I walked into the mayor's office, to find it crowded with FBI agents.
"So, what's the problem?" I asked.
Roger, who was talking to the chief of police, turned to me, with a frown on his face, and motioned me to follow him. He led me outside to the back. The flowers were blossoming, and it was pretty warm out.
"The mayor was killed today at midnight. His wife and youngest daughter is missing." Roger replied.
"What about the older kids?" I asked.
"College. One's in Michigan, the other North Carolina. They're coming as fast as they can." He answered. I nodded. "Do you have any idea who might've done this?"
Roger shook his head. "That's what we're trying to find out." Roger replied.
I frowned. "I'm going to go ask some questions." I said, turning around. "To who?" Roger asked. "The workers!" I called back, over my shoulder.
"Ms. Fuller, you worked with Mayor Johnson for how many years?" I asked.
"Two, but I've known him for ten years." She answered, with a frown.
"Did you notice, anything strange, like mysterious phone calls, or strange people go into his office?"
She took a moment to respond. "I'm sorry, I just don't know who could do this to a family, that's very calm and welcoming. They never do anything wrong!"
"I know, Ms. Fuller, I feel the same way, but I need you to answer the question so that I can understand what happened to Mayor Johnson before it happens to his wife and child." I said.
She nodded, as she wiped a tear away with a tissue.
"Can you repeat the question?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Did you notice anything strange happen in the weeks before his death?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No, I don't remember." She whispered.
I nodded, and wrote it down on my pad.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I have to go home. My mother has Alzheimer's and I'm packing to go visit her in Arizona." She said.
"Ms. Fuller," I said.
"Here's my number, if you still need me. I'll only be gone a weekend….Agent Moretti, am I a suspect?" She asked.
"Why, no." I answered. "Then, I'm going to Arizona. Like I said, if you still have questions and it's an emergency, feel free to call me…otherwise, don't." She said, heading out the door. I sighed.
I needed help with the case, and I knew I had only one person to go to. Besides Roger.
I got to the university, just as the classes were letting out.
I headed to Daniel's office, and knocked on the door.
"So, you're telling me, that your hallucinations, help you solve cases?" a woman's voice asked.
"Oh, so now, you're saying that I shouldn't have used them?" Daniel asked.
"No, no…it's just interesting." The woman's voice continued.
Daniel laughed. "You know, you are so like Natalie, but yet so different from her." He said.
Just then the knob turned, and I quickly backed away from the door.
"Kate," Daniel replied, surprised.
"Caroline, this is Kate. Kate, this is Caroline, my doctor." He said.
"Was his doctor." She clarified, with a smile.
I smiled, too.
"It's nice to meet you." I said, offering my hand. She shook my hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, too." She said.
"So, what's up?" Daniel asked.
"I need your help with a case." I said.
"What kind of case?" Caroline asked.
I looked to her, before looking at Daniel. My heart was racing. Why was my heart racing? I had a nervous-like feeling right now, and I didn't know why. Usually, when I tell Daniel cases like this, it just comes out. But, why is it coming out so slow?
"The mayor's dead. His wife and child are missing, and we need help locating him." I said.
"The mayor's dead?" Daniel asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand, why this case has something to do with Dr. Peirce." Caroline replied.
"We have reason to believe, that the man that killed the mayor, is a little crazy." I said. I handed Daniel the file of the suspect. "This is Mr. Frank Henderson, he's a forty-five, Caucasian male. He's 6'9", and has sky blue eyes. He was admitted to a psychiatric ward two months ago, and escaped three and a half weeks ago." I said. "Doctors said, that he's crazy enough to kill."
"Wow." Caroline replied.
"Daniel, I need your help." I said.
"I know…I love cases like this." Daniel said, turning back into his office.