Beams of light danced across the terrain of Pine Green Park. The hunt for the judges daughter was on. Canines sniffed all around the dilapidated picnic table under the pavilion. Special agent Chris Carter was on his cell phone with his boss while standing next to his partner.
"Yeah we're here boss, we're definitely sure the perp was here." He barked into the phone.
Carter stood 5 ft. 8 inches tall with short curly dirty blond hair. His muscular build and cockiness made up for his short height. Carter and his partner agent John Travis were the first to arrive at the scene. They had just missed Vincent by 2 minutes and it was now dark outside.
"I think I found it." Said Travis putting on latex gloves and fishing through the trash barrel.
Agent Travis was almost a foot taller than Carter weighing in at 170lbs. With his brown spiky hair he had been given the nickname " Broomstick" since high school. Travis picked out the MP3 player and proudly flourished it in the air. Carter hung up the phone and walked over to his partner.
"Be careful with that. We can dust it for prints." Said Carter.
He pulled out a zip-lock bag from his vest and dropped it in the bag.
"Whoever this guy is, he's no amateur."
Two squirrels ran past them and startled them. Travis shined his flashlight on the squirrels like he was drawing a gun.
"This place is kind of spooky." He said trying not to act so nervous.
Carter walked towards the road and shined his flashlight into some fresh tire tracks in the mud.
"Hey, check this out." Said Carter waiting for his partner to join him.
They both hunched over the set of tire tracks intrigued by their discovery.
"We must have just missed him."
"How do you know that?" Asked Travis.
"Look how deep these tracks dig into the ground. Now look at the scattered chunks of mud behind it. These are signs of a burn out. He left in a hurry."
Travis shined the flashlight while Carter took pictures. Other police officers arrived at the crime scene and wrapped yellow tape around the pavilion. Carter paused for a minute, stroked his goatee, and stared at the full moon.
"Yeah, we almost had a better chance at catching this sucker."
"What do you mean?" Asked Travis.
"Right after this girl was kidnapped police rushed to her father's house. When they got there he was in the back of the villa planting flowers in the garden and never heard the doorbell ring."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Asked Travis
"Judge Anderson had the code we needed to track the MP3 player but we were 10 minutes too late."
The darkness seemed to hinder the extent of the investigation. Carter and Travis were about to call it a night when an officer came running with something in his hand.
"I think I've got something." Huffed the officer.
He handed Carter a crumpled up business card and took a step back.
"The dogs have been sniffing around that picnic table since we got here. I found that on the ground next to it."
Carter unraveled the business card and shined his mag light on it. The card read " Cozy Ginger's Hair salon" and smelled like perfume. Carter flipped the back of the card and saw writing that read " G33".
"What do you think this means?" He asked. Travis stepped up to examine the business card.
"It could belong to anyone but if it belongs to the perp then he or she just made their first mistake."