Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Graham and Phoebe raced over to the blue and red four wheelers, that’s the fastest way they were going to get to the man on top of Black Bear. They jumped up on to the four wheelers and took off up the mountain.

Phoebe was still incredibly sore from the guy ‘Mike’ beating her up; she was still so upset that she didn’t fight back better, but she thinks it was because she actually thought she had a chance with him. He was just so sweet and was so handsome. The mountain was steep and bumpy almost too bumpy for her, but she fought through the pain that was flying through her body at incredible speed and sped up the mountain behind Graham. They sped around rocks and dodged trees trying their hardest to get to the dying man on the mountain: they had no evidence that the man on the mountain was dead, so they had to treat it as a dying man.

Graham was a few feet ahead of Phoebe, but Phoebe was fading quick her energy was almost gone, but she mustered up the last bit of energy she could find and she gunned it and finally caught up with Graham; he looked behind him and gave her the ever most charming smile, she felt her face heat up, but the sun beating down on her and the adrenaline pumping through her veins masked the blush.

When they got to the top they saw a man slumped over a boulder his back was to them so they didn’t know what his face looked like, but he had broad muscular shoulders, wavy brown hair ending right above his ears, and he looked like he would be at least 5’5/6’ feet tall. At the base of his head was a gash, blood dripping down and onto his neck. Graham rushed over to him and pressed two fingers to the side if his neck, checking for a pulse – none – that exactly what he was worried about. Phoebe was inspecting the wound though she knew that it killed him. Whatever hit him had enough force to break the scull and he bled out in no time. The wound almost looked like he’d been pistol-whipped.

Phoebe huffed out of frustration and lack of sleep; then looked around at her surroundings only to see dirt and rock and the edge of nowhere. She took in how the trail they came up on was a perfect running trail for someone who runs a lot and likes the challenge. She also knew that whoever did this had to do this on foot, they couldn’t have come up on a four wheeler because they would’ve left tracks and if they where smart they would know that the police could get a lot from tracks. So knowing this Phoebe looked for footprints.

       

Phoebe started tot walk away from the body when Graham noticed, “Where are you going? Your body’s right here,” he pointed towards the body.

       

        “Your funny,” she giggled.

        “Well isn’t your specialty dead bodies?” he smiled cheekily at her.

        “Yes, but isn’t your specialty looking for clues?” she retorted back.

        “Yes?” he questioned his own question.

        “Well I’m doing my job and your job”

        “Well why are you doing both are jobs, sweet pea?” Phoebes face quickly warmed up and she turned away to hide the blush and pretended to be investigating a clue.

        She stuttered and said, “W-well obviously because you were just sitting there and doing nothing,”

        “Actually I was doing your job and looking at the body for any clues,” he motioned his hands across the body.

        “I was just looking for footprints because obviously the person who did this,” she motioned to the body, “ didn’t come up on a pair of wheels like we did, if they were smart enough then they knew that the police would notice the tracks and they could use that to solve most of their case. And that trail is a perfect running trail for people who likes the challenge,”

        Graham slowly got up and walked and stood behind Phoebe, “Whoa…. Wow. You’re right this is a great running trail and the only tracks there are ours. You’re a amazing anthropologist, but would be an amazing FBI agent as well,”

        Phoebe could feel his warm breath tickling her ear and his breath smelt like pancakes, “Uh… thanks. I guess, but I do enjoy being a forensic anthropologist and the best one at that,” she smiled.

        “Did I ever tell you that yon have a very pretty smile?”

        “No, you haven’t, do I have a pretty smile?”

        “Yes you have a very, very pretty smile,” he whispered in her ear.

        “Well thank you, but we have a very dead body over there that we need to get out of this sun.” Phoebe said and turned around to face them, their bodies almost flush, lips few inches apart.

        Graham leaned down to where there lips could’ve been touching if Phoebe leaned upward.

Phoebe has had this huge, mega crush on Graham for a while now – not that she would ever let him know that. But, how could she not, he hangs around her work with her almost every day and they work side by side solving murder cases. Graham is stunning: he has light brown hair military cut in the back styled with it mousse up at the front, baby blue eyes, strong straight jaw line, and little dimples when he smiled. Lets just say he’s pretty handsome.

“Okay sweet talker lets get this body out of here and back down the mountain,”

“Okay.” Graham shrugged.

“Don’t pout.” She nudged his shoulder.

“Help, grab his feet and put them on the back of my four wheeler and I’ll put his shoulders and torso on the front of yours, okay?”

“Okay,”

When they got down the mountain they brought the body to the main cabins kitchen so Phoebe could do the autopsy with Skylar. They flipped the body so it was facing up and when Graham saw the mans face ever hair on the back of his neck stood up pin straight; it was the man from the bus, the one who was having that huge argument with his girlfriend or wife or whatever she was. She was the first on his suspect list.

  

“My god.” Phoebe spoke – mouth ajar.

“You notice him too?” Graham said with hope lacing his voice.

“Yeah, he was the man whore on the bus who only cared about getting laid.” She scoffed.

“Yeah he would be the one… and he’s now dead.”