TV on the way to the bathroom, turning it up loud, so he could hear the news through the sound of the water. Undressing, he took the bandage off his leg, and looked at the gunshot wound. It looked like it was scabbing over well and would heal up and be nothing but another scar to add to his collection.
The water felt good, and it even made him smile for just a minute. He could hear the anchorwoman jabbering on about some high-pressure system that was coming in, or some crap like that.
"And in other news, the NYPD have been investigating cooperatively with the FBI, into the food poisoning incident out at the David's Island last week. They have no new leads in
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the case or how the food was contaminated, but they assure the citizens of New York that our food is safe."
"Safe. Ha! I bet they've still got their agents chasing around family members, asking about what kind of childhood they had." Grumbling as he finished shampooing his baldhead, he dripped water on the floor when he reached for a razor to shave. While finishing his shower, he thought about the case so far.
He had a bunch of dead inmates, but no dead guards, notes with the letters W.J.A. on them, and a mystery woman involved in a food drop. " This woman had to be linked to this W.J.A. thing ," Kirk thought. "W.J.A. It might be a code or a name of a group of terrorists."
"Hmmm, I wonder what Deb would think about this one. Deb?" Why was he thinking about his ex-wife? Granted she was nice to think about, but in the bitter end, it would always end in a raging fight. Even in his mind.
He shook his head, as if to shake her out of his thoughts. Maybe it was because she was great at helping him crack cases. She could always figure out who the bad guy was, and was a great sounding board.
Kirk was married to the fiery redhead longer then he should have been but then again, Kirk should never have gotten married in the first place. She always spoke her mind, a little too much, and between Kirk and her, it was not a good combo. The fighting just got too much for her, and they split up two years ago, no kids. " A clean break ," he told himself, but he still loved her. He just couldn't ever bring himself to change the way he was, maybe he didn't want to change. It was better this way , but then again, he told himself many lies. Kirk met Deb in front of a stand of tomatoes in his rare visit to the local supermarket. She was only five foot tall and not even one hundred pounds, and for a second he thought she was just a kid but then she turned and smiled at him, and it was all over. Kirk asked her to marry him four months later. Kirk's cell phone rang vibrating on the nightstand liker a rattlesnake ready to strike. The sound jolted him back to the here and now. He didn't recognize the number, but he decided to take the call anyway.
"Detective Weston," Kirk answered.
"Hello, this is the crime lab. Well, this is the lady from the prison. I gave you my card," Kirk tried to remember her name.
"Ah, yeah, hi, uh..."
"Cassy Meyers," She said.
"Right! Cassy! How are you doing?"
"The FBI gave me your phone number yesterday morning. I've been so busy with everything going on and I remembered that you wanted to know if we found anything new." Kirk grinned with good luck beaming from his eyes. She must have called the FBI for his number before he ticked off the big dogs.
"So what did you find?"
"After testing all the food samples and coming up empty I decided to look into the guards blood work and I found something very interesting." Her voice started to rise in excitement.
"The guards?"
"Yes. I thought since we didn't find anything in the inmates'
bodies or in their food, that maybe we would find something in the guard's blood that the inmates lacked--and we did! Are you ready for this?"
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"Yeah, hit me!"
"Okay. The guards all had traces of Dypethline in their systems, a drug used specifically to protect their immune system."
"Hmmm," said
The water felt good, and it even made him smile for just a minute. He could hear the anchorwoman jabbering on about some high-pressure system that was coming in, or some crap like that.
"And in other news, the NYPD have been investigating cooperatively with the FBI, into the food poisoning incident out at the David's Island last week. They have no new leads in
SWEET
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89
the case or how the food was contaminated, but they assure the citizens of New York that our food is safe."
"Safe. Ha! I bet they've still got their agents chasing around family members, asking about what kind of childhood they had." Grumbling as he finished shampooing his baldhead, he dripped water on the floor when he reached for a razor to shave. While finishing his shower, he thought about the case so far.
He had a bunch of dead inmates, but no dead guards, notes with the letters W.J.A. on them, and a mystery woman involved in a food drop. " This woman had to be linked to this W.J.A. thing ," Kirk thought. "W.J.A. It might be a code or a name of a group of terrorists."
"Hmmm, I wonder what Deb would think about this one. Deb?" Why was he thinking about his ex-wife? Granted she was nice to think about, but in the bitter end, it would always end in a raging fight. Even in his mind.
He shook his head, as if to shake her out of his thoughts. Maybe it was because she was great at helping him crack cases. She could always figure out who the bad guy was, and was a great sounding board.
Kirk was married to the fiery redhead longer then he should have been but then again, Kirk should never have gotten married in the first place. She always spoke her mind, a little too much, and between Kirk and her, it was not a good combo. The fighting just got too much for her, and they split up two years ago, no kids. " A clean break ," he told himself, but he still loved her. He just couldn't ever bring himself to change the way he was, maybe he didn't want to change. It was better this way , but then again, he told himself many lies. Kirk met Deb in front of a stand of tomatoes in his rare visit to the local supermarket. She was only five foot tall and not even one hundred pounds, and for a second he thought she was just a kid but then she turned and smiled at him, and it was all over. Kirk asked her to marry him four months later. Kirk's cell phone rang vibrating on the nightstand liker a rattlesnake ready to strike. The sound jolted him back to the here and now. He didn't recognize the number, but he decided to take the call anyway.
"Detective Weston," Kirk answered.
"Hello, this is the crime lab. Well, this is the lady from the prison. I gave you my card," Kirk tried to remember her name.
"Ah, yeah, hi, uh..."
"Cassy Meyers," She said.
"Right! Cassy! How are you doing?"
"The FBI gave me your phone number yesterday morning. I've been so busy with everything going on and I remembered that you wanted to know if we found anything new." Kirk grinned with good luck beaming from his eyes. She must have called the FBI for his number before he ticked off the big dogs.
"So what did you find?"
"After testing all the food samples and coming up empty I decided to look into the guards blood work and I found something very interesting." Her voice started to rise in excitement.
"The guards?"
"Yes. I thought since we didn't find anything in the inmates'
bodies or in their food, that maybe we would find something in the guard's blood that the inmates lacked--and we did! Are you ready for this?"
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91
"Yeah, hit me!"
"Okay. The guards all had traces of Dypethline in their systems, a drug used specifically to protect their immune system."
"Hmmm," said
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