Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

chapter 6

CHAPTER 6
“I don’t get it!” Ryan said, “27-year old, 19 years old and 12 years old. 1 accountant, 1 college girl/waiter, and one kid. There’s no pattern here!” Ryan three back files on the table.

“I don’t know why, but there has to be a pattern here.” Rhea said, “they are all clean kills. Programmed and planed.”

Ryan, Timmons, and Callahan were sitting around a table. Snapshots, files, forensic reports all over the table.

“Maybe we got this wrong,” Callahan spoke after some time. Rhea and Kevin both looked at him. Callahan looks at them. “We are thinking that there is one killer, right?” they both nodded. They hold their breaths.

“I think it is some kind of gang work,” Arias said.

“It cannot be, Ari. All kills are exactly the same.” Kevin rejected his thought. “it indicates one killer.”

“No. They are not. Samantha and Felicia have a knife or dagger marks on the back of their head. Slightly to the right side. That indicates that they are stabbed by the right hand.” Callahan starts searching the pile on the table. “But if we look at Chase's head.” Callahan placed three snapshots of victims in front of them. “See that wound is on the left side. Chase is stabbed by a lefthander.”
“I can see your point, Arias,” Rhea exclaimed.

“Multiple personnel work,” Callahan said. “If there is a new gang in town, we have to find who they are.”

“But still no pattern.” Ryan said, “we are still in square one.”

“Ryan, you read out all their files. Look for anything that is common in the victims. Even if it looks stupid.” Callahan stood up and gestured Rhea. “we are going to talk to someone. Maybe we’ll get some intel on the new gang.”

They both went out of the station.

“So where are we going?” Rhea asked him.

“A place is commonly known as ‘Wannabe Lair.’” Arias told her, “I know a guy there. He is, he claims he is the eyes and ears of the criminal world.”

‘And I know how to break him.’ The last sentence he said in his mind.

Rhea smiled.

‘Stupid Josh. Who cares Arias doesn’t have past on records!’ she thought and looked admiringly at him, forgetting about his ability.

“Timmons.” He called her when her feelings hit him. “Stop staring!”

She sheepishly lowered her head.

“You carry makeup?” he asked her.

“Yes. Why?” she was confused.

“Take out your eyeliner.” She searched her bag and took out her liner.

“Great! Now we are going undercover.” He took eyeliner from herald a mirror. A moment after, his eyes were looking like gothic punk.

“Your turn.” He gave her liner. She did as he told her. Now her eyes were all black. He smiled one of the crook smiles.

“Wear your hair in a ponytail.” He said. She did.

“Is it really necessary?” she asked. Cuz he was enjoying her nervousness.