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#2012-11-09 01:43:25, as written by Erik7622

The road that led to Cartwright Falls snaked through the woods in confusing turns, weaving around hills rather than plowing over or through them. Thomas Barton supposed that was a good thing for the car's fuel economy, but not so much for his arms. If he had to slow down for a gradual U-turn again, he had half a mind to drive the car straight off the end. Not that that was a good idea, or one he would ever follow through on. However, he was to say the least a bit irritated.

He was glad to have a partner with this case, however. He hated being stuck having to handle all aspects of the investigation. The thinking, the diagramming, the mapping, all of those he could handle, but talking to people was not necessarily his strong suit. He preferred to observe and think. He did well on the last case, long and painful though it was. He didn't have to talk to many people after the initial phase, but was instead preoccupied with observing and following the suspect, noting abnormalities, and gathering evidence, before finally presenting the evidence and attaining an arrest warrant. The trial for that sick individual was set to begin soon, but Barton would be unavailable to testify. His notes were among the primary evidence.

In the distance, Barton noted a sign ahead. Welcome to Cartwright Falls, it read. He smiled. "We're almost there, Simon," he muttered to his partner. "Time to find the Sheriff. We might make the autopsy if we're lucky." Barton checked the time on his watch. Nine-fifteen. What time would they run an autopsy, and how long would it run? He didn't know, he had to admit that. Better to stop by the Sheriff's office first rather than jump the gun. They had primary jurisdiction here, but Sheriff—Carter—was their primary link to the local area, and right now their first priority.

The Sheriff's office was easy enough to find, with a sign clearly marking it. Barton eased the car into one of the many empty spaces and parked it. He exited the car, pulling his coat tight around him and grabbing his hat from its resting place. The clouds boded ill for rain, and knowing Washington, that meant rain was imminent. He would not be caught in the rain without his coat and hat at least.

He walked briskly up to the office, hearing Temple behind him. Quickly Barton entered, seeing the receptionist, and walked up to the desk. He fished into his coat for his badge and flashed it as he spoke. "Agent Thomas Barton, FBI. Agent Simon Temple is behind me. We're here to see Sheriff Elijah Carter." He enunciated the name carefully.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff Carter's out right now," the receptionist responded crisply. "He's at the autopsy. He should be back in a moment."

Barton quirked his lips in irritation, before nodding and leaving with a curt word of thanks. Outside, he found Deacon speaking with another man, wearing a khaki uniform. This man must be Sheriff Carter! Barton smiled a moment as he left, then walked up to the conversation silently, prepared to listen primarily, as Deacon had probably introduced them both already.

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#2012-11-09 05:29:56, as written by Eli the Walker

When it came to the team dynamic, it was a simple one that the two had worked out in very short order.

The very first thing they had worked out was the car. The former Green Beret wasn't much of a fan for long-distance driving.

He would talk, Thomas would drive. It was a fair enough trade.

After having been flown across almost the entirety of the country, the two of them had picked up the car that the Bureau had left for them. At Simon's insistence, they had already made two stops prior to even reaching the small town of Cartwright Falls. The first had been in the city before heading out in to the countryside, while the second had been at about a general half-way point to their destination. The reason had been quite a simple one. Still tired from jet lag, the former Green Beret was tearing voraciously in to yet another doughnut from the box that sat between him and his partner, and breaking his rather eager manner of eating with a deep gulp of his coffee now and again. When he hadn't been doing either of those things during their trip, he had been spending his time either idly staring out the window, or simply sleeping. As they had gotten closer to their destination, Simon had finally decided it would be in the best interest of his sleep cycle if he were to try to stay awake for the time being, and had been watching the curves of the road as they had gotten closer.

"We're almost there, Simon." He heard his partner mutter.

He said nothing, just watching as the surrounding trees, and open country changed to -- more trees and open country. Except now there were buildings to keep his eyes busy on the scenery. It was a small town, of course he had seen smaller in Afghanistan and Iraq, but it was still a bit too small for his liking. He watched the buildings that they passed. The residential, convenience stores, gas stations, a high school, the elementary, a small cafe, and not long after that cafe (see, right next door) they had found the sheriff's department. Without needing direction from Simon, which wasn't much of a change from the rest of the trip, Thomas had pulled in to the parking lot. They came to a stop and had gotten out. Dressed in a lighter colored suit, with a black button-up undershirt, and a heavy leather trench coat on to block the rain: Simon had followed in step behind his partner. He, however, stopped just inside the lobby, and had held his position at the door. Even at that distance, though it was hardly much of a distance to speak of, he could still hear the exchange. Not one he liked, either.

The Bronco he saw pull up in to the parking lot, however, was something he welcomed.

"SHERIFF" emblazoned on the side let him know who it was.

One last glance at his partner and Simon headed out the front door again. He moved to intercept the Sherriff as he stepped from his truck, with Simon retrieving a badge from underneath his coat.

"Sheriff Carter, I presume?" He began, "My name is Special Agent Simon Temple. I'm with the FBI. My partner and I are here on orders to investigate the recent case that happened here in town involving one Julian Bishop. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."

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#2012-11-09 12:41:56, as written by Bosch

Carter parked the Bronco in his space in front of the Sheriff’s Department and glanced at the car he didn’t recognise parked to the left. At the top of the small set of stairs in front of the Department stood a man in a suit without a tie who Eli could feel looking at him.

“Sheriff Carter, I presume?" The man began, "My name is Special Agent Simon Temple. I'm with the FBI. My partner and I are here on orders to investigate the recent case that happened here in town involving one Julian Bishop. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."

“Pleased to meet you, Agent Temple. I’m Sheriff Elijah Carter but everybody calls me Eli. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you guys. I’ve set up a room for us in back. If you want to get you partner and meet me in the conference room.”

While the FBI agents made their way to the conference room Eli looked for one of his Deputies but most where still out with the search parties. He noticed the back of Hayden’s brunette head which was buried in some paper work but he guessed she wasn’t really reading the page in front of her. It was no secret Hayden wanted to get out of Cartwright Falls and a couple of time she’d expressed interest in the FBI.

“Hayden I need you in the conference room. You’re gonna be babysitting one of these suits.”

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Once everyone had found a seat after getting a cup of coffee and a donut from the buffet Justine the receptionist had left out Eli grabbed a long ruler and started pointing to a collection a photos, maps and documents pinned to a board in the front of the room.

“Uh… Morning everybody. Sorry I wasn’t here to welcome our guests but I was at the Preliminary autopsy of Julian Bishop. We’re still waiting on Toxi… Toxiacal… the uh… science stuff.”

He cleared his throat and pointed the ruler to the map.

“We found the body here, and have search groups in these areas. To be honest given how far away Julian was found it’s unlikely they’ll turn anything up. Gives the locals a purpose though, you know stop ‘em worrying.”

He swallowed hard and continued.

“The autopsy was the damnedest thing. Bastard cut up the boy pretty bad.”

Eli reached over and pressed the intercom button.

“Justine could you bring those files from the Doc.”

“Yes Sheriff.”

Justine entered seconds later with multiple copies of the transcript from Doctor Lawson’s preliminary autopsy. As she handed Agent Barton his file she smiled faintly.

“That’s fine Justine.” Eli said gently knowing the old woman had taken a shine to out of towners before. Last thing he needed was the FBI picking up a stalker in their first hour. She was harmless enough just a little screwy.

After they had read the report Eli introduced Hayden.

“I was thinking we should split up to cover more ground, one Agent and one Sheriff. Most of my people are out on the search teams but the tired looking one there is Deputy Hayden Montgomery, she’s one of our brightest, even going to school to be a head shrinker. She can take one of you round town while I take the other.”

He finally set the ruler down and took a swig of his coffee.

“Now the way I see it we need to conduct more interviews with family and friends. Maybe you guys can shake something loose. We need to learn more about those markings on Julian and wait for the rest of the autopsy. There’s also a bar called Choppers that’s popular with Truckers I’ve been going up there most nights and asking the freight jockeys if they saw anything. So far no cigar but I’ll keep trying.”

Eli sat in his seat and took another swig of coffee.

“Whadda you guys think?”

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#2012-11-10 18:15:42, as written by ~Lonesome Butterfly~

Tiff had every intention of sitting in the cafe as she sipped down her Cappuccino, however when Eli pulled up and made his way over towards one of the men she had seen exiting the unfamiliar car earlier, the amateur P.I. bug inside of her began to squirm, and she couldn't help but quietly slip through the front door and take a seat on a bench underneath the cafe's front window - where she could JUST hear the conversation between the two men;

"Sheriff Carter, I presume?" the stranger began "My name is Special Agent Simon Temple. I'm with the FBI. My partner and I are here on orders to investigate the recent case that happened here in town involving one Julian Bishop. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."

The two wouldn't stay outside for much longer before Eli made mention of a conference room and the two would walk inside the Sheriffs office.
Tiffany, not quite keen on snooping on Carters territory, cussed under her breath and quickly downed the rest of her drink, before leaving the empty cup on the bench and sulking over towards the Sheriff stations front door to peek through its windows.

"That must be the other fed..." she muttered to herself, as she watched the three men and a young woman she recognized as Hayden Montgomery - one of the many deputies she has bugged over the last few years - all walk to a room in the back.
On a normal day this would be were she'd cut ties, and refuse to snoop any further. However, since most the other deputies where out in the field helping with the search parties, she felt a lot more at ease with the idea of QUICKLY snooping inside the big-house, and after fiddling with her hair for a few brief seconds, Tiff opened the door and went inside.

"Tiffany dear, how are you this morning!??" the older secretary asked with a warm welcoming smile.
Justine was one of the few people in town who actually gave Tiff the benefit of the doubt, and was happy to see her turn her life around.
"Oh, hey Justine, i'm um, totally fine. Just a little chilly but what else is new!?"
She knew she might as well turn around after smiling towards the old woman, because there was no way she could snoop effectively now. Whether she was caught or not she'd feel guilty for essentially "letting a sweet old lady down". So instead of being sneaky, she tried simply being blunt;
"So Justine, any tidbits you can tell me about those two fedarales in there? I mean, i'm dying here for something good!"

The woman just smiled and shook her head - something Tiff completely expected.
"Sorry hunny, even if i wanted to tell ya it all i don't know much, they just arrived...."
Tiffany sighed softly before pushing herself up and sitting on the counter-top, something most of the deputies hated but Justine didn't mind. The two would engage in idle chit-chat for a short while before Elis voice crackled through on the intercom system.

Her ears would perk up at the mention of a file, and as Justine walked away from her with it she'd simply stare. However when the woman walked into the conference room Tiff couldn't resist the urge to hop down from the counter and jog over to the now partially open door. But before she could even hear anything Justine popped back outside it and the two nearly ran into one another.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry for running into you like that, you okay!?" the shocked woman would ask, and Tiff would shake her head "yes".
"I just wanted to um, see what was going on in there, ya know....my fault."
The secretary would roll her eyes playfully before grabbing Tiffs hand and attempting to pull her away. "Come on dear, there's nothing either one of us are aloud to hear in there."

Acting quick on her feet Tiffany pulled out her smaller notepad and slid it over towards the conference room door, which was now several feet away thanks to the secretary.
"Oh wait, hold up, i dropped my notepad!" she'd let out, before pulling her hand out of Justines grasp and walking over to retrieve her trusty pad. But instead of picking it up and leaving, Tiffany stayed knelt down on the ground - acting as if she was fiddling through the pages for something, but in reality she was trying to hear what was going on through the still cracked door.

She'd hear Eli mention a bar she was quite familiar with before Justine would whisper for her to "come on". After a deep sigh she'd begin to stand, but without thinking she'd go to use the door, which wasn't fully closed, as support....and stumbled inside the conference room - landing on one knee.

"Shit!" she thought, before swiping her ponytail out of her face and quickly hopping to her feet.
"So um, hey yall! Don't mind me, just um dropped my pad here out my bag and that's all, promise!" she'd ramble, before doing a quick little wave and then running out of the room - shutting the door behind her.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she muttered, as she walked past Justine and towards the front desk.
"Are you okay hun? That fall looked-"
"Oh it was nothing, trust me, i've had worse growing up. I hate to be short but im gonna get out of here hun, just um, thought of somewhere i should be!"
And with that the slightly flustered young woman would fly out the Sheriffs office and across the street into The Observers building.

"Oh hey look who it is, get anything good in those nice little hot pats!?" one of her fellow journalist - the ever piggish Joshua Potter - spat out with a cocky smile. Tiff would simply smile while flipping him off, as she made her way towards Mikes office in the back of the first floor.

"I already know that! I'm sick of hearing the same ol' shit about this-" her boss would suddenly break from yelling into his receiver when she walked in, and would end his call in a much more pleasant tone; "-let me call you back in five minutes okay?"

It wouldn't even take two minutes to go over what she had so far; a self-rundown of the recording, and the small tidbit she had heard from the conference. Tiff would purposely leave out a lot of what she heard on the tape - claiming it to not be as clear as she'd like it to be - since she knew it wouldn't be wise to post the entire report in the local paper, however she gave enough to pacify Mikes frustration - for now.

"Well, i expect a rough draft before i leave this afternoon. Would prefer you get something more juicy to throw in there before you submit it though. Perhaps head over to that bar you heard everyone's favorite sheriff mention? Of course be safe and all.....k?"
Michael wouldn't even wait for a response before picking up his phone again and dialing furiously.

"Yeah okay, sure, i'll be safe." TIff mumbled as she rolled her eyes and strolled out of the crammed office, knowing full well Mikes little safety comment was completely disingenuous, and he cared much more about her just getting him a decent story.

A few minutes and a brisk jog up a flight of stairs later Tiffany was back inside her apartment, and as soon as she hit her door she heard whines coming from inside her place.
"Oh no!" she said, before running inside and making her way towards her bedroom, where alone in the corner, all cooped up in her kennel, was her 5 month old German Sheppard/Rottweiler mixed puppy - Tequila....who she had forgotten to let out before she left.
"Oh im so sorry girl! I have no idea where my head was this morning! I've been a bad mommy haven't I!!"
But as any other puppy, Tequila didn't show any kind of ill-will, she was just happy to be free to act like her normal cheerful over-excited self.

Still feeling bad however, Tiff would sit on the floor and play with her puppy for nearly half an hour before filling up the pups food and water bowl and again leaving.

Unlike most, she was too broke to afford a car, so instead she'd pull her red & white vintage electric-bike outside the Observers front doors along side her, and make sure her messenger bag was tightly secured over her chest before hopping up on the seat and taking off for the edge of town - where Choppers sat on alone in an empty lot.

Going full speed, which on average is about thirty miles per hour, it took Tiff and her little bike 15 minutes to reach the bar.
As usual their were trucks parked in the back of the lot, and bikes parked up front, but seeing as how it was so early there were only a few - compared the usual numbers. Still, this wasn't the best place to write an article, but for some silly reason she was hoping as she wrote a nice addition to her article would just walk in and flop into her lap.

Inside she was able to find a table to herself in the corner, and hoped it was dark enough that the few folks inside would leave her be. However within a minute of her taking off her jacket and getting her notepad and other materials out a pair of bikers would take a seat at her table without even asking.

"Um, Morning boys....is there something i can do for you two?" she'd ask, doing her best to hide her annoyance under a nice tone and a semi-warm smile.
"Well little lady wanna get up there on that bar and do a little dance? That's something you could definitely do for us that we'd be sure to like, right man!?"
The two would share laugh as Tiffany rolled her eyes and began to write despite the two, after muttering out; "You wish"

She knew she was in for a long afternoon in such a place, but she couldn't shake the feeling she might get a lead, so smug comments and utterly rude advances aside, she was gonna sit right there as she wrote her article - despite how much she might wanna leave.
"I refuse to settle on another boring article about search parties! That's something all the state papers are doing. I want something more, something meaningful, and perhaps i'll get it here." Tiff would think to herself as she wrote. "If not, there was always the family of the boy.......i could try to visit them tonight! Sure, they don't appear to be talking much to the state press, but perhaps they'd give a fellow small town girl the time of day...."

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#2012-11-11 19:40:10, as written by Eli the Walker

“Pleased to meet you, Agent Temple. I’m Sheriff Elijah Carter but everybody calls me Eli. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you guys. I’ve set up a room for us in back. If you want to get you partner and meet me in the conference room.”

The former Green Beret spared a small smile, "Well, Eli, we tried to get here as soon as possible. Sorry it couldn't be sooner."

With that, he turned, and gave a small motion of the hand to Thomas to follow the Sheriff. He took up a position on the Sheriff's right flank until they had the conference room pointed out to him, and at that point he had headed there with Thomas. Stepping in to the conference room, he took up a position just down the wall from the door, leaning slightly against the wall as he waited. He and Thomas were left in the room to their own devices for all of a minute, tops, before the Sheriff had returned, and a young woman had entered behind him. Early 20s by the looks of her, dark hair, slim stature, and around -- 5'9? Her nameplate read "Montgomery" and he could only assume that she was one of his Deputies. They had both made themselves comfortable in the conference room and the Sheriff didn't waste much time in getting started, which was something that Simon appreciated. The secretary from the front desk had arrived with copies of the files and within moments all those in the room each had a copy of the coroner's report, as well as other important pieces of information about the investigation. Simon read along silently as Sheriff Carter had read through everything to them.

It was a bit -- gruesome.

To make matters worse, it brought back memories.

On the Mexican-American border, on those drug raids years back. They had been going after one of the local cartels in Mexico who had been smuggling their goods across the border. It had been in Phoenix, working with local police authorities and the FBI, and they had found out the location of one of the cartel's safe houses in that area. With FBI assets preventing communication in to our out of the safe-house, the surrounding area had been sectioned off by Arizona's finest, and an eight-man team of Green Berets with Simon acting as the senior NCO had gone in. Minimal enemy resistance, with only about fifteen members of the cartel in the place. They had tried to fight, of course, because they always did, but eight dead drug runners convinced the rest of them to surrender rather quickly. Questioning those that had surrendered had led them to an area of the safe house down in the basement where they were packing the drugs for transport. Simon had been the first man through the door in to that -- slaughterhouse. Bodies. They were planning to use bodies to move the drugs. Young, old, women, or children. None of that seemed to really matter to them. Cut open, stuffed with coke, and sewn back up. There had been blood everywhere, bodies lying about stuffed with narcotics. For whatever reason, Simon found his mind drifting back to that sick place was he looked at the coroner's photographs.

Who would want to do this to somebody? A kid, no less?

What kind of messed up freak were they dealing with?

His thoughts were interrupted, rather rudely, as his ears picked up on something. Noises, faint, from just beyond the door. Possibly female, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. As the closest person to the door, he doubted that anybody else -- and then she had come through. Simon's reaction was remarkably sober as the young woman had come barreling through the door. He didn't even say anything as he watched her hurriedly explain herself . . . and then leave. Then, with that mess taken care of, he heard Sheriff Carter's plan. With it, he looked to Thomas.

"Well, Barton. What do you think? Deputy Montgomery and I can look around town, while Sheriff Carter and you go to that truck stop. Or do you have another idea?"

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#2012-11-13 16:44:10, as written by Erik7622

Barton had kept quiet during the information dump, preferring at this point to observe. He had worked with local law enforcement before, and by and large they did good jobs without undue intervention. Barton could tell when coaxing was necessary to get the full story, and this was not one of those times. He took the autopsy file when it was offered, and read it silently. Sheriff Carter wasn't kidding about the details. They reminded Barton of an older case, one of a torture-murderer called the Shrike, who gradually disassembled his victims after propping them up someplace. They had never found some of the bodies, so keenly had he taken them apart and hidden them. The final death toll had to be estimated from those who had disappeared, and had exceeded 30 killings over five years.

That itself brought Barton back to his latest case. He shuddered briefly at the highly unpleasant memory, before realizing that Deacon was addressing him. He had been listening in the back of his mind to the Sheriff, enough to know that he would be going with the Sheriff to "Chopper's," a trucker bar. He hadn't been to a place like that for an investigation in a year or two. "That sounds workable," he responded smoothly, shoving the memory of his last case to his subconscious. "I haven't done that sort of thing in a while. Be a good change of pace," he continued. "Should we get on our way, Sheriff?"

A moment later, he realized that he never had introduced himself to this group. "Incidentally, I'm Agent Thomas Barton," he muttered, almost as an afterthought.

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#2012-11-13 22:07:36, as written by Kaname_Takashi

The young woman was rather startled when she heard Eli call to her. “Hayden I need you in the conference room. You’re gonna be babysitting one of these suits.” Hayden's face broke out into a rather large grin as she made her way into the conference room.

She listened intently as the Sheriff relayed the information that the coroner had told him. Hayden found herself thinking about how disturbing the amount of torture that Julian must have gone through. The words 'sadist' popped into her mind as she read over her copy of the report. Still, from a psychological point of view, there wasn't much to go on. The killing could have been personal, exclusive to the couple, or it could be that beginnings of a serial kill. All were too soon to tell at the moment.

“I was thinking we should split up to cover more ground, one Agent and one Sheriff. Most of my people are out on the search teams but the tired looking one there is Deputy Hayden Montgomery, she’s one of our brightest, even going to school to be a head shrinker. She can take one of you round town while I take the other.” The young woman sheepishly smiled at the compliment, it was nice to hear every once in a while. She had to shake her head slightly at Eli's use of the term 'head shrinker' though.

Hayden sat quietly for a second as the two agents talked about how'd they be splitting up. Once it seemed like the two were finished, she stood and made her way over to Agent Temple. "Nice to meet you Agent," She said, sticking out her hand in greeting. "Name's Hayden Montgomery." Sure the initial introduction by Eli had been made, but Hayden felt it was rude to not properly introduce herself. "Any place in particular you'd like to see first?"

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#2012-11-15 07:56:44, as written by Zombicide93

Connor parked his cruiser in his designated parking spot in front of the Sheriffs department. Looking out the window, he raised an eyebrow, spotting Eli and Hayden's vehicles as well as one he didn't recognize. He stepped out of the vehicle, but continued to stare at the car as he made his way to the glass doors in the front, opening the door and stepping into the slightly warmer lobby, then after punching in his identification number on another door so that it would unlock, he made his way to the squad room in the back.

Upon entering the room, he heard Eli speaking to someone in the adjacent conference room, so after setting his uniform jacket in a chair, he moved to the Conference room door and knocked on it lightly before entering. The first thing he noticed were two men, one, obviously the member of some Agency from his apparel choice and the way he carried himself was speaking ti the sheriff, the other was talking to Hayden in another area of the room.
Eli and the sharply dressed man looked towards the door as Connor entered.
"The search party has been called off for tonight, Sheriff", Connor said. "Anything else you need me to do?".
Eli looked at Barton and the Deputy.
"Actually yes. This is Agent Barton from the FBI. He and his partner", Eli gestured over to the man who was standing with Hayden, "have taken over the investigation, and we're to help them with whatever we can. I need you to take Agent Barton down to Choppers and help him while I take care of some other things".
"Understood", Connor replied, then turned to the FBI agent.
"A pleasure to meet you, Sir." Connor said, the "sir" being something he still hadn't shaken off from his time in the Marines, as well as the way he stood at attention as he lifted his hand to Barton in invitation of a handshake. "I'm Deputy Connor Adams".

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#2012-11-16 02:33:26, as written by Bosch

While the two teams got to know each other Eli collected his notes and prepared to leave. He finally addressed the room one last time.

“Right guys keep me, and each other, posted with what’s happening checkins every couple of hours ok?”

He then made his goodbyes and offered to meet up with the teams later in the day.

Outside the conference room Eli made a beeline for his office where he dropped his notes on his desk. He glanced out of the window at the deeply wooded hills and thought about Karen Fellows, terrified and alone with whatever had mutilated Julian Bishop. A shudder ran down his spine and he quickly cleared the image from his mind.

“Someone walk on your grave Sheriff?”

Eli turned to see Justine standing in the doorway of his office.

“What?”

“You shuddered... It was something my mother used to say.”

Eli nodded, something about the saying had always bothered him so he changed the subject.

“I’m heading out to the Bishop place. I’m going to give Cassandra an update, tell her the FBI has arrived. Then I’ll swing by the Fellows.”

“Ok Sheriff I was just coming to see if you wanted a coffee.”

“Naw I’m jittery enough already.”

It was raining pretty heavily when Eli left the station and his knee was starting to ache. The snow would be falling pretty soon and Eli was glad the search teams were back. The woods could be unforgiving at this time of year. He remembered the story of the original settlers of Cartwright Falls who got caught out by the weather and started munching on each other when they eaten everything else. They said it was almost as bad as the Donner Party, people went insane and there were murders. Of course old spooky stories still circulated the town around Halloween that the town was cursed because of what the settlers had done to survive then inevitably someone would jump out of the bushes and everyone would have a good laugh. All towns had stories like that.

Eli was piloting the Bronco past Choppers when he saw Tiffany Swan sitting outside the bar obviously waiting out the rain. He liked Tiff and felt sorry that her Mom was lush but that wasn’t his problem, Tiff’s shoplifting was. He just hoped the Louis Lane stuck because he hated being a hardass with her.

The girl looked towards his Bronco and caught his eye. Eli gave her a I’m watching you gesture before driving off, always important to keep on top of repeat offenders.

Eli pulled up in front of the Bishop house, his knee was feeling tight so he popped a pain killer and swallowed it dry. He then got out of the Bronco and walked up the short path to the house. He rapped the door and waited for a response.

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#2012-11-16 07:44:19, as written by Erik7622

Barton smiled as warmly as he could manage in the morbid situation. "Thomas Barton. I prefer just Barton, no sirs." He took the Deputy's hand and shook, noticed his expression at feeling only three fingers and a thumb gripping. "My pinky? Lost it back in secondary school," he explained with a shrug. He released the Deputy's hand and cocked his head briefly, considering the trucker's bar. "I suppose we should get going to this Chopper's, then. I hope you don't mind driving; I drove Deacon here and myself all the way up here and I'm a bit tired of taking the wheel." He led the way out of the Sheriff's building and into the parking lot. "I, uh, don't know which is yours..." He followed the Deputy to his vehicle, perfectly willing to let him take the lead until they got to Choppers.

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#2012-11-20 17:50:10, as written by Bosch

“I’d like to know more about the body, so lets go to the autopsy room. I want to know more about the symbols on the body. If there’s an occult angle to this the Agency can help out. They have profilers for this kind of thing. Usually some lonely nutjob but this feels like it might be part of something bigger. We might have a serial on our hands.” Deacon said to Deputy Montgomery.
“You drive.” He said with a smile as he shot Barton a wave.

Hayden and Deacon set off for the small town hospital.

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Eli was getting paler with each passing second, he’d be unconscious in less than twenty minutes if he didn’t stop the bleeding but he had to get out of the situation first. Lots of things were being said around him but focusing on individual conversations was becoming difficult.

“Please don’t shoot me! Its Nat!”

‘Who the fuck is Nat?’ Was all Eli could think. Then he saw the Alexander kid.

"Father! Please, help!" Eli’s grip on the pistol tightened but then he realised what she meant. Not that Father, not dear old Dad.

“We need to think up something quickly, he shot out the power by the looks of the electrical box. We need to defend ourselves with what we have.”

"There's weapons and medical supplies in the basement, a couple of pistols and maybe a rifle. Nathaniel, are you okay?"

“Shhhhhh!” Eli said as he held his finger to his lips. “He can hear you.” Eli whispered.

“Do not go into the basement. He’ll have you cornered. If we go upstairs we can exit via a window. If it comes to that everyone run a different way. I’m going nowhere, he tagged me good. How you help me is by getting help. No offence but you guys aren’t exactly cut out for this. We need police with guns not the cast of the breakfast club.”

Eli groaned with pain that may have been from the gunshot wound or the lame joke as he pulled himself to his feet using the banister and staggered up the stairs. His trousers were soaking with blood and his legs felt heavy. Finally he made it to the top of the stairs. He found a table piled high with a mixture of medical books and high school texts. He pushed the table over lay down behind, it wouldn’t stop a bullet but at least it was some form of concealment.

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“LITTLE PIGS LITTLE PIGS! LET ME COME IN!” Kyle Renner yelled with a laugh. He was walking around the perimeter of the house which had suddenly gone silent. They were either hiding or preparing something. Of course Kyle had an advantage over them, he wasn’t scared and wasn’t shot while at least half inside the house were both. He liked the fear and he could smell it in the air, it’s what drove him on. No need to sweet talk Kyle now, he was too strong.

That’s when an idea started to form.

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In the car with Hayden, Deacon was feeling a little out of his depth. He was never that good with people and preferred to talk shop instead.

“You’re studying psychology? Do you think it’ll come in handy out here?” He regretted his words almost immediately they sounded arrogant and patronising. ‘Smooth move special agent’ Deacon thought.

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#2012-11-25 21:32:24, as written by Zombicide93

Connor walked to his Cruiser with Barton following.
"Hop in", Connor said as he opened the driver side door and unlocked the passenger door, allowing Barton to climb into the car.
The Ex-marine slid the key into the ignition, turning on the engine before backing out of his parking spot and exiting the parking lot, heading for Choppers. The duo drove on in silence for a couple of minutes before Connor decided to clear his throat and break the silence.
"This whole thing isn't right.", he said, glancing over at Barton before looking back at the road. "Things like this don't happen in towns like this...hell, they shouldn't happen at all". Connor sighed quietly. "I was born and raised here, in this town. It just seems..perverse...Like something sanctified was violated." Connor looked back over at Barton.
"It doesn't feel safe anymore", he finished just before they pulled into the parking lot of the slightly crowded bar.
"Here we are", Connor muttered as he stepped out of the Deputy Cruiser and looked up, noticing the dark clouds in the sky.
Just as he and Barton exited the cruiser, thunder rumbled through the air and it began to sprinkle, and before the Agent and Deputy made it to the covered area just outside the doors, the sky had opened up.
The two quickly made there way to the door, but Connor paused as he noticed someone familiar.
"Ms. Swan", Connor said to the young woman on the bench, then turned to look out into the downpour outside.
"You need a ride?", the Deputy asked. "We're just going to be in Choppers for a bit, this man is with the FBI", Connor said, gesturing at Barton.
"If you want to wait here for a bit, I can--". Suddenly, Connor was interrupted by what might have been the loudest thunder he had ever heard, until he noticed the pillar of fire and smoke in the distance.
After being momentarily stunned from the suddenness of the blast, Connor grabbed his radio and pressed a button down on the side with a click.
"Dispatch, this is Deputy Adams, over". he said as he quickly made his way to his car
Adams this is dispatch, you saw it too?, the female dispatchers slightly shaky voice said over the radio.
"Yeah, have EMS and firefighters on standby until I get the location of the explosion", the Deputy said, not waiting for a response as he opened his car door, waited for Barton to get in in the passenger side, then peeled out of the bar parking lot.

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#2012-11-27 01:43:01, as written by Erik7622

Barton may not have exactly enjoyed the car ride to Chopper's, and didn't like the sudden downpour, but he would rather have dealt with all of that, and a bar fight as well, than hear the explosion that he heard. Speechless, he followed Connor to the car, feeling for the pistol beneath his coat. He had that, and an extra magazine, but had left his Ruger in the car at the Sheriff's station. "I don't like this at all," he muttered. "That explosion cannot be a coincidence. I have no reason to think it anything but a coincidence...it's too random. But I have a feeling. This is related to Julian. It must be."

He was silent for the rest of the way back to the site of the fire. He got out of the car before it was even off, hesitating to draw his pistol at what looked by all accounts to be a horribly-timed accident. "Must be gas," he muttered at the sight, before approaching. He called back to Connor, "Who lived here?" A second later, he dismissed the question. "Never mind; it doesn't matter. You get the fire department here; I'm going to see if anybody made it out. The whole house isn't on fire yet; we might have some people still inside." He sprinted towards the house, defying every sensible instinct in his body that told him to run away. He had to see if anybody was alive: as long as the house was not completely consumed there was hope. He ran up to the house, then around its perimeter. Behind the house, he found three people, all clearly injured. Only one of them appeared fully conscious.

Barton slowed as he approached. "I'm here to help," he shouted over the roar of the fire. "We need to get you away from this house, then we can start-" He stopped abruptly as he recognized Sheriff Carter. Was he dead? He was certainly shot. "Oh Jesus Christ," Barton muttered to himself, then tapped the only conscious person on the shoulder, a tall young man, probably a student at the high school. "I'll get the Sheriff, you get the girl. We can't stay this close to the house." Without waiting for an answer, Barton heaved the Sheriff's limp form over his shoulders in a fireman's carry, bitterly happy that he could hear the man moan. So he was alive after all, but probably not for long.

Barton let instinct take over as he half-ran away from the house, hoping and trusting that the others were following.

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#2012-11-29 04:35:47, as written by TaniaSoulEater

Through a thick fog in her mind, Juliet could see Nathanial and the sheriff hitting the ground. Juliet registered that Nathanial was limping; he must have hurt himself in the fall. He moved over to where Juliet was half-slumped on the ground and placed both palms firmly on her face. "Juliet, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Juliet forced her eyes open, fought her way through the fog. "Nathanial," she murmured, "my mother's at the hospital. Cassandra Bishop. She'll know what to do." As an afterthought, she leaned in close and brought her lips closer to his ear. "Cassandra Bishop. Ask for her at the hospital." She knew it was silly to ask specifically for a nurse, but she was sure her mother would know what to do.

As Juliet struggled to regain full consciousness, she realised that a man was coming up to them. "I'm here to help. We need to get you away from this house, then we can start - " The rest of the sentence ended in a murmur. He approached Nathanial. "I'll get the Sheriff, you get the girl. We can't stay this close to the house."

Juliet tried to stand. It was then that she remembered something. "The priest!" she called weakly. "There's another person inside the house - the priest!"

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#2012-11-29 06:44:30, as written by Zombicide93

"Dispatch, this is Deputy Adams", Connor said into his radio as he and Thomas exited the car, and the Agent began searching around the house.
"Send EMS and an Engine to the Bishop household".
"Roger that, Adams. Two ambulance, and an engine are enroute, ETA 3 minutes". Came the female voice over his radio.
"Roger, I'll keep you posted, Adam's out." Connor's stomach dropped when he looked up and noticed Sheriff Carter's cruiser in the drive way.
If they got out, why is his cruiser still here?, Connor thought to himself as he sprinted up the porch to the partially open door.
He didn't bother using his hands, he planted his shoulder into the door, swinging it inward as he attempted to enter the house, but was defeated by the flames in the living room and intense heat escaping out of the opening he had created. Again he attempted to enter the burning house, making it in just a bit further, but a flaming beam that had been weakened by the explosion broke off and swung down from the ceiling, clipping Connor from shoulder to hip on his left side as he attempted to leap out of the way and spinning him into the wall adjacent to the door.
The Deputy managed to drag himself out of the house, struggling to breathe from the smoke and the impact he had taken.
Connor looked down to inspect the damage he had inflicted to himself, and noticed the side of his uniform was on fire, so in a half-panic, he quickly patted the flames out as he limped back to his Cruiser and waited for Thomas.
A few moments later, The FBI Agent came around the corner of the house, carrying an unconscious and bleeding Carter, while behind him, an injured teenage boy was half dragging a girl probably of equal age. Connor began to relax, until he noticed he gunshot wounds on the young man and the Sheriff.
Without thinking, he drew his service revolver and turned the safety off, crouching behind his car enough to keep in cover, but out enough so he could cover Thomas and the survivors. When Thomas got to the Cruiser, Connor let his body slide to a sitting position, relaxing his injured hip.
"EMS and A fire engine are on their way, just a couple of minutes out...looks like this place just turned into a crime scene". He said as he dropped his revolver to free up a hand to put pressure on Eli's still bleeding wound and used his other hand to check for a carotid pulse. He then turned towards the young man.
"How're you holding up, kid?".

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#2012-11-29 23:40:33, as written by cretetts

"Nathanial," she murmured, "my mother's at the hospital. Cassandra Bishop. She'll know what to do." She then leaned in close and brought her lips closer to his ear.
"Cassandra Bishop. Ask for her at the hospital."

Juliet then began to fade back into the land of unconsciousness. Nathanial cradled her in his arms while he tried to think what to do, his entire body was screaming out in pain and he couldn’t think clearly, he had gotten the three of them out of the house. But now he needed to get them to a hospital, something that he was not in the state to do.

Suddenly a man walked around the corner of the house yelling towards them, Nathanial put a hand on the gun in case this was the assailant. "I'm here to help. We need to get you away from this house, then we can start - "
The man looked to the sheriff and froze mid-sentence, taking in his wounds Nathanial supposed. "I'll get the Sheriff, you get the girl. We can't stay this close to the house."

It was then Juliet tried to stand. "The priest!" she called weakly. "There's another person inside the house - the priest!"
Nathanial held onto Juliet so she wouldn’t fall, he held her in a protective grip.

“Juliet I think he is gone… It’s a miracle that the sheriff and I survived the explosion, anyone else would surely have been killed.”
He then nodded to the man and supporting Juliet followed the man towards the road. As Nathanial got to the front of the house he saw the deputy brandishing his gun, he then spoke to the group.

"EMS and A fire engine are on their way, just a couple of minutes out...looks like this place just turned into a crime scene".
Nathanial let out a shy of relief on hearing this news, he needed to readjust his grip on Juliet so she wouldn’t fall. The deputy then turned to him.
"How're you holding up, kid?"

Nathanial looked to the man and forced a smile.
“I am just happy that most of us got out of the house alive… Juliet said another man was in there, he would be dead for sure by now, if not by the explosion the fire would have gotten him.” He then put his free hand over his bullet wound. “The faster we get medical attention the better, those two are worse off than I am from the looks of it. But at this point I’m running on adrenaline.”
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After a short wait, the ambulances began to show up, the sheriff and the deputy were shepherded into one and Nathanial and Juliet went into the other. It was a short trip back to the hospital, and once they were there they were rushed into emergency, the sheriff had a swarm of doctors on him before he was even in the doors. As Nathanial was set up on a stretcher he turned to one of the orderly’s.
“There is a nurse here, Cassandra Bishop. Her daughter is the girl over there. Make sure you let her know as soon as possible.”

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#2012-11-30 22:47:54, as written by Kaname_Takashi

After the examination of Julian's body at the morgue Hayden and Temple had agreed that maybe a visit to the library would be beneficial to their investigation. The librarian had a bit surprised to see the pair enter the building, commenting how she hadn't seen Hayden in a few years. The young deputy had tell the elderly woman that she was in the middle of an investigation with Temple in order for the lady to leave them alone. Of course it took more than one attempt for the librarian, Mrs Smith, to actually get the hint which Temple found to be a bit amusing.

They split the work accordingly; Temple taking the research of the symbol since he already had experience in this department, and Hayden dredging up every last bit of info on the history since the founding of the town.

"This sucks." Hayden muttered to herself as she flipped through another book. She had just finished raiding through a copy of an original settler named 'Ellie Finnegan' and was rather disturbed by what happened at the beginning of Cartwright's founding. Cannibalism had always been an interesting topic in psychology and cultural studies. There were really only two reasons humans would begin eating each other, religious purposes or starvation, and considering the writings of the woman from the late 19th century it was stated why it had been done. Even still, Hayden could never see herself eating another person, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Find anything interesting?" Temple asked has he made his way over to the deputy. His search had come up fruitless for the weird symbol. He couldn't find it on any occult websites or the FBI databases. There was no record of it beyond Cartwright.

"More like creepy..." Hayden said, closing the book she was skimming through. "The only thing I could actually find was a supposed name for the area before it was settled by the original town founder, something like 'The Forest of Eyes'. That was it though, you know beyond the crazy of the first settlement group. Apparently they were murdered by Natives and the three survivors were found insane, all of which happened after they succumbed to cannibalism because of starvation." She had also read repots by a Captain Dale Cooper who discovered those still alive in Cartwright.

"That's…nice." To Temple it would appear the sunny, good ol' American town of Cartwright held more secrets than one would thing. Suddenly Hayden's walkie talkie went off, a flutter of static and loud voices. The library was dead silent at this time of the day and the words spoken by Deputy Adams were clear. Within moments the two were out of the building and into Hayden's cruiser.

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By the time the duo arrived at the Bishop household the scene was filled with people; firefighters, police, and even curious neighbors. It was chaotic and loud, the smell of smoke filling the air as the firefighters continued to combat the blaze.

Hayden rushed ahead of her assigned FBI partner and all but interrogated one of the other officers on the scene. Apparently when the Sheriff came to interview Juliet there was a shooter and the two, along with another teen, were forced to seek cover in the house before the assailant essentially blew up the house and fled the scene. After a few more moments of talking, Hayden decided that she was going to the hospital; to interview the victims and check up on Eli. She'd have to give Justine a call as well to make sure the woman was doing ok considering what was happening.

"You okay?" Temple asleep as the two made their way back to her car.

"I'm fine…it's just things like this aren't supposed to happen in Cartwright." She sighed heavily as she plopped into the driver's seat. The brunette rested her head on the steering wheel, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. Temple frowned.

"Not to sound like a jerk kid, but you need to get yourself together. You have a job to do and this isn't the time for you to lose focus." Temple said seriously as he watched Hayden. The car was silent as he sat in the passenger seat and the deputy didn't move. When he was about to say something else she sat up and looked at him before giving a nod and started the car back up.

As she was pulling away they were flagged down by Agent Barton. Hayden rolled down her window and asked the man if he needed what was wrong. "I just need a ride to the police station." The five minute right to the police station was quiet, but as Barton left the vehicle Hayden spoke. "I just wanted to say thanks, for helping the sheriff." The silence continued for another fifteen minutes as they drove to the hospital.

The Cartwright hospital was never a chaotic place, but with the explosion there was a little more activity than usual. Temple was silent behind her as Hayden made her way to the from desk. "Hello, I'm Deputy Montgomery and this is Special Agent Temple of the FBI. I was wondering where we could find the two kids brought in from the Bishop house. Also, is Sheriff Carter alright?"

The nurse gave her wide eyes and nodded her head. She was young and petite, her black hair up in a neat ponytail "Of course officers, right now the sheriff's in surgery so I don't have the most up to date information on his condition but Juliet and Nathan are this way." The nurse stepped out from behind the counter, leading the two down a hall to where the two teens would be.

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#2012-12-02 03:16:30, as written by Erik7622

Barton sighed and licked his lips nervously as he watched the ambulances arrive. They had hardly been here a few hours and already things were escalating. This couldn't be completely related, however: torture murderers and shooters, no matter the public perception, were not similar. Whoever had killed Julian Bishop had not been the same culprit as the one behind this shooting. And whoever was behind this was clearly very well-armed, as no ordinary handgun could have shot out an electrical box so easily. He and Adams had investigated the remains of the house and found a wallet. Inside was a driver's license for a "Kyle Renner," at an address in Los Angeles. In addition, there were several receipts, or rather parts of receipts, partly burned, for several stores. The items included general camping gear, and...ammunition. To be specific, 9mm pistol ammunition and .22 Long Rifle. Barton hardly needed to tap into his detective mode to make the connection. He had scribbled into his notebook a reminder, "Kyle Renner call LAPD". If things quieted down for a second, he would make that call.

He glanced around, and saw Deacon and Deputy Montgomery leaving in the Deputy's car. In a flash, he realized: He only had his Glock. Against a man armed with a hunting rifle and a pistol, he needed more. Deacon had his AR-15 and Barton had his Ruger...and both of them were at the police station, in their car. Sonofabitch, Barton thought to himself before running up and flagging the car down. Deputy Montgomery poked her head out, confused, and asked him what was wrong. Barton shook his head quickly. "Nothing's wrong, I just need a ride to the police station." He slipped in quickly, and was quiet as they rode over. When they arrived, he tapped Deacon on the shoulder. "I'll get your rifle, and I'll have mine. The shooter had a rifle; we need to be ready for him." He heard the Deputy as he left the car, but ignored it for the moment, and quickly retrieved Deacon's rifle and spare magazines from the car. He gave Deacon the unloaded rifle and magazines, then addressed Montgomery. "It's all in the line of duty. You can think me by making sure he stays alive. I'm going to follow you in my car in a few minutes."

He returned to the car, and retrieved the black case that held his own rifle and ammunition. He stopped under the awning of the police station and outfitted himself, loading a magazine into the rifle but keeping it uncocked for safety's sake. He then strapped on the small belt for the other magazines, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He then glanced in, and saw the receptionist. He decided to stop in and ask about any information the Sheriff had that he didn't. Something new might have come in. He stepped inside, removing his wet hat and shaking it briefly onto the rain mat before walking up to the desk. "Agent Barton, FBI. You might remember me," he said tersely. "Listen, with the Sheriff out of commission and this being an FBI case now, I just need to know if there is any information the Sheriff has that we don't. Or if anything—anything—has come in since then." It was a shot in the dark, but it could work.

It did. "Actually, yes, we got a report from searching the woods for campers. It's in the Sheriff's office," the receptionist replied.

Barton smiled. "Thank you." He meant that. He entered the Sheriff's office, and found the paper there, in a manila folder. He opened it, and read quickly. They had found only one person out there, a guy out camping and hunting, a Kyle...Kyle Renner. Barton snapped the folder closed in his surprise. "Oh Christ," he muttered, then hurried out. He'd make that call the moment he got to the hospital. Deacon and the Deputies had to know about this. He hurried out, quickly placing the rifle in the empty passenger seat before firing up the car and driving out at a speed probably unsafe for rain. He clicked windshield wipers on and made his way to the hospital. Wasn't hard in a town as small as Cartwright Falls.

He was a sight as he burst into the hospital, aggravated, wet, and with a rifle slung on his shoulder. He fished his badge out as quickly as he said, "There's another FBI Agent here along with a Deputy, maybe two. I need to see them immediately." He was pointed down the hall, where he recognized Deacon's bald head and distinctive clothing immediately. He jogged up to them, tapped Deacon on the shoulder, held up the manila folder. "This was in the Sheriff's office. They searched the woods around Cartwright Falls, I guess for possible witnesses. They found a Kyle Renner out there, camping and hunting. We found a wallet belonging to Mr. Renner in the ruins of the house. He lived in Los Angeles, California. His wallet also contained receipts from hunting and outdoors shops, and has evidence of ammunition purchases. Whatever you were doing just now, do it; I need to phone the Los Angeles Police Department right now."

He left as suddenly as he had arrived, returning to the front desk of the hospital. He removed the rifle from his shoulder and placed it on a chair nearby, then did likewise with his coat, before re-slinging the rifle. He then turned to the front desk. "Is there a telephone I can use, with a phone book? I have some calls to make."

An intern guided him to a phone in another room. Barton thanked him tersely, then started flipping through the phone book quickly. Slowly, he enunciated to himself, "Los Angeles Police Department." A few moments of silent looking. "Here!" He muttered, then dialed quickly. He put the headset to his ear quickly, biting his lip nervously. There had to be something about Renner in the LAPD records. Maybe he stole the guns he had used.

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#2012-12-04 10:35:51, as written by Zombicide93

After the incident at the Bishop household, the paramedics checked out Connor''s injuries, and after a small argument, convinced him to make a visit to the hospital for X-rays, but he insisted he take his own Cruiser. Upon arrival, the Deputy decided to stall on the X-ray, and attempt to find Sheriff Carter, but to his dismay, he hadn't even cleared surgery yet.
The Deputy sat down in the lobby, his X-ray forgotten, instead, Connor found himself distracted by the thought of recent events. The sheriff, Renner, the Bishop Household incident. Could the shooting that involved the victims family have really been a coincidence? Especially in such a town as Cartwright Falls?
Shit like this is why we have the FBI... Connor thought to himself.
As if on cue, Barton burst into the hospital, soaked and armed. He made his way down a hallway and was gone for a few moments before returning and quickly walking to the front desk, appearing to a bit animated as he spoke to the receptionist who later led him to the phone room.
Connor followed and waited outside the room for the Agent to appear, and after a minute or so he got his wish.
"So, what's the deal with the investigation?", Connor asked when Barton finally exited the room.

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#2012-12-06 06:09:15, as written by Erik7622

"Alright, thank you very much Commissioner," Barton muttered in flat astonishment, before hanging the phone up. He then realized that throughout this he had not taken off his hat. He did so and began pocketing his notebook as he left the phone room.

Deputy Adams was waiting right outside. "So, what's the deal with the investigation?"

Barton jumped at the sudden greeting, then composed himself quickly and fished his notebook back out, checking it occasionally to make sure he got this or that detail right. "Got lots of information on Kyle Renner. Not only does he appear the most likely candidate to be the shooter at the Bishop household, thanks to the wallet we found, but he's also wanted back in Los Angeles, as the prime suspect in the murder of Tanya Renner and Chris Avalon. Tanya was seeing Chris behind Kyle's back. Their bodies were found in the Renners' bedroom closet; she had been strangled and he had been bludgeoned. They were found by the cleaning lady two days after Kyle had left, and three days after their deaths. He told friends he was going up to hunt by here to clear his head, not mentioning the double murder, of course." He tossed his hat to rest atop his folded overcoat and sighed. "There's not much we can do now except watch out and hope to catch him before he gets away again.

"More importantly," he continued, changing topic, "We need to figure out if there's a connection with Julian Bishop's murder. Right now the only connection we have is that the shooter—probably Renner—struck the Bishop household. He could have been stalking the Sheriff, or he could have picked the place at random. Right now...we just have too many damned variables. And a shooter out there. I hope you guys have rifles; if those receipts are accurate, Renner has .22 Long Rifle, and that shit has range."

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