Danger, Love, and F.B.I

Chapter Three - Tragic News

Ashley Brooks.

"How are we suppose to find someone if we don't even know her name?" I asked a bit confused to what was going on.

"In the back of the picture, it's reads; 'Mark Bennett and Clare Parker forever' I'm guessing that's his girlfriend's name." smirked Morgan.

I wasn't sure how we'll be able to find this girl without knowing anything about her, but then an idea popped into my head. The Behavioral Analysis Unit had a genius tech-geek on our side and I'm sure she'd be happy to help with our little problem here.

I quickly got my phone out and dialed Garcia, "This is Garcia, speak and you shall be heard." She answered.

"Garcia, it's Ashley, I need you to find me the address of a Clare Parker." I spoke into the phone.

There was a few moments of silence with tapping that could be heard on the other end of the phone. A few seconds passed by before she finally spoke, "Alright, Clare Parker: straight A student, beautiful young girl, I'm pretty jealous myself-"

"Garcia don't make me turn this vehicle around-"

Morgan was cut off by her speaking again, "Chocolate Thunder, your eyes better be on the rode." She scolded, "Clare Parker's address is 1000 Madison Street."

"Thanks so much!"

"You're the best baby." Morgan smiled.

"You know it." She said before hanging up.

We drove down a few streets until we finally reached our destination. That was when I saw something unusual. I knew I recognized this street!

"Parker? What are you doing here?" I asked my old boss.

"I could ask you the same question." He chuckled getting some bags from his car.

"We're looking for a Clare Parker." said Morgan looking around the neighborhood.

I could tell he was only being cautions. I know he doesn't suspect this girl to be our killer, but I guess he's still trying to be careful.

Parker cocked a brow, "What's this about?" He asked worriedly.

I wasn't sure why he looked so worried. It's not like we were asking for him or anyone he knows, well he might know her seeing as they live in the same neighborhood. I guess he has a right to be a little worried.

"We just want to ask her some questions, that's all." Derek said calmly.

"What? Is there anything wrong with her? Is she ok?" stampered Parker as he ran to the front door and unlocked it.

"Parker wait!" I shouted walking behind him.

"Clare!" He shouted running into his house.

"What dad?" She said coming out of a room.

A girl with long brown hair, who was wearing a white tank top and gym shorts.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. I worked with Parker for six months and never knew he had a daughter. He spent so much time at the station, I figured he lived alone and was practically glued to his workplace. That doesn't seem to be the case now.

"Who's that?" She asked pointing at me.

As soon as she asked who we were, I knew she hadn't gotten the news. Plus, she didn't seem sad. This is going to be really hard to say to her.