The Donation
Chapter Twelve
Penelope’s P.O.V.
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*Author’s note: I like to place pictures of the scene so you readers have better understanding of the story*
“The blood here is the driest. And she….” I trailed off looking at a far away body, “was the last victim. Her body is turned towards the exit- she tried to run and almost made it. This worries me.”
“Well yeah,” chuckled the officer, “it’d worry anyone with a heart.”
“That’s not what I mean, officer.” I stated, distracted. “This worries me because the shooter got all the way into the cafeteria without raising alarm. Which means either the shooter is a trusted staff member or worse, another kid.”
“Who the hell would gather a bunch of kids to mass murder?” He breathed.
“Someone who has a lot of issues,” I stated.
I walked throughout the rest of the cafeteria, marking down each body and my guess of when they were killed. Each victim but the last was shot with the AK-47, the last was shot with an Uzi. Both weapons are extremely efficient and dangerous- but the killer was the complete opposite. I say this because each victim had died from a different bullet wound- he shot them in the heart and head yes, but most injuries were in the victim’s leg or wrist- places a professional wouldn’t shoot.The murder seemed to be planned out but the killer was inexperienced and sloppy. I think my theory of the shooter being a kid has become more evident.
***
I walked into the San Antonio police station, seeing my team in a conference room. I walked in and shut the door behind me, all eyes turning on me.
“Hey P,” Jade smiled.
Jackson looked up at me, “did you find any information Penelope?”
“There were 13 victims, 3 female and 10 are male. The shooter used two separate guns, an AK-47 and then finished with a Uvi.”
“Same with the other crime scenes,” nodded Mason.
“But I have a theory..” I said timidly.
“And what’s that?” Jackson intrigued.
“I feel the shooter was a kid- a teenager at least. The kills were sloppy, the injuries weren’t accurate, the unsub didn’t bring enough ammo for his first weapon. And even more so, the suspect didn’t raise any suspicions among the other kids-”
“Because he was a kid himself,” Roselyn finished.
“Call Bellarose,” commanded Jackson.
I rang her up on my phone and placed her on speaker.
“I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” jokes Bellarose.
“We could never,” I laughed. “Did you find any information?”
“Right-” she nodded, typing. “I was sent pictures of the shooters and I’ve identified all of them.”
“How did you manage to do that?” Asked Xavier.
“Because all five of them are missing kids!” She exclaimed. “Since they were missing, they were in our databases.”
“Well give us the information,” said Jade, waiting at the bulletin board.
“The first crime scene at KIPP University Prep High School, the shooter was missing kid Kirsten Shawe-"
"The second shooter was missing kid James Truelong-"
"The third is missing kid Thomas Strong-"
"The fourth is missing kid Jacob Fritter-"
"And the fifth is missing kid Jessica Frilly.”
Bellarose stated.
“Damn,” I whispered in shock. “They’re all missing?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “and for many years. None of these kids have been seen since 2008- 10 years ago.”
“And how old were these kids now?” I pondered.
“Kirsten was 18, James was 19, Thomas was 16, Jacob was 17, and Jessica was 16.”
“So my theory about them being kids was right. They’re all pretty damn close in age- why do you think they were all taken at such young ages?” I remarked.
“Honestly, P,” said Jackson as he rubbed his face. “If our earlier theory of someone kidnapping and brainwashing the kids into killers is true, I believe they were taken at a young age because they’re easier to manipulate.”
“No I get that, Jackson. But what I don’t understand is why not try older kids. I mean, don’t you have to buy younger kids diapers, potty train them, teach them how to dress and how to act- I mean wouldn’t the suspect not what to do extra work?”
“But you’re thinking of a typical unsub,” comments Xavier. “This unsub has held these kids for 10 years- this is no normal kidnapper.”
I nodded in defeat and leaned back in my chair. “The unsub didn’t teach the kids well, though,” I commented.“What makes you say that?” Asks Jackson.
“Look at the wounds of the victims,” I started. “The shooter didn’t have good aim or accuracy if you ask me.”
They all nodded in response. “Yeah that was the same for me as well,” commented Jade.
“Same here,” agreed everyone else.
We sat in a moment of silence.
“Well that is definitely something we need to look into..” trailed off Jackson as he stood up, hitting his folders on the table.
***
It was 8 p.m. and we all decided to resort to the hotel for the night. I sat in my bed, flipping through the case folders.
“God I can’t even forget about the case for the night,” I groaned, smacking my head with the folders.
I set the folders on my nightstand and picked up my cell phone. I decided to send a little message to Harry to see how he’s doing.
From: Me
Hey babe- how’re you doing?
I instantly got a read receipt and saw him typing.
From: Harry
I’m good- really good. How’re you? How’s the baby? Did your day go okay?
I chuckled at his message, imagining his smile in my brain.
From: Me
I’m great (: The baby is just fine and my day was good.
From: Harry
I’m glad, baby girl. Not feeling overstressed?
From: Me
Nope ((: Talking to you helps.
From: Harry
I’m happy that I can help. I need to head to bed, but sleep well, okay?
From: Me
Rest well my love :)x
I set my phone down and plugged it in, turning off my light and flipping to the other side of my bed. I covered myself in the blankets and curled up, feeling my eyes grow heavy.
***
“I’m sorry you guys,” I rushed as I ran into the conference room. “Taxi driver was a little lost.”
I took a seat around the table like everyone else, cracking open my Coke and tuning into the conversation.
“It’s all good, P.” Jackson smiled. “Now that we’re all here- anything new?” He called to Bellarose who was on speaker.
“Right,” she spoke. “So the phrase doesn’t have one source- it’s a message without origin...Oh and if our hunch is right, a young boy went missing two months ago- it might be related; but I found some interesting facts about all the targeted schools.”
“And that is?” Mason asked.
“Don’t rush me,” Bellarose chuckled. “Each school had one common denominator- a rape case.”
“Elaborate, Bella.” Spoke Jackson.
“Each school had at least one rape case with different victims, but they were handled by the same judge, same courthouse, but different juries. So I ran out of ideas until I dug a little bit further and guess who all cases are connected with?” She exclaimed.
“Who?” I asked.
“They all had the exact same court reporter, Evelyn Tryan.” She said matter-of-fact.
Jackson cleared his throat, “Bella please send-”
“Her work and home address have been sent. Be safe!” She cried.
My phone rang from Bellarose’s message. We quickly jumped in our cars, police cars trailing behind. Our sirens blaring, we raced down the streets as I gave Jackson directions. Our second car split to go to her work address while we drove to her home. I bit by bit saw as the level of classes change. We went from skyscrapers and penthouses to single bedroom houses and big plots of land.
“It’s the next house on the right,” I called.
Jackson turned in front of her house and looked back at us. “Does everyone have their vests on, guns loaded, and safety off?”
We nodded in response, checking our weapons just in case. “Let’s move in,” Jackson commanded.
We followed behind Jackson, he opened the unlocked door and stormed inside. I, being at the back of the pack, trailed behind. Mason and Jade went down the left hallway, Noah and Roselyn went down the right hallway, Xavier, Jackson, and I headed towards the main space.
Instantly we saw Evelyn, holding a small child with a gun to his head.
“Get out!” She shouted in anger, the kid crying in her arms.
“You know we can’t do that,” Jackson said calmly. “Now put the child down and let me see your hands.”
“No! I have purpose! I made purpose!” She sobbed.
I cleared my throat and set my gun back in it’s hollister, walking slowly towards her. “Look, we know about the rape cases- we know that is why you’re doing this.”
She broke down into hysterics, “those victims! Their rapist got away and wasn’t ever charged. They went through what I went through! I wanted to protect them.”
“But this isn’t the way, Evelyn.” I cooed. “Hurting innocent children won’t make the rapists go away for life- all it does is put you in jail. Now please, if you want to help those rape victims put down the child and let us see your hands because if you’re alive, you can testify against the rapists who never got rightfully put away.”
She began to calm down and set down the child, wiping her eyes from the tears. She tossed the gun on the counter and put her hands in the air.
Jackson put her in handcuffs and began to tell her the rights she has while the rest of us exited the house. The little boy that she had was the missing child- and he was rightfully returned to his mother. Days like this is why I do what I do.
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*Author’s note: I like to place pictures of the scene so you readers have better understanding of the story*
“The blood here is the driest. And she….” I trailed off looking at a far away body, “was the last victim. Her body is turned towards the exit- she tried to run and almost made it. This worries me.”
“Well yeah,” chuckled the officer, “it’d worry anyone with a heart.”
“That’s not what I mean, officer.” I stated, distracted. “This worries me because the shooter got all the way into the cafeteria without raising alarm. Which means either the shooter is a trusted staff member or worse, another kid.”
“Who the hell would gather a bunch of kids to mass murder?” He breathed.
“Someone who has a lot of issues,” I stated.
I walked throughout the rest of the cafeteria, marking down each body and my guess of when they were killed. Each victim but the last was shot with the AK-47, the last was shot with an Uzi. Both weapons are extremely efficient and dangerous- but the killer was the complete opposite. I say this because each victim had died from a different bullet wound- he shot them in the heart and head yes, but most injuries were in the victim’s leg or wrist- places a professional wouldn’t shoot.The murder seemed to be planned out but the killer was inexperienced and sloppy. I think my theory of the shooter being a kid has become more evident.
***
I walked into the San Antonio police station, seeing my team in a conference room. I walked in and shut the door behind me, all eyes turning on me.
“Hey P,” Jade smiled.
Jackson looked up at me, “did you find any information Penelope?”
“There were 13 victims, 3 female and 10 are male. The shooter used two separate guns, an AK-47 and then finished with a Uvi.”
“Same with the other crime scenes,” nodded Mason.
“But I have a theory..” I said timidly.
“And what’s that?” Jackson intrigued.
“I feel the shooter was a kid- a teenager at least. The kills were sloppy, the injuries weren’t accurate, the unsub didn’t bring enough ammo for his first weapon. And even more so, the suspect didn’t raise any suspicions among the other kids-”
“Because he was a kid himself,” Roselyn finished.
“Call Bellarose,” commanded Jackson.
I rang her up on my phone and placed her on speaker.
“I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” jokes Bellarose.
“We could never,” I laughed. “Did you find any information?”
“Right-” she nodded, typing. “I was sent pictures of the shooters and I’ve identified all of them.”
“How did you manage to do that?” Asked Xavier.
“Because all five of them are missing kids!” She exclaimed. “Since they were missing, they were in our databases.”
“Well give us the information,” said Jade, waiting at the bulletin board.
“The first crime scene at KIPP University Prep High School, the shooter was missing kid Kirsten Shawe-"
"The second shooter was missing kid James Truelong-"
"The third is missing kid Thomas Strong-"
"The fourth is missing kid Jacob Fritter-"
"And the fifth is missing kid Jessica Frilly.”
Bellarose stated.
“Damn,” I whispered in shock. “They’re all missing?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “and for many years. None of these kids have been seen since 2008- 10 years ago.”
“And how old were these kids now?” I pondered.
“Kirsten was 18, James was 19, Thomas was 16, Jacob was 17, and Jessica was 16.”
“So my theory about them being kids was right. They’re all pretty damn close in age- why do you think they were all taken at such young ages?” I remarked.
“Honestly, P,” said Jackson as he rubbed his face. “If our earlier theory of someone kidnapping and brainwashing the kids into killers is true, I believe they were taken at a young age because they’re easier to manipulate.”
“No I get that, Jackson. But what I don’t understand is why not try older kids. I mean, don’t you have to buy younger kids diapers, potty train them, teach them how to dress and how to act- I mean wouldn’t the suspect not what to do extra work?”
“But you’re thinking of a typical unsub,” comments Xavier. “This unsub has held these kids for 10 years- this is no normal kidnapper.”
I nodded in defeat and leaned back in my chair. “The unsub didn’t teach the kids well, though,” I commented.“What makes you say that?” Asks Jackson.
“Look at the wounds of the victims,” I started. “The shooter didn’t have good aim or accuracy if you ask me.”
They all nodded in response. “Yeah that was the same for me as well,” commented Jade.
“Same here,” agreed everyone else.
We sat in a moment of silence.
“Well that is definitely something we need to look into..” trailed off Jackson as he stood up, hitting his folders on the table.
***
It was 8 p.m. and we all decided to resort to the hotel for the night. I sat in my bed, flipping through the case folders.
“God I can’t even forget about the case for the night,” I groaned, smacking my head with the folders.
I set the folders on my nightstand and picked up my cell phone. I decided to send a little message to Harry to see how he’s doing.
From: Me
Hey babe- how’re you doing?
I instantly got a read receipt and saw him typing.
From: Harry
I’m good- really good. How’re you? How’s the baby? Did your day go okay?
I chuckled at his message, imagining his smile in my brain.
From: Me
I’m great (: The baby is just fine and my day was good.
From: Harry
I’m glad, baby girl. Not feeling overstressed?
From: Me
Nope ((: Talking to you helps.
From: Harry
I’m happy that I can help. I need to head to bed, but sleep well, okay?
From: Me
Rest well my love :)x
I set my phone down and plugged it in, turning off my light and flipping to the other side of my bed. I covered myself in the blankets and curled up, feeling my eyes grow heavy.
***
“I’m sorry you guys,” I rushed as I ran into the conference room. “Taxi driver was a little lost.”
I took a seat around the table like everyone else, cracking open my Coke and tuning into the conversation.
“It’s all good, P.” Jackson smiled. “Now that we’re all here- anything new?” He called to Bellarose who was on speaker.
“Right,” she spoke. “So the phrase doesn’t have one source- it’s a message without origin...Oh and if our hunch is right, a young boy went missing two months ago- it might be related; but I found some interesting facts about all the targeted schools.”
“And that is?” Mason asked.
“Don’t rush me,” Bellarose chuckled. “Each school had one common denominator- a rape case.”
“Elaborate, Bella.” Spoke Jackson.
“Each school had at least one rape case with different victims, but they were handled by the same judge, same courthouse, but different juries. So I ran out of ideas until I dug a little bit further and guess who all cases are connected with?” She exclaimed.
“Who?” I asked.
“They all had the exact same court reporter, Evelyn Tryan.” She said matter-of-fact.
Jackson cleared his throat, “Bella please send-”
“Her work and home address have been sent. Be safe!” She cried.
My phone rang from Bellarose’s message. We quickly jumped in our cars, police cars trailing behind. Our sirens blaring, we raced down the streets as I gave Jackson directions. Our second car split to go to her work address while we drove to her home. I bit by bit saw as the level of classes change. We went from skyscrapers and penthouses to single bedroom houses and big plots of land.
“It’s the next house on the right,” I called.
Jackson turned in front of her house and looked back at us. “Does everyone have their vests on, guns loaded, and safety off?”
We nodded in response, checking our weapons just in case. “Let’s move in,” Jackson commanded.
We followed behind Jackson, he opened the unlocked door and stormed inside. I, being at the back of the pack, trailed behind. Mason and Jade went down the left hallway, Noah and Roselyn went down the right hallway, Xavier, Jackson, and I headed towards the main space.
Instantly we saw Evelyn, holding a small child with a gun to his head.
“Get out!” She shouted in anger, the kid crying in her arms.
“You know we can’t do that,” Jackson said calmly. “Now put the child down and let me see your hands.”
“No! I have purpose! I made purpose!” She sobbed.
I cleared my throat and set my gun back in it’s hollister, walking slowly towards her. “Look, we know about the rape cases- we know that is why you’re doing this.”
She broke down into hysterics, “those victims! Their rapist got away and wasn’t ever charged. They went through what I went through! I wanted to protect them.”
“But this isn’t the way, Evelyn.” I cooed. “Hurting innocent children won’t make the rapists go away for life- all it does is put you in jail. Now please, if you want to help those rape victims put down the child and let us see your hands because if you’re alive, you can testify against the rapists who never got rightfully put away.”
She began to calm down and set down the child, wiping her eyes from the tears. She tossed the gun on the counter and put her hands in the air.
Jackson put her in handcuffs and began to tell her the rights she has while the rest of us exited the house. The little boy that she had was the missing child- and he was rightfully returned to his mother. Days like this is why I do what I do.
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