The Mystery of the Blotted Out Blogger -17-

FBI agents Kris Shepherd and Jake Lyon walked into the Seattle police headquarters like they owned it. Both were seasoned, Kris married in California to her partner of 14 years and Jake divorced three times. He didn't believe in gay marriage and Kris didn't believe in him, but they had been partners for 5 years and had a 100% success rate of closed cases. Captain Herrad met them, and took them straight to detectives Addison and Reed. The four updated each other and the Addison/Reed team were fuming early on--several unknown murders that they had not been told about. The FBI was not known for its helping hand to local police.

While they were reading reports, Captain Herrad entered Addison's office. "Excuse me, Chief Addison, do you know where Detective Weeble is? I haven't seen him for two days now. Vacation?"

Tina spun around toward Addy and Addy looked at her with wide eyes, then quickly looked back calmly at the captain. "He has been working in the field for a few days. he should be back by tomorrow. Something I can do?"

"No, just his car got towed. I'll have Johnson get it back," then under his breath as he left, "Figures."

The FBI agents cleared their throats simultaneously, "May we continue? Or do you need to get another detective's car out of impound first?" Addison's cell began to buzz. He glanced at it. It was speak of the oh-hell-I forgot-Weeble!

"Reed, I'll be right back, Keep our agents entertained a minute. Order some cookies and milk if need be." With that snide come back, he left the room and answered the call, "Weeble! Where the hell are you?"

"Boss, I just arrived in New Jersey, had to take a train half way, but the car is fine, listen I think I found something. They have a murder here, some MS blogger may have seen the perp and I found some surveillance cameras in the area. Should I get the tapes and bring them back or turn them over to Jersey? They are totally Snookie here."

Addison had no idea what Shookie meant, but Weeble seemed pretty sure he had something of value. "Bring them back. Take a plane. Talk to that MS blogger if you can. Listen, the FBI are here, I gotta go." "10-4, Boss. See ya soon." Snapping the phone shut, Addison walked back into his office. Agent Lyon was standing much too close to Tina. He had his hand on her back as she was bending over the desk, showing him her fake MS blog.

The New Jersey police had a problem. There was a woman who thought she saw someone in a wheel chair swing something and hit a person down, but no body was located, no missing person reports, and the woman had MS--who knows what she saw or didn't see. The Governor's wife had MS though and he was calling them for updates on a weekly basis. Every police dept. across the U.S. and Canada now knew about the MS Blogger murders, but none of them knew all the facts. Each knew some. Such is the state of security in our world. Many facts, but never all in one place. The promise of computers making our world one, has failed law enforcement horribly.

In New York City's East Village, not far from 10th street and 2nd avenue, rats were feasting on the remains of a dead 40-something caucasian man. He would be found shortly and no one would connect him with the blogger murders. The brilliant plan of the murderer had worked. And on the dead man's skull would be an ever fading impression of 18 lines.