"The directions after the ally were clearly not thought out, completely fake, as if he was supposed to die in the ally. The killer must've intended to give the victim a fake map and strike in the ally. The beginning of the map made perfect sense. This was thought out, for a long time." Grayson explained.
"Is it safe safe to say that the killer is linked to the map?" Henri asked.
"I believe so." Grayson responded.
"Do we know who this kid is?" Henri asked.
"Not yet, we'll do an autopsy in a few minutes." Grayson said.
"Or," police dog Sadie interrupted, "this." She pulled out Nick's wallet, then his driver's license. "Nick Vanscott's his name." Sadie said proudly. Grayson was a bit disappointed in himself for not thinking of that, but the team wasn't just one person, or cat, for a reason. Grayson then ordered a few officers to bring the dead body back to the head quarters. …show more content…
Grayson rung the doorbell.
The mother, Heather, answered the door. "Hello," she began, "you are a cat..." she said confused. "I saw your email," Heather began, as though she were about to faint, then took a deep breath, "I thought when you said you were," she took another breath "cats, i though you meant C-A-T-S, that stood for something, like, umm."
"Yes, we get that often," Grayson interrupted when he saw Heather struggling for words.
"So, my son gets murdered and they ask cats to solve it?" Heather questioned confused and a bit
"Is it safe safe to say that the killer is linked to the map?" Henri asked.
"I believe so." Grayson responded.
"Do we know who this kid is?" Henri asked.
"Not yet, we'll do an autopsy in a few minutes." Grayson said.
"Or," police dog Sadie interrupted, "this." She pulled out Nick's wallet, then his driver's license. "Nick Vanscott's his name." Sadie said proudly. Grayson was a bit disappointed in himself for not thinking of that, but the team wasn't just one person, or cat, for a reason. Grayson then ordered a few officers to bring the dead body back to the head quarters. …show more content…
Grayson rung the doorbell.
The mother, Heather, answered the door. "Hello," she began, "you are a cat..." she said confused. "I saw your email," Heather began, as though she were about to faint, then took a deep breath, "I thought when you said you were," she took another breath "cats, i though you meant C-A-T-S, that stood for something, like, umm."
"Yes, we get that often," Grayson interrupted when he saw Heather struggling for words.
"So, my son gets murdered and they ask cats to solve it?" Heather questioned confused and a bit