Watching Snow Fall Chapter 21 Preview

It's a short one, but I think you'll appreciate it.  
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Eileen pressed play.

"Webb," Phillips voice groaned out, "by now you've read the files. And you've found Dr. Gordon's residence uptown. Clever girl."

The tape recorder laid plainly on the cherry wood dresser. Eileen smiled as she opened said dresser's fourth drawer.

"Thank you, sir," said Eileen.

"Don't get gushy," Phillips' recording says, half-jokingly. It surprised Eileen; Phillips knew her a little too well. "We're still a few steps behind them. Remember the Moonlight Initiative. I'd try the obvious places first, then get creative."

Eileen wondered aloud to Tape Recorder Lou Diamond Phillips, "I wonder if Gordon took it with him. It would sense; finding him is just as impossible as finding his projects."

A pause, and then Phillips' voice told her, "I'll give further directions at the next check point. Report any paranormal activity in Gordon's house... especially in the kitchen."

Eileen made a mental note to not go into the kitchen unless absolutely necessary. Getting inside the house was easy with the phaser watch the agency issued her, thank goodness. But once inside, all she could find were tweed jackets and a few seasons of Monk on DVD. It spelled out "typical middle aged biologist" to Eileen.

A rough patch. That's what it was. All she needed was a creaky floorboard that was really a hidden compartment, or maybe a bookcase/secret door.

Gordon was AWOL, so she couldn't ask him questions. Not that he'd cooperative anyway. And not that Eileen wanted to talk to a man with Jerry McGuire as a friend. She never met the lawyer face to face, but Phillips had sent her a video tape of all of his commercials compiled together. It all was disturbing to Eileen... But nothing was more curious and off putting than McGuire's eyes. She finally understood why Phillips told her not to stare at them for too long.

Phillips wasn't interested in McGuire's other friends, except Gordon, and if finding Gordon's work could help solve the Throat Ripper murders, Eileen would scour the missing man's house like a madwoman.

Eileen put her hands on her hips and considered the queen sized bed.  

"We've been looking for this information for years. It'd be a big help if you could at least find the prototypes."

Underneath Gordon's bed were a stack of paperback books on various subjects such as golf and the founding of Rome. None of them were a help to Eileen.

"It be a big help if any of this made sense," Eileen complained.

"And Eileen?" Phillips said.

She heard a car pull up. Eileen hopped onto Gordon's bed and went towards the window to see a limo parked at the house gates.

A tall, red faced and red haired man was pushing past the gate doors.

Benson and Mordecai followed closely behind.

"Be resourceful. Your friends are smarter than we thought."

The tape stopped abruptly, and Eileen hastily phased herself downstairs.