and an already prepared story of a husband
cheating on his wife, Bill was sure he would get what he was
after.

And, he wasn't wrong. He was just surprised he couldn't get
the owner to take less than $500 in cash to let him buy it
plus over $3,000 for the device.

Bill also bought a tracking device for cars that used a high
powered magnet to attach itself to any part of a car
surface, plus a hand held tracking device. It cost another
$500. He didn't know if he would need it, but he wanted to
be prepared in any situation.

Money wasn't a priority to Bill. Finding Brian alone was.


                        ****************

"Here you go, sport. Your favorite meal. A double whopper
with cheese, super sized fries and a chocolate shake," Justyn
said, as he sat the food down next to Luke. "I don't know
how you can eat that kind of stuff and still stay as skinny
as you are."

"You come in here on a Saturday night asking for a favor and
immediately start making fun of me?" Luke asked.

Justyn just grinned back at him. "Hey, I did bring food,
didn't I?"

"Yeah, you aren't all bad, I guess," Justyn answered as he
started to get his food out of the bag. "Where's yours?"

"I ate on the way over here. Can I load the pictures into
your computer?" Justyn asked, as got out the floppy disk
containing the pictures and put it in the slot.

"Don't even think about touching my PC. No one does anything
with it, except me," Luke answered.

"Ok, Ok. Geez. I was just trying to help," Justyn answered.
"How long will the search take?"

"It depends on the search criteria and what matching
percentage you want to give it. If you give it 100%
matching, it goes lots slower. If you say 50%, it runs lots
faster, but you have to be here when it returns something
and you have to tell it to keep going or it stops," Luke
answered.

"Try it on 50% to start with. To be safe, I'd say start the
end of February and go back six months," Justyn answered.

"What news papers do you want me to scan?" Luke asked.

"I don't know. Whatever's in Detroit," Justyn answered.

Luke just rolled his eyes. "I should have known I'd have to
do all the work," he said, as he copied the pictures into a
directory he created and then started opening them one by
one. "You into kiddy porn now?" he kidded as the pictures
showed the boy slowly taking off his clothes.

Justyn just grinned back. "Not a chance and you know it. I
have a bad suspicion that this boy might be dead. That's
what we're looking for."

"His obituary?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, or maybe something about an accident," Justyn
answered.

"If his picture wasn't in the paper, my program won't find
anything," Luke answered.

"I know. I'm just trying to be thorough. I know it's a long
shot," Justyn admitted.

Luke just shrugged his shoulders, selected a couple of the
earlier pictures, then accessed them with his new search
software. He went to a city search option and entered
Detroit Michigan. It immediately came back with The Detroit
News, Detroit Free Press, and Oakland News.

"Well, that's not good. They have three papers. That will
increase the search time," Luke said.

"Well, I don't have anything else to do. Start the search
and let's see what happens," Justyn answered.

Luke entered the dates he wanted to cover and started the
search. Then he started eating as they watched a counter
steadily increment the number of pages and number of faces
scanned.

Luke had finished eating and had gotten up to throw away his
trash when the computer beeped loudly. "It's got a hit,"
Luke answered, as he walked back over. It was an obituary
column about a 16 year old boy named Matt English that had
died of a fatal car crash.

"Can you print that out," Justyn asked.

"Sure. Let me drag that part of the paper over here like
this," Luke said, as he demonstrated his technique. "Then I
cut out everything around it, like this. Save it to its
folder, and print."

The page started printing immediately. Justyn got it when it
finished printing and then said, "Can you make it go back a
little further?"

"Sure," Luke answered, as he activated it again. It didn't
find anything else as both watched for several minutes.

"I guess I'll have to read through all the sections of that
paper for a week before when this was printed and see if I
can find anything about the accident," Justyn said.

"Just give me a couple of minutes," Luke answered. He wrote
down the date of the obituary column and then rapidly
changed the search criteria from pictures to words. He typed
in the boy's name, adjusted the dates and hit enter.

In less than ten seconds, it came back with a match. His
tire had blown out on the expressway and he lost control,
crossed the median, and hit a tractor trailer truck head on.
Luke printed out that article and handed it to Justyn.

"This looks like a regular traffic accident to me," Luke
said.

"Yeah, me too. I'm going to make a couple of phone calls
though," Justyn answered.

"Well, good luck," Luke said. "Is it all right if I go home
now, master?"

"You could check and see if any prints were found on the
bottle I have in the Lab before you go," Justyn answered.

"You don't want much, do you?" Luke asked.

"Hey, you might be out of a job if I wasn't always bringing
in evidence for you to work on. Then you'd have to go back
to live with your mother, and I know you don't want that,"
Justyn answered. "Plus, I did give you some new porn shots
to add to your collection."

"Don't do me any favors," Luke said. "Ok, I'll check before
I leave. Are you going to be in your office?" Luke asked.

"I thought I would use your PC here," Justyn joked, as he
sat down in front of the keyboard.

Luke reached around him, hit control alt delete and quickly
locked his PC. "You touch anything on my computer and I'll
never let you in here again," he kidded.

"Ok, I guess I'll be in my office," Justyn laughed, as he
walked out the door and Luke walked towards the Lab.


                        *****************

Justyn looked up the phone number for the Detroit Police
Department and quickly dialed it.

"Police Department."

"This is Detective Justyn Jones from the Atlanta Police
Department. I'm investigating a car wreck that happened
February 12th. A 1994 Nissan Maxima crossed the center line
and was hit head on by a truck. The driver was a Caucasian
male around 16 named Matt English."

"I remember that case. Detective Morris handled it. But he
won't be in until Monday morning."

"Do you have his home phone number?" Justyn asked.

"Is this an emergency?"

"No, Justyn admitted, "but it's really important."

"It had better be, Detective Jones. Detective Morris doesn't
like calls at home," the dispatcher said. But he did give
Justyn the phone number.


                         ****************

"Hello?"

"Detective Morris, this is Detective Jones from the Atlanta
Police Department. Your office told me you investigated a
car crash involving a young man named Matt English in
February," Justyn said.

"I did. What about it?" Detective Morris answered.

"Was there anything unusual about it?" Justyn asked.

"You mean other than the fact he got both rear tires shot
out while he was driving at a high rate of speed?" Detective
Morris answered.

"What?" Justyn asked.

"You have a hearing problem, Detective?" Detective Morris
asked.

"Look, I'm sorry to be calling you at home, but I have a man
threatening a 16 year old boy here in Atlanta. I think he
might have also killed a boy in North Carolina. And I think
I can link him to Matt English. Now, do you want to help me
over the phone or do I need to have my Chief of Police call
yours Monday morning?" Justyn asked loudly.

"That won't be necessary, Detective Jones, but there isn't
much else to tell you. I think it was gang related.
Witnesses saw the vehicle, but the tags it had on it at the
time turned out to be stolen. It had dark tinted glass, so
they couldn't even see how many were in the car," Detective
Morris answered.

"Was the case ever solved?" Justyn asked.

"No, it wasn't," Detective Morris answered.

"Do you remember what kind of vehicle it was?" Justyn asked.

"Sure. A dark green Jeep Larado," Detective Morris answered.

Justyn's heart beat nearly doubled. He knew instantly that
it was Bill.

When he didn't say anything for a long time, Detective
Morris finally said, "Are you still there?"

"Yes. I think these cases are related, Detective Morris. Can
you have someone fax your report to my office?" Justyn
asked.

"Sure. Call me with the number Monday morning," Detective
Morris said and hung up. Justyn almost called him back in
anger, but thought better of it. He was still staring into
space, thinking about what Detective Morris had told him,
when Luke walked into his office.

"Is that how you get your work done? You just stare at the
walls and wait until I do it for you?" Luke asked.

Justyn just grinned at him and asked, "You find anything?"

"You owe me big time for this. No more hamburgers. I want a
two pound lobster," Luke answered.

"What did you find?" Justyn asked, interested now.

"Well, the plastic bottle was a mixture of sugar and water,
just like you thought. It had a very high concentration of
sugar in it. But that isn't the best part," Luke answered.

"What?" Justyn asked. He was about to jump out of his chair
and choke Luke if he didn't tell him.

"We got prints off the bottle. We have a positive
identification. Ex-military. Medical Discharge. His name is
Bill Adams. 46 years old. He lives in Charlotte, North
Carolina," Luke answered.

"WHAT?" Justyn yelled.

                      To Be Continued

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