Manipulation In Itself

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I ate my lunch, alone, like always. I ate a non fancy lunch, just some ham and cheese thrown onto a sandwich. But of course all of the other people had to bring five star food, I always wondered why. I was sipping my freezing cold Starbucks (that was suppose to be warm) when I happened to catch a gaze over at my boss's office, and in there was an intern, not just any intern, it was that prepy girl from earlier who was basically, my elevator driver. I wasn't just gazing now, I was staring, and seeing that they weren't talking aloud; they were talking quietly and discreetly. I looked back down and kept on eating my sandwich when I had a burst of 'How in the world did she get in here! There is security and her pass won't get her in...Even the Chief doesn't have enough authority to bring her in here. I stuffed the scraps of my sandwich into my mouth and got up and walked down the hall to my private office, that looked quite empty at the moment, I haven't moved everything back into my office. I read my notebook over and over thinking, and thinking. I decided to go to the crime scene and hope the police haven't totally destroyed it. In my opinion police officers shouldn't be allowed in until the Lead Detective has even been there. Anyways, not my choice, so I got up and I made sure my assistant knew to answer my phone if it rings. I went over to dispatch to see if they couldn't hook me up with a sweet ride, like a undercover camaro or something. But of course, in all of the excitement, no, so I took a cruiser instead. I got the keys from the cabinet and walked into the elevator where that intern was again standing. She gave me a wierd smile as if saying, I seen you earlier, and right now your being manipulated. I just nodded and I got out of the elevator and went to my cruiser. I found it lost in the parking lot full of identicals. I drove to the crime scene, ducked under the tape, and found the closet uptop, under an arc by and owl painting. I looked and of course body was gone, have the evidence bagged up and tooken for examination. I had a quick thought, how open was this to the public. I asked an officer near by how easy it is for pedestrians to get back here, he replied "Only people with a general public access card, or security, or janitors, or employees can get back here." General public access card? I took out my old Blackberry World and searched it...Something new every Police/Fire Department Chief gets this card for access to places to supply security. This helps with quick investigating and is a great and useful tool. I turned and looked around and saw that owl painting...owls...