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[fieldbox= Cynthia, teal]Cynthia was stumped on how she could narrow down her list even lower. She'd thought of everything she could to possibly knock a few names off the dozen she had, but there wasn't anything else she had to go on that could work to her advantage. She decided that her best chance of finding an ID for their victim was to speak to each and every person who filed a report to find out what their plans had been before they disappeared. If her killer was sticking to a pattern, she would find that at least one of them was planning on going somewhere for the weekend, even if it wasn't out of state. She could possibly get a few DNA samples to help eliminate a few possible names from the list. Just as she was thinking that thought, she realized she hadn't taken in account people who had their DNA in the system, and quickly began to type away to remedy the problem. She was in the middle of typing when a voice drew her attention away from her screen, her eyes peering over the top of her computer to look curiously over at West.
How was it that she was completely stumped on how to greet someone in return? She could solve nearly any equation thrown her way, calculate statistics off the top of her head, yet she couldn't figure out whether to say hello or good morning. It didn't make any sense at all. "Good morning." She finally said after several long moments of debate, the words almost uncertain on the tip of her tongue. Shaking her head quickly, Cynthia decided to stick with what was safer to talk about; work. "I started going over the missing persons reports again, and I've narrowed it down to twelve names, but I didn't take into account the people who already had their DNA in the system. And that has narrowed the list down to……" She glanced back at her screen, sighing heavily when only three names disappeared from the list. "Nine…..I guess we can divide the names and go talk to the families."
"I still have to call Tyler's brother and find out where he planned on going camping. I thought I'd give it a little while rather than wake him up first thing this morning." She hoped that the place was local and not further up north, but didn't hold out much hope on that. There weren't many places in Miami to camp, which meant she'd have a few hours of a drive to find out if Mark Tyler made it to his destination. "I may have to wait until the weekend to drive out. It depends on where exactly he planned on going. I'll at least be able to call and see if he turned up. Most places keep a record of who is staying and for how long." Cynthia could think of much better things to do with her time than driving to camp sites, but it's what the job required and that meant she had to do it.
"Nothing back from forensics on Tyler's house yet. I was going to go pay them a visit once I finished up with what I was doing." The detective realized that she hadn't given West much of a chance to get a word in edgewise, nor had she left him with much work to do. Doing everything on her own was a hard habit to break, one that she did not see ending for her anytime soon. She was about to ask her partner if he wanted to run down to forensics when her phone began to buzz on her desk, her hand flying to answer it before she could think about giving West any instructions. "Detective Matthers." She responded, listening quietly as the person on the other end of the phone began to give her news she hadn't expected to hear that morning. "Where was it found?" Grabbing a pen, she began to write down what was being said to her. Her head dipped in several nods as if the person on the other end could see her, but she stopped and finally gave them some verbal confirmation that she was listening. "I got it. Do me a favor, take pictures of it, but don't touch anything. I'll send a team up to come get it."
Ending the call, she set her phone back down on the desk and glanced up at West. "Tyler's car was just found in an impound in Tampa. It was just brought in this morning. I'm going to see if I can get someone to pick it up and bring down here for forensics to go over it." Tampa was quite a drive, which meant the killer either had someone working for him, or he had ties to the other city. How else could he have left the truck that far? Or had it been stolen? She didn't know, but she needed to find out before she jumped to any conclusions.
"It looks like we're going to Hahn's niece first. After we deal with that, I'll talk to Tyler's brother, and figure out where to go from there. If Mark was going someplace local I can drive up and see if he ever made it, but chances are he was going outside of Miami, and I'll probably have to take a trip this weekend. Plus, I still have this list to go through to see if I can get a name for our first victim." The day was definitely going to be a long one, and Cynthia wasn't running out of things to do anytime soon. She just hoped that the leads would continue pouring in the way they were and they could catch their killer before he struck again.[/fieldbox]
How was it that she was completely stumped on how to greet someone in return? She could solve nearly any equation thrown her way, calculate statistics off the top of her head, yet she couldn't figure out whether to say hello or good morning. It didn't make any sense at all. "Good morning." She finally said after several long moments of debate, the words almost uncertain on the tip of her tongue. Shaking her head quickly, Cynthia decided to stick with what was safer to talk about; work. "I started going over the missing persons reports again, and I've narrowed it down to twelve names, but I didn't take into account the people who already had their DNA in the system. And that has narrowed the list down to……" She glanced back at her screen, sighing heavily when only three names disappeared from the list. "Nine…..I guess we can divide the names and go talk to the families."
"I still have to call Tyler's brother and find out where he planned on going camping. I thought I'd give it a little while rather than wake him up first thing this morning." She hoped that the place was local and not further up north, but didn't hold out much hope on that. There weren't many places in Miami to camp, which meant she'd have a few hours of a drive to find out if Mark Tyler made it to his destination. "I may have to wait until the weekend to drive out. It depends on where exactly he planned on going. I'll at least be able to call and see if he turned up. Most places keep a record of who is staying and for how long." Cynthia could think of much better things to do with her time than driving to camp sites, but it's what the job required and that meant she had to do it.
"Nothing back from forensics on Tyler's house yet. I was going to go pay them a visit once I finished up with what I was doing." The detective realized that she hadn't given West much of a chance to get a word in edgewise, nor had she left him with much work to do. Doing everything on her own was a hard habit to break, one that she did not see ending for her anytime soon. She was about to ask her partner if he wanted to run down to forensics when her phone began to buzz on her desk, her hand flying to answer it before she could think about giving West any instructions. "Detective Matthers." She responded, listening quietly as the person on the other end of the phone began to give her news she hadn't expected to hear that morning. "Where was it found?" Grabbing a pen, she began to write down what was being said to her. Her head dipped in several nods as if the person on the other end could see her, but she stopped and finally gave them some verbal confirmation that she was listening. "I got it. Do me a favor, take pictures of it, but don't touch anything. I'll send a team up to come get it."
Ending the call, she set her phone back down on the desk and glanced up at West. "Tyler's car was just found in an impound in Tampa. It was just brought in this morning. I'm going to see if I can get someone to pick it up and bring down here for forensics to go over it." Tampa was quite a drive, which meant the killer either had someone working for him, or he had ties to the other city. How else could he have left the truck that far? Or had it been stolen? She didn't know, but she needed to find out before she jumped to any conclusions.
"It looks like we're going to Hahn's niece first. After we deal with that, I'll talk to Tyler's brother, and figure out where to go from there. If Mark was going someplace local I can drive up and see if he ever made it, but chances are he was going outside of Miami, and I'll probably have to take a trip this weekend. Plus, I still have this list to go through to see if I can get a name for our first victim." The day was definitely going to be a long one, and Cynthia wasn't running out of things to do anytime soon. She just hoped that the leads would continue pouring in the way they were and they could catch their killer before he struck again.[/fieldbox]