Second Chance

Superheroes

"It's driving me mad. We've been over every possible angle and still can't figure it out. The chips were never planted and never wiped just corrupted. Chips confirm that DNA and DHP files all match up. The only thing that doesn't add up is the bodies."

Dylan's in one of his rants again. He's going to be hostile all day. It's going to be rough. I need to try to keep him in check or we're going to have to replace a lot of pencils again. I swear when he's like this it's like he's part beaver the way he goes through them.

"Could the bodies be so badly damaged before the explosion that they just seem to be the wrong age?"

"Hart would have caught it. The age markers match with the initial findings. How could they be that old and their bodies that young?" He's typing away on his keyboard. He's really pounding away at the keys.

"We don't know and it doesn't matter. What matters is finding out who's behind the bomb and bringing them in. And now that we know DHP is connected via Jensen. And Jensen was working for Quinn we need to get them as well. I've already been through the financials for most of the DHP. Still waiting for the judge to sign off before we can finish up."

"Anyone taking bribes? Or being blackmailed? Or rather anyone else."

"Not that we've found. Still digging though. Positive note, techs finally have the bomb analyzed. I've already check with all the suppliers on the list that he could have bought all the parts from."

"Any hits?"

He's already chewing on his pencil and has at least four different color pens he's using while pounding away on his keyboard. He has highlighter out and thumb tacks and the stupid colored yarn he likes. His desk is littered with post its and case files. There's stray pen marks on his face and covering his hands. I want to laugh at him but can't, it will only set him off.

"Yeah. A few of them. All of the cashiers working when he was there describe him as overweight balding guy in his late 30's early 40's. I showed them the sketches of Quinn and they didn't recognized him."

"Jensen could have given us a completely bogus description." He's angry. I don't blame him so am I.

"I don't think he did."

"Well then who the hell is the bombmaker!" Yells it at me.

"The bombmaker doesn't have to be the same guy that bought the stuff."

"Fine! We need to get a sketch artist out to these guys and see what they can come up with."

My phone starts to ring. I look at the called ID and it's Steve. I need to get out of here.

"You get on that I've got to take this." I point to my phone and leave the office before he has a chance to respond. I duck into one of the other offices nearby. It's almost noon and most of guys are out to lunch so it's empty luckily.

"Hey Steve. What's up?"

"Just checking in to make sure that you're still bringing him home on time."

"Yeah. Lila is picking up the cake and will be there about an hour before us. I got the Sheriff to give us a bogus call at about the same time."

"Sounds great. You sure it's going to work?"

"It should. He's probably going to be staying in the office all day pouring over the evidence we have so far."

"Make sure he eats. Please."

"Will do. I've got to get back to it though. Anything else?"

"No. And thank you again."

*SMR*