9. The Missing iPhone
Shit Shit Shit...
I thought, frantically searching for my old iPhone. I had kept it from the kidnapping before last for whatever reason and now it was gone. I couldn't find a trace of it except for the earphones. I had eventually bought a nokia phone when I arrived at Lake Claire, but stupidly forgot to dispose of my old iPhone. I guess I spent so much money on it that I thought I could just wipe the data and carry on. But this meant that they could track my path, and I had a very specific path.
My first ever kill was in Texas. Then Oklahoma, then Kansas. Then I moved up to Four Corners and Lake Claire, both in Nebraska. I was moving up like a snake. I had to leave the country because of the mess I made with Lizzy. That meant skipping all of Dakota.
Once they find my phone and figure the pattern out, they'll track me better than a hound.
I was screwed.
Agent Tindall's POV
I held the phone that Mrs. Warren had given to me. I had no idea how it had come into her possession only that I was glad to have it. It belonged to Nathan Cross, A.K.A Zak Pierce. I swiped the lock screen and the phone unlocked. How stupid can this guy possibly get? I scrolled through the history, and noticed he had bought his plane ticket on the phone. I traced him, and found he had synced his new phone with this one. I didn't personally know that you could do that. I found that he as in Saskatchewan the province that most people couldn't pronounce. I booked a ticket to the province and called Agent Victor, telling her where to meet me. She agreed to meet me there in a few hours.
I drove across town to the Airport and showed the Flight Attendant my electronic ticket and boarded the plane. I have four hours to compile all the evidence I had against Nathan Cross. It was time to end his reign of terror.
I kicked a stone that was in front of me as I walked out of the cemetery. I had just witnessed my big sister being buried. she was only eighteen...she was murdered by her boyfriend. I warned her.....I warned her that he wasn't safe. Maybe I didn't speak loud enough, maybe I didn't try hard enough. She was dead, he was alive...Why didn't she fight? Lizzy, why didn't you fight him? Why didn't you kick and scream...you never had an issue screaming at me...and I was your brother.