Winston Dellamore Taylor, one of two detectives of the Bedford Police, was reviewing the cases that were filed over the weekend. Fortunately with a name like his, the nickname of ‘Dell’ seemed to stick with him since childhood.
For a murder or kidnapping, they would probably call him or page him on a weekend case. However, that was pretty rare. Burglaries were the most common. And being generally non-violent in nature, could wait until the normal workweek began. Some of the suburbs were especially sought after by buglers because of the lure of better property to steal. More expensive stuff meant better fencing opportunities. Along with that however, came risks. The risk of being caught on home surveillance video, tripping an alarm system or in Dell’s case, getting investigated by the Bedford police. They may be a small police department, but with less workload than many typical crime burdened urban police departments, they had a pretty high ‘case solved’ rate. He was pretty proud of their success.
“Haven’t had a missing persons case in a while” Dell said to Randy who was going over the case reports filed during the weekend with him.
“I don’t know if there’s much to her story. She seemed pretty shook up, but a young fella like that could be anywhere and know perfectly well exactly where he is. I sent a patrol car to her place to check things out, but they came up clean. Once they had her settled in, they made a couple of inquiries of neighbors they could find at home, but nobody saw anything.”
“What about some of these details? Being followed?”
“I think she’s just extra anxious. Even the medicine cabinet door thing. It really had her spooked, but she’s so jumpy, she may have closed it and not even realized it. Then latter, when she saw it, she just freaked out a bit and bolted.”
“Yeah, but one thing really bothers me,” Dell said, “Think back, oh, about eight months ago.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“This Chris Chandler isn’t the first mathematician to disappear from that company…”