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    Chances – (Chapter: Special Agent Davies)

    “I want family, friends, and neighbors, anybody that saw any strange activity.” I look around the room. Everyone’s eyes are on me. “I mean now! Move it people!” They all move frantically around the room. My phone rings and I quickly answer.

    “Special Agent Davies.”

    “Boss, I found something you might want to see.” I sigh and shut my phone as I make my way to the elevator. The doors slide open to the forensics lab and loud metal music hits my ears.

    “What do you got Abs?”

    “Okay, so I traced Ashley cell phone to a certain point.” She turns to her computers and fixes an image on the big screen. “It was moving.”

    “They were in a car.”

    “Exactly. It seemed they were heading northbound on South Central Avenue before the signal cut.”

    “Are there any motels nearby?” She starts to type something then turns back to me.

    “Three on that street.”

    “Good job Abby. Keep tabs on that phone at all times.”

    “Got it boss.” She salutes as I walk toward the elevator. “Boss?” I stop to turn around just as two arms wrap themselves around me. “I hope you find them. I still need to show Ashley how to use the Gas Chromatograph and Mass Spectrometer.”

    “You’ll be able to Abby. I promise.”

    “I believe you.” I give her one last squeeze before heading back downstairs.

    “Siva.” I call as I approach my desk.

    “Yes boss.” I look at her expectantly. “Right, the parents of Miss Carlin said she has been upset lately, something about a girlfriend, but that is all they know.” Tony cuts in.

    “The neighbors say they saw a custom black 2007 Subaru WRX STI pull into the driveway at around 1300 hours. Say they’ve never seen the car before.” He stops and looks unsure for a moment.

    “And?”

    “New York plates boss.”

    “Just proves what we already knew.” I take my badge and gun out my desk. “David, DeNozzo, you’re with me.” We step onto the elevator and I take a deep breath before the doors close.

    Ashley’s POV

    I hear a shot ring off but don’t feel any pain. I slowly open my eyes and immediately look over to Spencer. Her eyes are squeezed shut but she doesn’t seem hurt and there’s no blood. I look forward hearing a scream.

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