There is a serial killer loose and only cooperation will bring the culprit to justice. |
RoE draft 4 pt ? (in sequence currently as pt 5) Agent Galloway sat in the conference room looking at the case board the team had assembled. In front of him was a stack of files. He could see the pictures clearly on the board, their innocent faces and their dead bodies. Galloway looked at the stack of victim’s files. “No one is innocent,” said Galloway. He started to separate the files in groups then by alphabetical order according to their last names. Anna had compiled the information with the help of Rachel Claire., using the information from Kristin Claire’s cellphone. Kory Galloway stopped in his tracks. Staring him in the face were the files on Shawn and Dean Galloway. “I was wondering when you were going to find those,” said Tom, standing in the doorway. “You going to psychoanalyze me now?" “Just wondering if you should be working this case. That why you never mentioned them?” “It wasn’t important.” “Everything is important. We should have talked about this...” “I was hard on them. After their mother died, I crawled into a bottle.” “And you haven’t crawled out, not completely. You know you have a reputation for being gun-ho and bucking authority?” “You know nothing about me. I can keep it together.” “Not until you confront this thing with your boys. Why don’t you let me go through the files. You can sort your feelings and look at this with fresh eyes.” “I think we should put a bolo out on Claire’s and Michaels’ associates.” “Professional reasons, or personal?” “The rest of the team doesn’t need to know they are my boys.” “When they find out it won’t be from me.” Galloway did feel exhausted as he drove to the motel, but he still searched the streets for the boys. He stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of bourbon. He sighed as he got to door 2B at the Acorn Motel in Bixby. He took off his shoes, opened the bottle, and took out an old, folded picture from his wallet. “I found them, Trudy, but now what do I do? They hate me. I would hate me. How do I make them see things different?” After chugging a good swig, Galloway fell back on the bed with tears in his eyes. He had the picture clenched in his hand. In complete physical and emotional exhaustion, he fell asleep. |