somewhere.”
“Maybe there is a connection. I just hope the same thing doesn’t happen to Helen though,” said Danny.
On their arrival, Jason stops to look at the front of the store.
“This is the same place where Sally rents her movies,” he said.
Both agents entered the store and were amazed at the collection of videos. There were titles dating back to the beginning of movie making. They walked among the isles of DVDs neatly placed on countless shelves.
Danny said, “I’m thinking of becoming a member here.”
Jason walked over to the front desk. The shop assistant was stacking movie discs on racks under the counter.
“Good morning,” said Jason, trying not to startle the kid.
The assistant on hearing a voice just above him bumped his head against the racks while looking up to see who it was. He wasn’t expecting customers this time of the morning.
“Good morning, how may I help you?” asked the geeky looking assistant.
He had to gaze up at Jason as he was short, just reaching the five feet mark.
Jason said, “quite a place you have here, you must have hundreds of titles.”
David looked over to where Danny was and asked, “you two cops or something?”
Danny walked over saying, “no, we’re FBI. This is agent Mallock, and I’m agent Langley. Are you the person who called the police department about the hit and run girl? Are you David Wilmore?”
David took a step back, thoughts running through his mind, hoping he has done the right thing.
“I need to see some I.D. before I answer. You could be two mobsters for all I know!”
Jason was becoming impatient.
“Show this kid some I.D. before I yank him out from behind the counter,” said Jason staring the boy in the eye.
Danny took out his badge and showed it to David.
“You can calm down now. Are you David Wilmore or not?”
“Yes, I’m David, and it was me that called the police. I’m sorry about that girl. She was shy but seemed very bright though, never late with her rentals.”
Jason asked, “do you keep an address of your clients? A membership form or something?”
David shuffled through the membership files and found the surname in alphabetical order.
“Here it is. Name and addresses. Sarah Masters. Addresses, 4 peacock apartments, W 37th street.”
Danny wrote it down is his notebook. On their way out of the store, he picked up a membership form. They contacted chief Berks letting him in on the info they got from David Wilmore. It took about twenty minutes to arrive at Sarah Masters address. The neighborhood was quiet with palm trees neatly trimmed, and the streets were clean from any garbage.
Nice place thought Jason.
Danny found the apartment block and whistled to Jason to come over. They climbed the open stairwell to the apartment. Danny knocked on the door while Jason placed his hand on his firearm.
Nobody answered the door, and Danny suggested calling the proprietor to come open, but Jason thought otherwise and picked the lock. After a few seconds, a familiar click of the lock was heard, and the door opened a couple of inches. They entered cautiously keeping their backs to the wall. The blinds were closed, making it difficult for Danny to see in the dark. He fumbled for the light switch while Jason went to open the blinds.
“My god, what is that smell?” said Jason.
They both searched the rooms trying to identify the bad odor.
“It seems to be coming from the bathroom,” said Jason.
As he slowly opened the door, the smell was much stronger. Jason pulled the shower curtain open to find the remains of a pet cat.
Danny looked in, saying, “poor thing must have got stuck in here and died of hunger.”
They searched Sarah’s apartment going through her drawers, cupboards, closets. They found nothing out of the ordinary. Jason saw something under the lounge table.
“Found her handbag. She must have left in a hurry, dropping it under the table.”
Danny came over to have a look as Jason emptied the bags
“Maybe there is a connection. I just hope the same thing doesn’t happen to Helen though,” said Danny.
On their arrival, Jason stops to look at the front of the store.
“This is the same place where Sally rents her movies,” he said.
Both agents entered the store and were amazed at the collection of videos. There were titles dating back to the beginning of movie making. They walked among the isles of DVDs neatly placed on countless shelves.
Danny said, “I’m thinking of becoming a member here.”
Jason walked over to the front desk. The shop assistant was stacking movie discs on racks under the counter.
“Good morning,” said Jason, trying not to startle the kid.
The assistant on hearing a voice just above him bumped his head against the racks while looking up to see who it was. He wasn’t expecting customers this time of the morning.
“Good morning, how may I help you?” asked the geeky looking assistant.
He had to gaze up at Jason as he was short, just reaching the five feet mark.
Jason said, “quite a place you have here, you must have hundreds of titles.”
David looked over to where Danny was and asked, “you two cops or something?”
Danny walked over saying, “no, we’re FBI. This is agent Mallock, and I’m agent Langley. Are you the person who called the police department about the hit and run girl? Are you David Wilmore?”
David took a step back, thoughts running through his mind, hoping he has done the right thing.
“I need to see some I.D. before I answer. You could be two mobsters for all I know!”
Jason was becoming impatient.
“Show this kid some I.D. before I yank him out from behind the counter,” said Jason staring the boy in the eye.
Danny took out his badge and showed it to David.
“You can calm down now. Are you David Wilmore or not?”
“Yes, I’m David, and it was me that called the police. I’m sorry about that girl. She was shy but seemed very bright though, never late with her rentals.”
Jason asked, “do you keep an address of your clients? A membership form or something?”
David shuffled through the membership files and found the surname in alphabetical order.
“Here it is. Name and addresses. Sarah Masters. Addresses, 4 peacock apartments, W 37th street.”
Danny wrote it down is his notebook. On their way out of the store, he picked up a membership form. They contacted chief Berks letting him in on the info they got from David Wilmore. It took about twenty minutes to arrive at Sarah Masters address. The neighborhood was quiet with palm trees neatly trimmed, and the streets were clean from any garbage.
Nice place thought Jason.
Danny found the apartment block and whistled to Jason to come over. They climbed the open stairwell to the apartment. Danny knocked on the door while Jason placed his hand on his firearm.
Nobody answered the door, and Danny suggested calling the proprietor to come open, but Jason thought otherwise and picked the lock. After a few seconds, a familiar click of the lock was heard, and the door opened a couple of inches. They entered cautiously keeping their backs to the wall. The blinds were closed, making it difficult for Danny to see in the dark. He fumbled for the light switch while Jason went to open the blinds.
“My god, what is that smell?” said Jason.
They both searched the rooms trying to identify the bad odor.
“It seems to be coming from the bathroom,” said Jason.
As he slowly opened the door, the smell was much stronger. Jason pulled the shower curtain open to find the remains of a pet cat.
Danny looked in, saying, “poor thing must have got stuck in here and died of hunger.”
They searched Sarah’s apartment going through her drawers, cupboards, closets. They found nothing out of the ordinary. Jason saw something under the lounge table.
“Found her handbag. She must have left in a hurry, dropping it under the table.”
Danny came over to have a look as Jason emptied the bags
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