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Chapter Five: Danger's Increase
Let the fear of danger be a spur to prevent it; he that fears not, gives advantage to the danger.
When attempting to solve a crime, one must always work in haste for the trail of a killer goes cold quickly. However, when one realizes that the longer the killer remains at large, the more of a threat he is to society; members of the police department finds themselves in a panic. They know their job is to protect and serve so when their ability to do so weakens, the reality of the danger becomes all too real for their liking.
When it happens, they finds themselves making silent promises to the citizens of their jurisdiction to make sure that the killer won't be a danger any longer; even when their confidence is lingering.
April 27, 2009 1:15pm
The sounds of the precinct whirled around Flack as he stood up from his desk. He reached around to the back of his chair to retrieve his jacket, having placed it there when he sat down. As he pulled it over his shoulders, he noticed Amber making her way through the room, approaching his desk in his process.
She glanced around the room before meeting his gaze, leaning slightly forward on his desk.
"Detective Flack, right?"
"Yeah," he answered with raised eyebrows.
"Right, um, so I wanted to ask you if it was okay if I joined you when you questioned Logan Castle."
Flack paused for a minute as her questioned was slightly unexpected.
Amber picked up on it and gave Flack a small smile. "I know, I know, you're probably used to the Feds who just stay in the background until the case gets really bad."
This time, it was Flack who smiled. "I'm kinda obvious huh?"
"Just a little," she said, holding up a hand to signal a pinch. "So, is Logan Castle already here?"
"Yeah, a couple of my guys brought her in earlier," he told her, nodding towards one of the interrogation rooms.
Amber nodded as Flack led her past the array of desks and into the viewing room.
Mac was already situated in the room with Stella at his side. They both gave a quick greeting to Flack and Amber before turning to look through the viewing glass.
Logan sat at the table, drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. Her brown hair sat lazily on her shoulders as she let out a small groan of annoyance. Unlike the last time, she wore a pair of burgundy plastic glasses that rested easily on her face.
"So that's Logan huh?" Amber spoke out loud.
"The one and only," Stella said pointedly.
"Where was she when the uniforms picked her up?" Mac asked Flack.
"At home. They picked her up and apparently she came willingly."
"So, Logan Castle has connections to both vics, and a definite motive for Matthew Garrison."
"We need to find out her dislike in Dana Tillman," Mac said, looking toward Flack.
He nodded before turning to Amber. "You ready?"
She simply nodded and allowed him to lead her out of the viewing room and into the interrogation room.
At the sound of the door opening, Logan looked up. She sat back in her chair and watched as Flack crossed the room to lean against the wall. "So, I see we meet again Starsky. Where's Hutch?" she said, her accent seeming even more prominent than before.
"You're hilarious, you know that. Especially for someone who's about to go down for the murder of two people."
Logan rolled her eyes and leaned forward on the table. "Look, I didn't kill anyone," she said with another groan. She glanced at Amber who had taken a seat directly across from here. "Who are you?"
"Agent Amber McCoy with the FBI."
Logan's eyebrows rose slightly at Amber's introduction. "FBI, huh?" She turned to look at Flack with raised eyebrows. "Bringin' out the big guns, I see."
Flack shrugged from his position against the wall. "Well whenever we think we're dealing with a serial killer, we take the necessary precautions."
Amber nodded and stared at Logan with a calm expression. "Yes, a serial killer. I'm sure you're familiar with the term," she said simply.
Logan glared at the woman, biting her lip to restrain from saying anything that would only worsen her situation.
"Ms. Castle, do you know a Dana Tillman," Amber asked her.
Logan shrugged lightly and nodded. "Yeah, she's one of my clients. Why?"
"When was the last time you saw her?" Flack inquired, ignoring her previous question.
"I don't know, it's been a while. She missed her last appointment, I think," she replied with another shrug.
"You think?" Amber repeated.
Logan rolled her eyes as her dark gray eyes met Amber's hazel ones. "Yes, I think," she said strongly. "Do you realize how many clients I have and how many of them don't make their appointments? I can barely remember who I saw yesterday let alone a week ago. Why are you so worried about Dana anyway?"
"She's dead," Flack said simply, his mouth pursed together.
Logan's eyes widened in surprise at his words. Her gaze left Flack's and went to the table. She stared at the metal surface for a moment before looking upward.
"How?" she said to no one in particular.
"We were hoping you could tell us," Amber answered.
"Whoa, whoa," Logan started. She held her hands in defense as her eyes darted between Flack and Amber. "I didn't kill Dana alright. I swear."
"Are you sure?" Flack asked her.
Logan sighed and ran both her hands over her face. Her palms rested on her cheeks as she looked directly at Flack. "Look, I get why you guys asked me about Matthew. It makes sense. I have a motive as I'm sure you guys call it." Her tone was a lot softer than before as she tried to convince them to believe what she was saying. "But what reason do I have to kill Dana? I mean, were we best friends? No, but we weren't enemies or anything. She would come in every two weeks and I would do her hair. Every once in a while she would miss an appointment but she was always say the next time that it was because of work. I just assumed this time was the same."
Flack watched the woman who sat at the table. He sighed and moved to sit in the chair next to Amber who was looking directly at Logan. Her features too were softer than before. He could tell she was thinking the same thing that he was.
"Look Logan, I wanna believe and let you get back to your life, okay. I do. But right now, all we got is two dead people who can both be linked to you," he told her.
"I don't know what to tell you, okay. I didn't kill them. Maybe it was just a coincidence."
Amber shifted in her chair as she rested her elbows on the table. "Did Matthew and Dana know each other?"
Logan shook her head. "I don't think so. But then I didn't know any of their friends so I wouldn't know. Maybe."
"Do the numbers four and five mean anything to you?" Flack asked, hopeful that she would offer some time of aid to their case.
Once again, Logan shook her head. "Not really."
Behind the glass, Mac looked over at Stella who turned to him at the same time. "She's right Mac. Besides the obvious ill will between her and Matthew, we can't place her at either scene."
"Well there's the hair we found on Matthew Garrison," he offered.
"According to her, that happened before his murder," she said before turning to look though the glass. "And as much as I want her to be our guy, I don't think she is. I know she's the same height of the shooter based on Sid's trajectory, it still doesn't add up."
Mac looked grim as he watched Logan through the glass. "Which is unfortunate for us."
April 27, 2009 2:00pm
Sheldon ducked under the crime scene tape at the door and entered the apartment.
The apartment of Dana Tillman was rather neat for a crime scene. Aside from the large bloodstain on carpet and the fingerprint dust on almost every surface, the room still seemed to have a high standard.
He set his kit down and pulled out the latex gloves that were stored in his pocket. He expertly put them on his hands as he drifted towards the fireplace in the living room. He eyed the various pictures that rested neatly on the mantle. He eyes landed on one of Dana alone on what looked to be the beach.
She was smiling brightly at the camera, her eyes seeming to light up. Sheldon shook his head at the picture. "What a shame," he muttered to himself.
He moved away from the fireplace and further entered the room. His eyes swept over every detail in attempt to find something that was missed.
Unfortunately, like before he came up empty handed.
He moved out of the living room and towards the bedroom. Like the living room, it seemed to be decorated expertly, each piece of furniture graciously complementing the other.
He looked over the bed, trying to find something. Once again he found nothing.
Sighing, Sheldon moved towards the closet. He opened the two sliding doors to reveal a large walk in closet.
Every woman's dream he thought to himself as he moved into the large space. He took in the rows of clothes hung up on the walls. As he finished looking at the last row however, he spotted something else.
Tucked neatly in the corner was a brown wicker basket. He moved toward it and carefully lifted the top off.
He reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be white bed sheets that were to be washed. His hand dipped into his pocket and pulled out his flashlight. He shone the beam along the material, hoping to find something that they could use. When again, nothing became apparent, he switched the flashlight to wear the light coming from it was a familiar purplish-blue.
He once again went over the material with the light when he suddenly stopped. He looked closer just a satisfied smirk came across his features.
As that same moment, he heard movement in the entrance of the apartment.
Her immediately recognized the familiar voice and called back. "In the bedroom closet Lindsay."
Within seconds she arrived in the doorway. She was about to question his reason for being there when she noticed the look on his face.
"Tell me you got something," she said hopefully.
"I got DNA."
April 27, 2009 2:14pm
Mac looked up from his position at his desk to see Stella entering, a large smirk on her face.
"I just got a call from Lindsay. She and Hawkes are at Dana Tillman's apartment and apparently Hawkes was able to find DNA on some dirty bed sheets. If we can somehow see how long it was there we could possibly…" she trailed off when she noticed the hardened expression on his face. "What's wrong?"
He held his phone as he looked at her. "Just got off the phone. We have another body."