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Detective Daniel Weavers did not want to be at work. He had just spent a very relaxing week in Hawaii. He was tanned and well rested. He knew the rigors of his job would have him stressed out and pasty white in no time. He sat in his car for just a few minutes.

Carla sat behind her desk. It look out over the lobby of the police station, through the front glass double doors and into the parking lot. The tall desk was the only piece of furniture in the lobby. Carla Masterson served as both receptionist and dispatcher for the small Northern California town. She saw the detective pause at the door. She quickly smoothed out her hair and made herself look busy, though she really wasn’t.

“Morning Carla,” he said as he finally made his way into the station. He plopped his elbow up on the high desk.

“Good Morning, Detective. How was Hawaii?” Carla asked, trying to make herself look as cute and flirty as possible.

“It was great. I want to go back. Yreka, California is nothing compared to the beautiful white beaches and hot sunshine of the big Island.” He said, looking dreamily into the distance. “Well, it’s off to work now.”

With that he pushed his weight off the counter and started to walk towards his office. Carla leaned forward to watch him go.

“You have a good day, Detective.” She yelled at him.

“How many times to I have to tell you to call me Danny?” He said, turning on his heal to look at her. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. He smiled back, shrugging his shoulders too. He turned on his heal again and trudged on to his office.

“That is one attractive man! If only I was ten years younger and thirty pounds lighter” Carla said under her breath as she turned back to her computer screen. And any woman in the station would have agreed with her. Danny was a thirty-four year old with the body of a twenty year old. He in no way showed his age. He kept his body very fit, and his thick blonde hair didn’t show any signs of grays. He kept his hair rather long and shaggy, only adding to his youthful physic.

He honestly looked like your typical Southern California surfer/pot head, though he had been born and raised just outside of Yreka, in the even smaller town of Lake Shastina. His only time outside Northern California, besides the occasional trip to Hawaii or Tahiti, was the four years he spent at the University of California, Santa Barbara.

Danny sat at his desk, still not wanting to be there. He looked down at his answering machine. Sixteen new messages. And he was only gone a week. He knew who most of them would be from, too. Carolina Weavers, his soon to be ex-wife. Four years of marriage and twelve affairs, on her part. He had had enough. Unfortunately, she hadn’t. Carolina was fighting the divorce, tooth and nail. Danny sighed and pushed the play button.

He was right. Ten of them were from her. Three were from bill collectors and the last three were actually work related. His boss had some important work information. Who’d of thought, Danny said to himself. Messages about work on my work phone. It’s not a novel concept…

He deleted the messages from Carolina and wrote down the bill collectors. He began to dial the extension for Lead Detective Mike Miller, when the big man himself walk in the door. Big man was not a figure of speech, either. The guy was huge. At least 300 pounds, though no one knew for sure. Mainly because no one was brave enough to ask. Not only he big, but he was mean.

“Detective Weavers,” Miller said in is raspy, deep voice. “Nice of you to join us again.”

“Yes sir,” Danny said, trying not to laugh at the formalities that always came with talking to Miller. “Glad to be back, Lead Detective.” It amazed him how good a liar he had become since Miller had taken on the job of lead detective.

“Well, down to business then,” Miller said, taking a seat in the chair across from Danny’s desk. “Remember that case you had right before you left that was just about to come to yet another dead end? Your Jane Doe found up in Happy Camp?”

“How could I forget?” Danny shuddered. “That case is why I needed the vacation. What’s up?”

“We found out who she is,” Miller said, showing no emotion. “Name’s Stacey Wilson. College student who went missing from Chico about a month ago.”

“Wow,” Danny said, impressed. Miller usually didn’t do any investigating, now that he was Lead. And here he was with a such big breakthrough in a pretty much dead case. “How’d you figure it out?”

“Actually, it was Carla’s idea. She said with a face like that, there’s gotta be someone who will have seen her and remember her. Carla suggested we put her picture on the news. We started with just local, got no bites. Then I noticed she looked about college age, so I sent it down to Redding. And we got about thirty hits from students and faculty at Chico.”

“That’s awesome,” Danny said, truly excited. “Did we get anywhere else on the case?”

“What, you think I’m gonna do your job while you’re off in Hawaii? You are sadly mistaken. You wanted to solve this case you never should have left.” Danny studied his face and saw that Miller was totally serious. He really felt that he shouldn’t do the work of another detective even if he had made a huge breakthrough. You are such an ass, Danny thought, wanting to scream it at Miller.

“Right, how stupid of me,” Danny said sarcastically. Miller nodded in agreement, then got up and left. Danny breathed a sigh of relief when the big man left. He logged onto his computer to look up any information that had been found on Stacey Wilson. For the next few hours, he became one with his computer screen. They had dug up a lot of dirt on the young lady, most of it unrelated to the case.

Danny leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms up over his head. He needed to go for a walk. He did his best thinking while walking. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of his office. He waved casually at Carla as he stepped outside. The sun had rose high in the sky compared to when he had arrived at work. He started his walk going a lab around the building. If he still needed to think when that was done, he would wander down the street into the heart of town.

What do I have so far? Danny asked himself. He had the mutilated dead body of twenty year old Stacey Wilson. She had been a senior at Chico state. That meant she was pretty smart, putting her Freshmen year at age sixteen. She was emancipated from her parents at 15. They could have killed her, anger about the emancipation could be motive. Then again it might have been a love triangle of some type at school. From all accounts, she seemed to have dated a lot. And word on the street was that she had even stolen a couple of boyfriends. There’s more motive. Stupid, yes, but it was still possible motive.

But that time, Danny had walked once around the building. He was still nowhere near figuring this thing out. He started off down the street. Okay, lets think about the actual murder scene, Danny thought. She had been found in the middle of a winding mountain road up near Happy Camp. She had been found in the middle of the road. The guy who found her had accidentally run her over. The corner had determined that wasn’t the cause of death. She had been dead for about ten to twelve hours before hand. She had been strangle by a pair of very strong hands. More than likely, male.

And who ever had killed her had wanted her to be found. There were marks on the dirt road that showed she had been dragged from the side of the road to the center. And from the looks of things, she hadn’t been killed there. The body had been driven out there, pulled from a truck and dragged to the middle of the road. Tire tracks had shown him that much.

The murder wasn’t sexual. It was determined that young Stacey was still a virgin at the time of her death. She was found fully clothed in a simple, ankle length cream colored dress. She had no shoes on. From the state of the bottom of her feet, it looked like she hadn’t been wearing shoes for a while. Her feet were filthy, with small cuts and scrapes.

From the date she went missing, to the time of death was almost a month. This showed that whoever killed her had held her captive first. From her stomach contents, they could tell she was fed well. She was not beaten, as could be seen from the fact that there were no bruises or broken bones. The strangulation had probably been done in the heat of the moment.

Danny was almost to the end of the street and he still felt like he hadn’t figured anything out. Nothing more than he had already known, anyways. He was frustrated and tired. He turned and started walking back towards the station. He planned to call