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Chapter Seventeen - Case Closed
"Um... where are we exactly?" Dave looked around curiously the room he'd just entered. It was small, yet spacious with ambient lighting and glass shelves full of books and what appeared to be human bones & dinosaur fossils.
"This is my office Dave. Welcome." Lincoln replied, smiling.
"Wow. It's...nice."
"Thanks. I try my best. Anyways we can continue our investigation in here. So what's next on 'Dave's Crime-Solving Agenda?'"
"Hmm. Well can I use your computer?" Dave asked.
"Sure. Do you even know...how to use a computer?" Lincoln asked cautiously.
"OF COURSE I DO!" Dave growled. Lincoln was a nice enough person, but Dave was beginning to become annoyed at his cheap one-liners and silly jokes.
"OK OK. Here sit." Lincoln directed Dave to sit down in an executive-style chair behind a large black steel desk. He opened the lid of his laptop and waited for the computer to boot up.
"You know you'll get your own office soon enough." Lincoln said grinning, trying to pass time.
"Really? Wonderful." Dave said coldly.
"You know David" Lincoln began. "Things will go a lot smoother if you would just lighten up a little. I mean gosh is this your persona? A strong, silent guy who has no sense of humor?"
"Not everyone is as peppy as you. Some might find it annoying." Dave shot back.
"Sorry. Just trying to get to know you better. Ooooh it's finished booting." Lincoln reached over Dave to key in his login credentials.
"Here we go. Now you just acces—"
"Yeah I got it Linc thanks." Dave said as he began to play around with the software. It resembled the operating system that was used in the FBI, but appeared to be more advance. He used the touchpad on the laptop to try and initiate a search though various government databases for Kevin Lansen's information. He looked up at Lincoln who had his attention on the screen, curious as to what Dave would do. Secretly he knew Dave had no idea what he was doing and he found joy in this. Dave didn't want to ask for his help. He knew he'd find what he was looking for eventually.
"You know Dave..." Lincoln began.
"I don't need any help. I got it." Dave shot back. He started to click random tabs, links and whatever else was clickable on the screen to try and find the criminal database search function. Time passed and he became visibly frustrated, still refusing to ask his partner for help.
"Ugh look Dave clearly you don't know what you're doing so let me help you." Lincoln reached over and took the laptop away from the agent. He used the touchpad to click on a link Dave seemed to have missed and a screen popup, displaying the words "US Government Data Search".
"OK we'll just type in his name; Kevin Lansen, Los Angeles California, White Male, age range 25-40, brown hair, green eyes...there." A few seconds later a match was found.
"Done and done" Lincoln said, looking at Dave, who merely grunted. Dave slid the laptop back in front of him.
"You have access to all the data the government has on this guy. FBI records, DMV, NCIS etc. I'll be upstairs if you need me." Lincoln left the room in a hurry. Dave sighed and began to read over the records.
"Let's see. Hmm criminal record, no surprise. Looks like minor crimes. Robbery, assault & battery, petty a punk." He continued to read the various records and reports when he noticed something interesting.
"Son of a bitch." Dave said loudly.
Los Angeles County Police Report
Case Number: DB 26/02/10 3277
Incident: Domestic Battery
Reporting Officer: Deputy Randall Floxen
Date of Incident: February 26th 2010
Assailant: Kevin Martin Lansen
Victim: Cheryl Anne Gillett
Dave noticed the name of the victim; Cheryl Gillett, the first victim. Dave knew that he was now on the right track. Kevin had previous interactions with the two victims and opportunity. Kevin also had lots of rage, which he tended to take out on women.
"Hey Linc... oh yeah." Dave remember that Lincoln said he was headed upstairs so he got up from behind the desk and headed out the door, looking for him. He made his way into the center of the large, hub-like room and looked up.
"What the hell?" Dave saw bazaar blue lights flashing through glass windows. He walked closer and could hear a faint cry. He turned around and looked at the people walking by, ignoring what was happening above.
"Must be a normal thing around here." Dave wanted to know what was happening up there, especially since Lincoln may be in there. He sprinted up the staircase and walked around a corner where he noticed a large metal door with a small window near the top. He walked over to it and peered though. The blue lights blinded him, making it impossible to see anything inside. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He stepped in the room and gasped at what he saw. Lincoln was being tortured.
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