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on making us breakfast, but Buck said he had to take care of a couple of errands before we could eat and needed my help so it would be his treat. She accepted that and scampered back off into Dad’s room.
     
    “Good, now we both have lied to my mother.” I smiled.
     
    Since it was still early, we decided to actually get breakfast so we stopped at a Denny’s by the police station. We ate and talked about the murders, and I gave him a timeline on the whole mess. We talked till about 8:30. Buck paid since he was still employed, and we headed out.
     
    We got to the Clinton Twp. police station by about 9:00 A.M., and Buck parked. I said I’d be back soon as possible. Buck replied that he had his DVD player with him and was going to watch a movie. I went in and told the desk officer I was supposed to see Trapper. He got on the phone and sent me into the waiting room. I ended up on the same wooden chair while I waited. Trapper came out and signaled me to follow him into his office.
     
    “Early yesterday the Warren police received a call from a hysterical woman saying she got an email threatening her life. They sent a detective out. He recognized the M.O. and assigned an officer to watch her. He called my office, but I was out on the Harper case. Some knucklehead didn’t get the message to me. I swear I’m working with idiots. Last night around midnight the protecting officer let the woman go into her kennel to calm a dog going nuts. The officer stood by the door but didn’t follow her in. Bad move. She was in there excessively long, so the officer went in. He found the woman lying in a dog cage, dead. Coroner was called and said it looked like blunt force trauma, blow to the head, hard enough to crush her skull. Their investigation didn’t find the weapon, but they are still looking. The same detective from earlier got on the horn and tracked me down to confer on the facts between his murder and my two. I went there to observe. I called you to see if this woman was any classmate you knew. Now how’d you know about this woman’s location and occupation?”
     
    I told him about looking through my yearbook, finding the cheerleading photo of Dee and Joyce together and checking the internet for more info on the other girls. I passed on the info on the other women and showed him the yearbook photo which I had copied on my scanner. He sat listening and then sighed.
     
    “I guess I’m not going to be able to stop you from invest… sorry, asking questions to relieve your mind, so I want you to give me anything you come up with as soon as you get it. I’ll give you my cell phone number. This nut job is moving too fast for us. You are now an unofficial civilian advisor on the case.”
     
    “Do I get a badge?” I grinned.
     
    “Don’t push it,” he snarled. “Give me the names and locations of the other cheerleaders you have.”
     
    I started to write them on the pad that he had tossed to me.
     
    “Are we going to change the name to the ‘Cheerleader Killer’ now?” I inquired.
     
    “No, classmate killer still sticks. Besides, we don’t know officially yet if it’s only the cheerleaders he’s after.”
     
    I half joked, “Maybe it’s some guy who tried out for cheerleading and was laughed off by the girls. Now he’s getting his revenge.”
     
    “Forty years later. That’s a stretch. And that’s also a weak reason for murder. Otherwise more than half the cheerleaders in the U.S. would be dead by now.”
     
    I handed him the list and asked if he was done with me. He said he was, but to keep in touch. He was going out to track down the list of survivors. I went back to the car and found Buck engrossed in some movie. He unlocked the car door, and I got in then told him more of the gory details.
     
    I was startled by a tapping on my window and turned to see Trapper standing there.
     
    “Damn it! You scared the crap out of me,” I scolded.
     
    He said, “I forgot to give you my number. Here’s