“Ok, here's the news,” Drew said at their next meeting two days later.
“The new security procedures are working; we've had no more murders to address and according to the captain, passengers feel safer than they did before.”
“So, now what?” Joseph asked from his seat, which was the farthest away from Edward’s.
“We look at suspects. And try to determine which one is our killer or killers.” Rebecca explained.
“I’ve been studying one of our top suspects, Stephen Stryker for a couple days now and I think it's him.”
“I agree with you, Rebecca,” Drew began. “But it's soon to jump to conclusions. We can't arrest Stryker then it turns out to be someone else, like with Marcus Rothchild.”
“Or we could just confront him now,” Edward suggested.
“Or I could follow him,” Rebecca put in.
“That's too dangerous,” Drew argued.
“Maybe for you but I can handle him.”
“Just forget about it. We'll think of another plan.”
Rebecca leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, a look of infuriation and rage on her face.
“Any ideas for our next step?” Drew questioned the group.
Edward raised his hand tentatively into the air.
“That don't involve following suspects?”
Edward’s hand went down.
“Fine. Meeting adjourned,” Drew walked out of the room, shoulders tense, clearly angry. Joseph followed out behind him; shooting a quick glance of sympathy at Rebecca and Edward.
“So, you're not going to do it, right?” Edward asked Rebecca, not looking at her.
“Are you kidding? Of course I'm going to follow him. It's not like they have any other plans,” she said, with emphasis on they.
“You heard what Drew said, it's dangerous!”
“What does he know? Besides the worst case scenario; he turns out not to be the killer.”
“I know I can't stop you from going, but would you at least let me come along,” Edward said with a sigh and crossed his arms in front of him.
“Fine. And we're doing it tonight.”
“We can't just wait around for clues to show up. The only way to solve this is to get out there and spring into action.”
Rebecca looked at her watch.
“We should go now. It's about six o’clock; in if we leave now, we should be able to catch him before he gets back to his room.”
They walked along the silent corridor, walking fast enough to meet their goal but slow enough to avoid suspicion.
At the next right turn, they met up with all the post dinner patrons in the hallway.
“Wait, how are we going to find Stephen Stryker if we don't know what he looks like?” Edward asked Rebecca.
“I already thought of that,” Rebecca answered, pulling a photo out of her pocket and handed it discreetly to Edward.
In the photo, Stryker faced the camera but on a left angle so the right half of his face was out of sight. Stephen looked completely normal; not the guy you'd expect to be a killer.
Normal height, medium build, dark brown hair chopped close to his skull. He looked to be in his early thirties, maybe late twenties.
“It's a little blurry,” Edward pointed out, stating the obvious.
“I had to take it quickly, while I was walking past him. Anyways, I spot him up there,” Rebecca said, pointing up the hallway.
The two detectives pushed their way through the crowds, until they were directly behind Stryker.
They followed him up three flights of stairs, noticing how the crowd thinned out the higher they went.
Finally, it was just the detectives and suspect. Rebecca put her arm out to stop Edward and pulled behind of the tall, decorative pillar in the hallway.
Between both of their dark grey and black clothing and Rebecca’s dark skin and hair; they blended into the shadows.
A gunshot broke the silence in the corridor. Followed by the sounds of Stephen Stryker collapsing and footsteps of the shooter as they ran away, heading towards Rebecca and Edward.
“I'll follow them and you help Stephen,” Rebecca shouted at Edward.
As Edward raced to help Stryker, Rebecca chased after the unknown assassin.
Years of cross country running had made her fast; but Rebecca was still far behind the shooter, who had came to abrupt stop in front of the elevator.
Rebecca, for the first time, caught a glimpse of the shooter’s face; short, slim, tiny build, pale skin and straight black hair.
Rebecca surged forward, trying to reach the elevator before it closed. Inside the elevator, the woman pushed the close button frantically until the doors shut.
Defeated, Rebecca jogged back to Edward, who had abandoned his attempts at saving Stephen Stryker and was now calling Paul Orman.
“Yeah, I'm sure he's dead. We're on the fourth level, end of the far left hallway.”
Edward paused, listening.
“Okay. Yep. See you soon.”
Edward ended the call. He looked apologetically at Rebecca.
“I'm sorry. I couldn't save him, there was just too much blood loss.”
“It's not your fault. And it's not like I was successful, either.”