For Our Eyes Only

Chapter 3

Grayson Thorndale was a six-foot-three, bulky white male with short brown hair, brown eyes, a gun, and a whole team to back him up.

That's what I learned when I walked into the San Francisco Police Department the next day, as Jules and I came in just as Chief Vick was giving a briefing. I scanned the room, seeing that Gus was in the corner. I let Jules accompany the chief's side as I joined my best friend.

Over the next half hour, we learned about all of the shady stuff that Mr. Thorndale had been up to since he started killing. They had all happened just recently, within the past few days, actually. This guy wasn't too careful covering his tracks; the police had confirmed that Grayson was definitely the one committing the murders, now all they needed was to catch him. Apparently he had killed six people already and the cops saw no reason as to why he would stop there.

"Now Grayson Thorndale is not one to be messed with. He has lots of people ready to fight with him, he's violent, and probably borderline insane. Now we're going to need as many cops as we can get, which is why we have teamed up with the Monterey and Santa Barbara Police Departments," explained Chief Vick.

"Just when we thought we wouldn't have to deal with Lassie anymore..." I leaned over, whispering to Gus.

"The people at the other stations are being informed of this information, as well as their schedules for traveling up here, since this guy has been doing all of his work in San Francisco. We need the detectives to find out where he could be hiding and why he's committing these murders. Everyone else needs to help out with fighting and paperwork."

"Wow, fighting and paperwork. Definitely in the same field of crime fighting," Gus sarcastically whispered in my ear.

Once we had finally gotten the lowdown, the chief dismissed us. Just as I was about to go to the vending machine, I heard her voice again.

"Mr. Spencer, Guster, O'Hara? Would you please meet me in my office?" the chief asked.

Jules, Gus and I all followed the chief into her office and watched her sit down at her desk.

"So as you may have figured out, Detective Lassiter is a part of this case."

The corners of Juliet's mouth turned up a little bit. "Yes, I know. I'm elated," she responded, doing this cute little jump that she does when she gets excited where she claps her hands and raises her shoulders.

The chief smiled a little bit, sort of mischievously. "Well, since we'll be having about two dozen officers coming from other stations, including Carlton, we're going to be splitting them up into different groups to cover more ground."

I knew exactly what the chief was going to say next. I may be a fake psychic, but anyone could see it coming.

Juliet obviously knew. She waited, and the chief finally spit it out.

"Would you four like to work together for this one?"

Juliet smiled a huge smile, her nose crinkling, and did her cute little jump/clap.

"Yes! Of course! Oh my god, thank you Karen!"

Gus and I looked at each other wearily. We weren't going to complain about working with Lassie; if we could survive eight years with him, we could definitely survive one case. And I guess the man wasn't that bad. Besides, Jules was happy with the decision, and that was really the only motivation I needed to put up with his callousness.

Since it was a Saturday and there wasn't really any business to do until the other stations got their schedules together, Jules and I went home.