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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night � Chapter 5.
The drive back to The Barn was done on autopilot, Claudette�s mind a whirl of thoughts, ideas and impressions. The crime scene investigators had arrived at Dutch�s house pretty quickly having been given the heads-up by Aceveda, suddenly people seemed to be everywhere spreading fingerprint dust on the surfaces, photographing everything, going through all of Dutch�s belongings. Damn, Claudette knew how much Dutch would hate that, he was a very private person and he would be mortified to think that complete strangers were tramping through his home, poking and prying into everything. Of course Claudette knew it was necessary but still it didn�t mean she had to like it. God as if there was anything to like about this whole situation. As she parked her car and switched off the engine she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to steady herself, and get a hold of her emotions. Claudette knew that to help Dutch now she needed to keep a clear head, she couldn�t allow herself to become distracted from her job by the worry she felt. As she climbed out of her car and headed into the precinct she was aware of the Strike Team�s SUV pulling into the carpark behind her. Without pausing she went straight into the ladies room, she just needed a moment to gather herself. Thankful that no one else was in there she crossed to the sink, filling it with cold water she splashed some on her face and after drying off with a paper towel she regarded her reflection in the mirror. She could swear she�d aged about 10 years since first thing this morning. Suddenly ththrothroom door opened to reveal Vic Mackey�s concerned face, stepping in and shutting the door he said,
"I thought I might find you in here, are you OK?"
"Yeah I just needed a minute, you know?" Claudette replied, still looking at her reflection.
"I understand, but Aceveda just caught me, he wants us both in his office right now, the feds are here."
Looking at Mackey in the mirror for the first time Claudette was surprised by the genuine concern she saw there. Sighing she turned and straightened her shoulders,
"OK lets go." She said.
Vic turned towards the door his hand on the door handle, then pausing he turned back to her,
"We�ll get Dutchboy back you know and catch this sick prick at the same time."
"Oh damn right we will, damn right." Claudette agreed.
They looked into each others eyes both seeing the fierce determination they each felt reflected there, and together they went upstairs to Aceveda�s office.
dettdette immediately recognised one of the federal agents seated in the captain�s office, as Jim Ryde who had come at Dutch�s request to help profile Sally�s killer. Moving forward she held out her hand,
"Special agent Ryde," She said.
"Detective Wyms, this is my partner Mike Wallace," He said, rising from his chair, shaking her hand and indicating the man next to him. Claudette nodded in his direction, and turned and introduced Vic.
Getting down to business Aceveda asked Claudette,
"Is there no doubt, it�s the work of The Stalker?"
"No doubt, the MO matches reports that I�ve seen from the other five crime scenes. He got into Dutch�s house in the middle of the night and abducted him right out from his bed. There were signs of a struggle in the room, a broken lamp and glass, and some blood on the bed clothes and wall." Claudette paused for a moment remembering the scene.
"Anything else?" Aceveda inquired.
"Yeah there were photos on the bed, photos of Dutch. This guys been watching him for a while, and not just outside either."
At Aceveda�s puzzled expression she continued,
"There were photos that must have been taken inside the house, he�s got surveillance equipment actually planted in Dutch�s home."
Claudette saw the two agents exchange a look with each other,
"Something tells me your not that surprised to hear that," She observed.
"No were not," Jim admitted. "There were cameras planted in each of the other victims homes, and their phones were tapped to. I expect when we look we�ll find that Detective Wagenbach�s phone is bugged as well."
"Shit," Mackey muttered. "Are you guys any closer to catching this son of a bitch?"
"Special agents Young and Alvarez are flying in from DC on the next available flight. They�ve been working the case from the beginning and hopefully they�ll have some insights into the events here." Agent Wallace told them.
"Great, I�m sure Dutch would be glad to know the cavalry�s on the way," Vic said sourly.
Aceveda glanced sternly at him before turning to the two agents,
"What do you have for us while we wait for them to get here?" He asked them.
"Mike�s got the files from the other cases here." Agent Ryde replied, and as he did so his partner laid five thick files out on Aceveda�s desk. He opened them up and on the top page of each one the faces of five different men stared up at them.
Five dead men Claudette thought with a shudder, a sudden vision of a sixth folder open with Dutch�s picture on top flashed before her, glancing at Aceveda and Vic she could tell she wasn�t the only one to have that thought cross their mind. One after another Jim Ryde supplied a name and brief history to go with each of the faces.
"Officer Peter Harlow, age 27, New York, Caucasian. Abducted 29/5/97, found shot in the back of the head 5/6/97.

Detective Anthony Jackson, age 37, Chicago, African AmericaAbduAbducted 13/12/98 found hanged 20/12/98.

Officer James Ozdolek, age 28, Washington DC, Caucasian. Abducted 3/7/99 found with his throat cut 10/7/99.

Officer Stefan Coode, age 34, Hamilton Ohio, Caucasian. Abducted 17/3/00 found suffocated 24/3/00.

Officer Mitchell Lovett, age 23, Miami, African American. Abducted 2/1/01 found stabbed to death 9/1//P> /P>
As far as we can tell they had nothing in common with each other except for the fact they all lived alone. They were each taken from their homes at night, held prisoner for seven days while they were tortured and sexually assaulted and then they were each murdered."
"You�re sure the same person is responsible for each case?" Aceveda asked him.

"Yes quite sure," Agent Ryde assured him. "You see he left his DNA and finger prints at the scene of each abduction and each murder." He glanced at his partner for a moment and then looked at Claudette when he told them, "There�s something that has never been released, not even to other law enforcement agencies, but he films everything he does to the police officers and sends the tapes to their partner everyday. In each tape he leaves us clues to decipher which will lead us to the place they�re being held, he treats it as a game to prove how clever he is."
"Jesus," Vic said, "just how sick is this bastard?"
"About as sick as it gets." Ryde answered him grimly. "Young and Alvarez will call us when their flight gets in, but to get a jump on things I�d like to make a start by setting up an incident room where we can collate all the evidence as it comes in. Then I�d like to go out to the scene and take a look for myself and find out how the CSI work is getting along."
"Of course, you�ll have everything that you need just ask." Aceveda told the agents. "If you come this way we�ll begin to sort out the logistics." As he led them out of the room Vic turned to Claudette,
"We�ll figure this out and get him back," he said trying to sound as confident as he could.
"I bet that�s what the fellow officers, friends of the other five men thought too. God we�re going to have to watch tapes of this pervert hurting Dutch knowing all the time we�re running out of time to find him. It�s a nightmare," Claudette�s voice quivered with pent up emotion as she spoke.
"I know it�s going to be hard but we�re united in this OK, we can do this together. Come on lets get to work." Vic said.
Quickly wiping her eyes Claudette nodded, "You�re right let�s go."
As they moved out of Aceveda�s office she glanced at the clock on the wall it said 10:17 am, it was going to be a long day, a long seven days she corrected herself sadly.
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