Finding the serial killer

Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Jake’s POV

“It’s done.” Was one thing I heard on the call and picked up the car to run to the Westin High school, not alone though I would’ve like it, the FBI guy followed me and Emily. I don’t know why Captain won't say anything that he is meddling into the case even without the court order to take over. We can't really do anything if he isn’t taking the stand, we are still just the subordinates and we don’t really want to mess the chances if FBI ever take over.

So. We. Stay. Quiet.

“These are the names of every one of those students.” The man at the surveillance room said handing us the name on that five-page-long list. Freaking five page, well, still better than what I supposed. I thought I would have the entire student’s population on my hands to deal with.

That’s a f*****g relief.

Not a relief at all.

That’s a lot to sift through. Maybe about two hundred, to three, four hundred names. Of course, it was the rush hour not every student is right on time.

“What should we do?” Emily spoke. “That’ll take too much time.”

“Let’s try to filter it.” FBI guy jumped before I can say the same. “You guys won't be stupid enough to not have a profile on your hands, do you?” this man makes me cringe so hard. I don’t need him judging our department.

But I still said. “We have the rough profile of the delivery guy. Of course, he’s a guy, so let’s filter out all the males from the list. Also, was a little on the shorter side. probably 5’9—’10.”

“Awesome. Everyone under six feet. Check them in.”

“Yeah.” We turned away from his face to the once who really was important right now, the surveillance guy.

I heard the FBI guy hum. “Call me when it’s done.” Does he mean he’s leaving, I turned to look at him. He pulled out his phone from him pocket and began touching his finger across the screen. “I got to check in with my superior for the order.” And left right after. I'm fussed at his behavior but also relieved he’s gone. His judgy look is too much to take, and I'm afraid if he really gets the court order, I'll be stuck with him and his judgy eyes.

Hateful. Hateful.

I hope captain tries his hardest to not let them be the driver of this car.

“I'll get it done.” Black-shirt guy took the papers back and began doing something on the computer, clicking and tapping and scrolling, I can't really see what he was doing. We waited five minutes, and I guess this time it didn’t took too long, probably he had just to filter the things we mentioned and it was done. We exited the room with a page-long profile on our hands.

This time about fifty names and one sheet of paper. All divided into their years. So we have no freshmen, eleven sophomores, twenty-something juniors and rests are all seniors.

We exited one place only to enter another. The principal’s office to hand her the sheet and made our requests. Though this woman still gives me this weird look and shocking chills I still stayed with a casual smile on my face, nothing too creepy. “Please call these students.” Emily handled the business with her.

“Sure.” She slid up from her seat and made a call. The same man with a smile stuck on his face showed up. She gave him those papers. “Take care of it.” is what I heard she told him and like he understood her, he left immediately.

Of course, we can't openly interrogate all those students. It’s gonna give us a hefty lawsuit from their parents and a bad reputation, but one way to do that is more efficient and smoother is the one I have in my head.

When we got to know that the students are all at the auditorium like we asked. I asked the principal to just record the students introducing themselves. That’ll be easier for Jerry to recognize the voice. And we won't even have to tell the kinds why they were interrogated. It doesn’t even have to be video recording, audio is just more than fine.

She liked my idea more and did just that.

It took about an hour and we have all the recordings. Except a few students we were told weren’t present today. Two actually, both seniors. Setting off from the school we went— not to the FBI guy— but to Jerry. I'm not going to call that broody man and tell him to come here. this is our case, we’ve been working over it for these many days and he wants to jump in and get everything from our hands. We need it done as fast now that we have a trail to follow. Maybe we will have a chance to keep this case away from strange strangers.

Jerry has now plugged in his earphones and is deep into listening the audio file while Emily and I sit sipping some drink he gave us and I have no idea what this is, only know that it’s fizzy I don’t think it’s in the market either. But it’s surely not alcohol. I feel super sober, just a bit dizzy not from the alcohol but from this endless weight, but I feel sober.

FBI guy is on his way to this address, we never called him, he forced us to tell the address. We really didn’t want him here, but he enforced his way and we can't really deny him so yeah, welcome, welcome stranger.

“Find anything?” he pulled out a chair for himself.

“Not yet.” he joined us in the round table putting his hands down all like us. While busy eying the décor of the restaurant, it’s good that he’s shush. The renovation is almost to its last stage and I know it’s distracting, but at least he should try to look invested. There’s nothing he’s done that will make him look slightly interested into finding this guy.

However, Jerry sat undistracted with his eyes closed and the only time he opened them was the time he was done. “It’s not in here.” he exclaimed disappointed. “There is no voice that I can recognize. His voice was different. None of it match. It’s like, it’s like nothing you’ve heard before. it’s so distinct, I can't be wrong with this. I'm not wrong. No, I'm not.” I hate that he’s doubting himself.

“Could it be—” Emily started...