Pretty Broken Dolls by Jennifer Chase

Chapter Fifty

Friday 2245 hours

McGaven followed John into the main forensic examination room. John pulled up a chair and began searching through a database that was unfamiliar to McGaven. He watched as the forensic supervisor clicked in and out of programs until he came to what looked like a type of GPS program.

“Okay, we can put Katie’s cell phone number in and it should tell us by pinging off of the cell towers where she is—or at least a close proximity.”

McGaven watched the screens eagerly, waiting for the outcome.

“Here we go,” he said and pressed the enter key.

Both men watch the screen search through large areas of the county and then begin to narrow the pursuit until finally it pinpointed a specific area.

“Where is that?” asked McGaven.

“Looks like the outskirts of town.”

“It’s rural. Lots of farmland. What’s in the vicinity?”

“Of course,” said John. “It’s near the fairgrounds.”