—Henry David Thoreau 15 On my way to work the next morning, I called my dad. No answer. As I was leaving the message, my call-waiting kicked in, but I missed the call. I left a message for Dad, telling him I needed to consult him on a case, and headed into work. When I got to the unit, the place was deserted, with the exception of Hough, who was hiding out in her techie-geek lair. I poked my head into her cave. “Where is everyone?” I asked her. “At the scene,” she said. “JT just called, said he was trying to get ahold of you, but you weren’t answering.” I checked my phone. “He called once and left no message.” “That’s JT for you. Anyway, here’s the address.” Hough handed me a piece of paper with an address and a second one, with a map that had several virtual pushpins plotted on it. “JT asked me to map out all the victims’ homes. Would you mind giving this to him when you see him?” “Not a problem. I guess I’ll head out then.” “Th-thanks.”
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