outcome is unacceptable for him.
With whom will he end up playing? He smiles as he drives back to his room.
FBI Regional Office, Los Angeles, California, Thursday, March 22
Chapter 11
A gent Schein walks into Conference Room D. Payne is staring at the crime monitor screen. Agent Bruce Phillips, a smallish, average looking guy who wears frameless glasses is sitting next to Agent Mary Gibson. Agent Gibson is a tall, fit woman, and Lou is glad to see her on this team. She is a heavy smoker and some of her coworkers find it a disagreeable habit, but she makes no apologies. Her attention to detail has earned her the respect of her colleagues. Lou asked for Phillips more for his intellect than his investigative prowess; he is a premier researcher and partnered with a computer the man is pure genius.
“Good morning, everyone.” Schein clears his throat. Everyone acknowledges him as he walks toward the 52" presentation LED monitor. “Roger, let’s take a look. What have you got?”
Payne has arranged the data in chronological order for the agents to see on the big screen or access from their laptops, which they have all brought to the meeting. Since Agent Schein likes the crime information on paper as well, Payne has compiled four files for each of the agents.
Lou reviews the material again, asking the same question to himself. Where is the taunt, the clue, the tease? If this guy is a typical serial killer, it will be there.
The meeting is a review of the crime in Phoenix. Each agent has studied the files and gives opinions about the forensics and evidence. Still, nothing is decided beyond what Phoenix has already concluded. When the meeting adjourns, Schein’s team is dispatched to fulfill their specified tasks.
Part of the routine is to contact VICAP and ask for a review of homicides that might have occurred during last year’s LPGA tour. The San Diego office is also advised that law enforcement agencies should be aware of the potential that a killer may strike during the Kia Classic.
Lou’s task is to report to Director Bachman. He walks quickly to Bachman’s office and is already talking as he walks in. “Well, we’ve done the groundwork and the bulletins are on their way to the offices and agencies in the San Diego area.”
“Nice work, Lou. Do you have clear impressions or insights you’d like to share?” says Tom Bachman as he motions to a chair.
Lou shrugs his shoulders and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I know there’s a piece of information we’ve overlooked. These guys always taunt with something but then hell, maybe this killer is different. My gut tells me it’s there.”
“If he doesn’t kill while the LPGA is in Carlsbad, that leaves the Nabisco Dinah Shore in Rancho Mirage,” says Tom. “Then the tour moves to Texas after a tournament in Hawaii, so we’ll know soon enough.”
Lou sees that Tom is drinking coffee and stands up and goes to the coffee cart and pours himself a cup. He pours in the creamer and watches little chunks of white swirl around on the top. He sets his cup back by the pot.
“I feel sure that I’ve got the right people on this, Tom. I’m using Gibson and Phillips, and I put Payne right in the hot seat. I’m going to make him my partner on this one. Phillips will do the computer work and Gibson can take care of inter-office communication. We’ll split the follow-ups as they occur.” Lou smiles. “I figure Gibson can keep Phillips from falling on his weapon while they’re in the field.” He raises his eyebrows. “How are you on getting the Phoenix coroner assigned here?”
“It’s a done deal. She should be here late this afternoon, and she knows she’s working exclusively with you.”
“That’s wonderful!” exclaims Lou. “She’s as capable as they come and she has a broad sense of what a serial killer is doing. I’ll meet her at the airport myself, we can get acquainted and I can fill her in on the agents assigned to the
With whom will he end up playing? He smiles as he drives back to his room.
FBI Regional Office, Los Angeles, California, Thursday, March 22
Chapter 11
A gent Schein walks into Conference Room D. Payne is staring at the crime monitor screen. Agent Bruce Phillips, a smallish, average looking guy who wears frameless glasses is sitting next to Agent Mary Gibson. Agent Gibson is a tall, fit woman, and Lou is glad to see her on this team. She is a heavy smoker and some of her coworkers find it a disagreeable habit, but she makes no apologies. Her attention to detail has earned her the respect of her colleagues. Lou asked for Phillips more for his intellect than his investigative prowess; he is a premier researcher and partnered with a computer the man is pure genius.
“Good morning, everyone.” Schein clears his throat. Everyone acknowledges him as he walks toward the 52" presentation LED monitor. “Roger, let’s take a look. What have you got?”
Payne has arranged the data in chronological order for the agents to see on the big screen or access from their laptops, which they have all brought to the meeting. Since Agent Schein likes the crime information on paper as well, Payne has compiled four files for each of the agents.
Lou reviews the material again, asking the same question to himself. Where is the taunt, the clue, the tease? If this guy is a typical serial killer, it will be there.
The meeting is a review of the crime in Phoenix. Each agent has studied the files and gives opinions about the forensics and evidence. Still, nothing is decided beyond what Phoenix has already concluded. When the meeting adjourns, Schein’s team is dispatched to fulfill their specified tasks.
Part of the routine is to contact VICAP and ask for a review of homicides that might have occurred during last year’s LPGA tour. The San Diego office is also advised that law enforcement agencies should be aware of the potential that a killer may strike during the Kia Classic.
Lou’s task is to report to Director Bachman. He walks quickly to Bachman’s office and is already talking as he walks in. “Well, we’ve done the groundwork and the bulletins are on their way to the offices and agencies in the San Diego area.”
“Nice work, Lou. Do you have clear impressions or insights you’d like to share?” says Tom Bachman as he motions to a chair.
Lou shrugs his shoulders and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I know there’s a piece of information we’ve overlooked. These guys always taunt with something but then hell, maybe this killer is different. My gut tells me it’s there.”
“If he doesn’t kill while the LPGA is in Carlsbad, that leaves the Nabisco Dinah Shore in Rancho Mirage,” says Tom. “Then the tour moves to Texas after a tournament in Hawaii, so we’ll know soon enough.”
Lou sees that Tom is drinking coffee and stands up and goes to the coffee cart and pours himself a cup. He pours in the creamer and watches little chunks of white swirl around on the top. He sets his cup back by the pot.
“I feel sure that I’ve got the right people on this, Tom. I’m using Gibson and Phillips, and I put Payne right in the hot seat. I’m going to make him my partner on this one. Phillips will do the computer work and Gibson can take care of inter-office communication. We’ll split the follow-ups as they occur.” Lou smiles. “I figure Gibson can keep Phillips from falling on his weapon while they’re in the field.” He raises his eyebrows. “How are you on getting the Phoenix coroner assigned here?”
“It’s a done deal. She should be here late this afternoon, and she knows she’s working exclusively with you.”
“That’s wonderful!” exclaims Lou. “She’s as capable as they come and she has a broad sense of what a serial killer is doing. I’ll meet her at the airport myself, we can get acquainted and I can fill her in on the agents assigned to the
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