Part 12: Chapter 3-3
So now we’re at the Campus, wherein is a guy who was in a photo Jack had in her purse, along with Jack herself, Natalie the dead girl who somehow wound up in a sewer, and one other girl. Not much of a lead, but a lead.
Nothing can be done with whoever this girl is. Upstairs…
“Agent Mcpherson FBI, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you…if you have the time.”
Ahaha, this guy is a neckbeard.
“May I come in?”
“Jeez! Sorry I asked.”
“Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud…”
“Did you know a Natalie Kenworth?”Short, brunette, strangled with a pillowcase, carted to a sewer, vivisected? Seemed oddly cheerful about it in her autopsy picture?
“So, I imagine you also know that she was murdered about a month ago?”
And he was an absolutely terrible officer. Why he did vomit on my shoes?
“Yeah, I know, but I would appreciate if you could remind me…how did you know her? Friend? Just a classmate? Were you intimate?”
“A student in criminology, huh? Did you ever get Professor Pratt?”
“Does he still have bad B.O.?”
“Body odor…in other words he stinks.”
“Do you know Cynthia Woods?”Medium height, bald except for an inexplicable ponytail, looks just like Jack from Mass Effect, very, very dead?
“Are you sure? Maybe a photo would help.”
“So, you’re not close to Cynthia?”
“She was found brutally murdered in an abandoned apartment building.”
My alibi is that I’m a neckbeard!
“Mia’s the other girl in the picture?”
“Your thesis, what’s the subject?”
…well, that’s just a stunningly contrived coincidence.
“Well, you don’t say.”
“You could say that…yes. Do you mind if I take a look at it?”
"OK, can I have the copy now?"
And Goony McGoonerson walks off to
…thanks, Vickie.
The dirty magazine over here is…
Ew. The poster over on the door to the right…
…is nothing important. Even though you’d *think* Vickie could dust that for prints.
The shelf all the way over on the left? No.
The wine goblet over yonder…
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The pile of trash on the floor here…
Bingo. He surely won’t miss this.
“Thanks a lot. I’ll be sure to read it.”
Shave, take a bath, get rid of that giant wad of flypaper hanging from…oh, you meant on the thesis.
“Will do. You’re not planning on leaving the country?”
“Fine, thanks for your cooperation and I’ll be in touch.”
Back downstairs, Miller rings Vickie’s cell.
“Hello?”
“What’s up?”
“No need, I know who she is…she’s Vaclav’s neighbor. Actually, I just finished the interview.”
“He’s harmless. Anyways he doesn’t fit the profile. But I did nick a little something with prints. I’m taking it over to Claire for comparisons.”
“I know. Call me if you get anything interesting out of the roommate.”
“Bye.”
And it’s back to the truck, and back to Claire.
All the bloody way back to Claire.
“Hi Claire.”
“Can you check this bottle out for prints and compare them to the partials you got on victims 4 and 5? I don’t think we’ll hit anything but I’m curious.”
“But a cat has nine lives.”The forests of Timber have changed, but the owls are still around.
“Sure. Remind me where the stuff is.”…don’t you work here?
“OK, I’ll be right back.”
Upstairs and over here…
The stuff we need is on the left.
Unscrew the top off of the print powder.
Grab the brush.
Dip it in the powder. Use it on the bottle over there.
Grab some of this tape. Use it on the various prints on the bottle until you get one the game likes (it’ll make your cursor turn into a magnifying glass).
Huzzah. Now run all the way back downstairs to Claire.
“I’m all done with the prints.”
“Back to my Dad’s. I’ve got some reading to do.”
“OK thanks a lot.”
Back to our jeep, back to Pat’s house of fun.
“Hi, Dad.”
Oh god no.
“Oh jeez…sorry, Dad I forgot. I have time now.”Noooooooo
“It’s not a problem, Dad. A promise is a promise.”
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BONUS GAME! As you can see, above we have a recipe for making gingerbread cookies! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make your own gingerbread cookies specifically following the recipe! You must document your culinary adventures photographically and post it in this thread. To clarify again, make cookies out of 1 cup of love, ½ cup of generosity, 2 cups of commitment, 1 cup of sweetness, ½ cup of integrity, 1 table spoon of romance, 1 tea spoon of sensuality, and 1 “Common Sense”. Substitute whatever the hell you think fits these ideas, but make cookies out of em, bake em and take pictures of em. The one I like best will receive an avatar and title of their choosing! I may or may not be joining in, but I probably will, if I do not go completely insane first. Cookies!