Hall of Justice: Saturday Fandom Time
Linz let out a small groan as she pushed herself away from her desk and tried to work out the knot in her shoulders. While her instincts and DNA tests had proven her right, she was still no closer to finding the serial killer who had kidnapped his latest victim.
That is until Jacobi showed up. "Got something," he said dropping a file on her temporary desk. Which actually was her old desk but Tom made a point to tell her it was still just "temporary" every day.
"God, please tell me the guy just walked into the station and confessed," Lindsay complained.
"Not quite," Jacobi said with a small grin as he pushed the file closer to his old partner. "Those hair fibers Claire found had paint on them. It's a specialty paint used in the restoration of old cars from the '50s and only one dealer in town uses it."
Lindsay grinned. "Well that certainly narrows things down, now doesn't it?"
"Oh, but there's more," Jacobi smirked as he dropped the other file on her desk. "The owner of the shop is one John Harris. His 15-year-old daughter disappeared 16 years ago and her remains weren't found until 2003."
"Well that doesn't exactly fit our killer's MO," Linz said paging through the case file. "Though it's one hell of a coincidence."
"Speaking of coincidences... you might want to take a look at who was the lead investigator of the Harris case."
Jacobi was in too good of a mood at the moment. Lindsay shot him a suspicious look which turned into a glare when she saw who that investigator was. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Looks to me like we're going to have a family reunion," Jacobi chuckled as he began to walk away.
"You want me to talk with him?" Linz asked. "Oh, hell no."
"Oh, come on Lindsay," Jacobi called back over his shoulder. "You know he's just dying to see you."
Lindsay cursed a few more times under her breath as she slapped the file down on her desk.
Marty Fucking Boxer.
Also known as "Dear Ol' Dad."
Worst trip home. Ever.
[NFB due to distance]
That is until Jacobi showed up. "Got something," he said dropping a file on her temporary desk. Which actually was her old desk but Tom made a point to tell her it was still just "temporary" every day.
"God, please tell me the guy just walked into the station and confessed," Lindsay complained.
"Not quite," Jacobi said with a small grin as he pushed the file closer to his old partner. "Those hair fibers Claire found had paint on them. It's a specialty paint used in the restoration of old cars from the '50s and only one dealer in town uses it."
Lindsay grinned. "Well that certainly narrows things down, now doesn't it?"
"Oh, but there's more," Jacobi smirked as he dropped the other file on her desk. "The owner of the shop is one John Harris. His 15-year-old daughter disappeared 16 years ago and her remains weren't found until 2003."
"Well that doesn't exactly fit our killer's MO," Linz said paging through the case file. "Though it's one hell of a coincidence."
"Speaking of coincidences... you might want to take a look at who was the lead investigator of the Harris case."
Jacobi was in too good of a mood at the moment. Lindsay shot him a suspicious look which turned into a glare when she saw who that investigator was. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Looks to me like we're going to have a family reunion," Jacobi chuckled as he began to walk away.
"You want me to talk with him?" Linz asked. "Oh, hell no."
"Oh, come on Lindsay," Jacobi called back over his shoulder. "You know he's just dying to see you."
Lindsay cursed a few more times under her breath as she slapped the file down on her desk.
Marty Fucking Boxer.
Also known as "Dear Ol' Dad."
Worst trip home. Ever.
[NFB due to distance]