FBI computer scientist Jeff Harvey labored over a computer screen at the Sitwell Police Department. While Sharon and Gordon watched his every move, the pencil neck geek played with a neon orange toy. He grabbed it by the center, gave it a spin, and then allowed the unsharpened blades to twirl around and around in a circular motion.
“What the hell is that thing?” Gordon asked.
“It’s my Stress Spin-a-ma-jig,” Jeff answered. “It calms me down in stressful situations.”
“What’s so stressful about this?” Sharon asked.
“I dunno,” Jeff said as he punched a few keys on the keyboard. “Maybe because I’m tracking the only viable clue in an internationally publicized, high profile serial murder case and the two investigating agents have nothing better to do than jerk off behind me as they watch my every move?”
“No one’s jerking off,” Sharon said.
“Figure of speech,” Jeff said as a worldwide map appeared on the screen.
Cole, Rusty, and Maude entered the station.
“It’s about time!” Sharon snapped at Cole.
“Yeah,” Cole said. “Listen, Sharon, I thought I was doing the right thing by getting out of the office, given our…”
Sharon threw up her hand in a “stop” motion. “Say no more. I understand.”
“But I thought about it,” Cole said. “And I really do want to help.”
“I’m glad you’re on board,” Sharon said.
“Also,” Rusty said. “We have doubts as to your ability to solve this case because of your vagina.”
“Shut up Rusty,” Cole said.
Sharon sighed. “Same old Rusty. Hasn’t changed in ten years.”
“Tell me about it,” Cole said.
Jeff stopped his spinning toy. “We’ve got a hit!”
“Where is he?” Sharon asked.
Jeff tapped his finger right into the heartland of America. “Wisconsin.”
“Why would he be in Wisconsin after everything that happened down here?” Sharon asked.
“Beats me,” Gordon said. “But we’d better get the Milwaukee field office on the line.”
“And now he’s in San Francisco,” Jeff said.
“What?” Sharon said.
“Shanghai,” Jeff said. “Mumbai. Amsterdam. Australia. Whoa, now he’s in Monte Carlo! I hear it’s lovely there this time of year.”
While Maude returned to her desk to sort through paperwork, the agents and cops watched Jeff’s computer screen as a little red dot traveled all over the world.
“How is this possible?” Sharon asked.
“Whoever this guy is, he’s good,” Jeff said. “Like, next level good. He’s masked his phone signal, making it appear as though it’s pinging off towers all over the world.”
“Who has the knowhow to do such a thing?” Sharon asked.
“Either an MIT scientist,” Jeff said as he twirled his Spin-a-ma-jig. “Or a random computer nerd with plenty of time on his hands.”
“Well shit,” Cole said. “He must be from out of town because I can’t think of a single person in Sitwell with a brain like that.”