John: The Senior Killer by Robert Waggoner Page A

walk on the beach. Mostly because he didn’t know what to
do while Billy was locked onto the computer and it was only when he
helped with the books and watched him smoke two cigarettes, he
really felt out of place and asked if it would be ok to take a walk
on the beach. Billy told him to help himself and to tell Earie what
he was doing so she could be on the lookout for him when he came
back. Agent Jones had heard about the house on the beach, but never
in his wildest dreams did he realize what it really looked like.
He’s yet to see the basement and yearned with curiosity what lay
under the first floor. Jones thought his mother would have a fit if
she saw the place. He laughed thinking about how she would have
drift wood stacked around the windows and god knows what all for
furniture left to her own devices. He sobered thinking about all
the questions she would have for him when he came back
home.
    Agent Jones was fresh out of
law school and had just completed his training at the FBI school.
He’d gotten lucky being stationed near his home in Sausalito. His
parents had sacrificed their lives for his education. His father
worked for PG &E, the Northern California utility company as a
truck driver. He’d worked all the overtime he could get to put his
son through college and then law school. He was proud as a peacock
with his son landing a job with the FBI. His mother bragged too
much with the neighbors about her black son working for the famous
FBI. He loved his parents and now that he was working he had money
deducted from his salary sent to their bank. Billy lived in an
apartment in a not so good part of town in the old town of
Sacramento. However, the rent was cheap and it was good enough for
him for the time being.
    Now as the team sat around
the glass table with computer papers and files stacked on it, Brad
asked agent Jones to bring them up to date on the San Diego
findings. Agent Jones began, albeit nervously, by saying, “We made
an ID on the body that was supposed to be John Mitchell. The man
was a look a like and when the autopsy was performed it was ruled a
heart attack. We exhumed the body and did a toxic screen and found
an abnormally high amount of a drug that increases the heart rate.
We presume John Mitchell befriend this man and fed him the drug
which led to heart failure. Close workers of his in the film
company ID John’s body and that was that. He was just another late
middle aged man succumbing to a heart attack. Next we found his
storage unit and from that we got some hair DNA off his clothing.
When the DNA is matched against what you found in Washington we can
then determine who is who. Now to my final report about the books
and what we found were many finger prints and as this man had no
prior record of crimes committed or service in the military, no
record of his prints is on file.” He looked up and made eye contact
with each member to see if there were any questions and when none
were forthcoming, he closed the file he never looked at giving a
sigh of relief.
    Brad thanked him and went to
Billy who had just come back down the stairs for a nicotine fix
just in time for his report. Smelling like stale tobacco and
knowing it he stood back after handing everyone a copy of a report.
He said, “I took all the letters of ‘catch me if you can’ and send
them to a friend of mine at Cal. State. They possess a large main
frame and we ran the letters until we came up with the most
probable set of phrases. If you notice on the map of the sites
where he struck, there are two ‘C’s.” The computer combined today’s
computer talk with regular English and came up with this
possibility: “C me if you can.” I know this leads mostly nowhere,
but if you add the ‘S’ into the equation, which is outside the
original message, you come up with this possibility: “Sure you
can.” Of course there is an infinite amount of possibilities given
more than half the alphabet, but in all likely hoods this is