Who: Peter Hunt and Olivia Shepherd What: Tracking down a hitman Where: Jacksonville Florida When: Saturday 18th July Rating: TBD
This case was beginning to get on Pete's nerves. It wasn't so much what the case involved, it was more the frustrating lack of leads. Potentially if it carried on this way they could be stuck in Florida for a while so he sighed, staring at his laptop. The searches that he and his colleagues back in DC had performed seemed to be getting him nowhere fast. Exasperated he ran his fingers through his hair, checking the security feed he had of the victim's house. They were based just down the street in a house that until a couple of days ago had been for sale. It meant that they were close-by if something were to happen and was a better base of operations than a motel if he were completely honest.
"I can't figure this guy out. My gut tells me it'll happen soon, but he's dropped off the web and we've had no alerts on restricted substances. Best guess is he's gonna go traditional with a gun. Which means it could be anyone." Pete got up, to stretch his legs for a while. It wasn't that he minded running the research and reconnaissance on a case, but when he continuously hit dead-ends it made him tense. Like he was missing something obvious.
"What about you. Anything pinging your instincts?" He had learned a long time ago that Olivia often seemed to have a good feel of things. Though perhaps not when it came to her love life. He was evidence of that, but he couldn't exactly fault her for that when he considered the state of his own romantic affairs. Anything else though, she was pretty solid on.