The Connor's (Watty's 2018)

Talk to me, good sir

SOTD: OPERATE BY ASTR (THIS SONG IS SO FREAKING COOL! THE BASS AND THE VOCALS REALLY HIT YOU)

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Wednesday morning rolled around and we were still at square one.

We still had the same pizza boxes thrown haphazardly across the table, the same bottles of cola, and the same papers strewn all around.

"We aren't going to get anywhere, like this" I hissed as I threw the picture of Essie down.

Ever since I had come home last night with the 'Adam Morovitz' revelation, everyone kicked things into high gear.

Mark did a quick FBI look up of Adam and we found out that he was definitely bad news.

"I agree with Andy. FBI searches aren't going to lead us to our perp. Sure, he's got a long record but that doesn't prove that he did it; we can't go arresting a guy because 'Evan' said something" Nate yawned stretching his tall frame, "Staring at this Morovitz guy isn't helping"

"What if we..." Des abruptly stood up and ran upstairs at top speed. We all stared at Mark and he shrugged watching after her.

"Help me out here, Stephen" Des hissed lugging a huge briefcase down the stairs.

"What is this?" Stephen groaned easily taking the briefcase and setting it on the table.

"Besides having a bunch of useless papers in it, it has these" She unzipped the first slot and drew out a stack of large photos.

"Des, your a genius!" Nate clapped grabbing some of the pictures from her and placing them along the table.

"I still don't get it" Stephen grumbled scratching his head.

"Of course you wouldn't" Nate rolled his eyes, "We can't start with this Morovitz character. We have to start with the victims"

"Find out who they were and what they could've possibly needed moonshine for!" I nodded finally catching on.

"Exactly. Once we figure out our victims, we can figure out our perp and understand how he works" Des placed her hands on her hips and Mark stared at her in amazement.

"Why didn't we think of this sooner?"

"Because none of you are smart enough" Des rolled her eyes and pointed to the first picture laying on the table, "I want everyone to take a picture. Your task is to find out as much as you can about that individual; so I'm talking friends, places to hang out, everything. Once you get the information, you come back and get another picture until we've got our own backgrounds on them all"

"What's our deadline?" London asked, all business.

Des seemed to think this over and I cleared my throat.

"Wednesday"

"A week? You're crazy!" London snapped looking at me like I was an idiot.

"What's crazier is the fact that between the six of us 'highly trained officers', someone died from exactly what we were sent out to eradicate" I hissed, "I can't let what happened to Essie happen to anybody else"

London immediately clamped her mouth shut and the room fell silent.

"Wednesday it is" Nate nodded giving me a small smile, "Andy's right"

"You guys should hurry up and get ready for school" Mark finally said pointing at the clock over the fridge; what a stupid place to put a clock.

"Crap" We all hissed in unison, noticing we would only had an hour which really only totalled to 15 minutes when you counted how many people had to shower.