Don't Scream

Chapter 71

Paisley Floyd lived at 9021 Seminole st. The scene looked alarmingly like that unfolded at Sarra's house when Lexi died, yellow ribbon, strobes of blue and red so dense they could be seen even in the afternoon light, swarms of uniforms fighting back camera's and shouting at reporters.

Brian pushed through them with Harrison and parked the car in the park. They jogged to the sidewalk, meeting up with Dean and three other men and a woman, all wearing FBI jackets.

"Everybody evacuated?" Brian asked, looking at the houses on either side of Paisleys's and across the street.

"Yea."Dean said. "One block in every direction has been emptied. No one around."

Except the ever increasing crush of people gathering around the yellow ribbon hoping for a freak show. "You gotta move everyone off the street." Brian said.

"We are doing it, we are doing it." someone answered.

"Infra reds didn't pick up anyone inside." Dean said his hands riding low on his hips. "They are  setting up the mikes and amps now."

"OK." Brian said. It took a few minutes, while they all stood around with their fingers up there noses and nothing to do but wait. The TAC unit had secured the exterior of the house to  let the FBI's entry team work. The entry team used thermal imaging camera's to sense collections of heat that indicated a live being, then placed sound equipment on the outside of the walls. The microphones could detect any sounds in rooms with exterior walls, Beyond that....

Brian shook his head. "It doesn't feel like a trap. I don't think he is in there waiting to spring something."

"He still has those guns he picked up from Damien's." Harrison said. " Could of decided to bring you over here looking for a gift and then pop you from the front window."

"Excuse me." Said a woman in uniform. she was a local cop. "My partner and I were in the area when you rolled up. Agent. " She said to Dean. "We would like to help, on behalf of lieutenant Phil Mead."

Dean put his hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. Hold tight, there will be something to do soon."

"I found a neighbor who knows the house."

Dean looked at her, cracked a smile. Phil's team was good. "And?"

"She says there hasn't been anything going on the past few days. Except she saw the owner's Lexus in the driveway yesterday, wondered about it because Paisley always put it inside."

"Floor plan?"

The officer pulled out a ruff sketch. "Front door opens into a small living room, then straight back to the dining room and opens to the kitchen on the right. Two bedrooms, Both have outside walls. This bathroom doesn't, though, and there is a basement."

So if someone was in either the bathroom or the basement, the FBI's equipment would'nt be able to pick it up.

Brian inhaled, nostrils flaring. No one was in there. Not alive anyway.

But they listened for another few minutes before Dean decided it was time to go in.

"So how is it going down there?" The female officer asked Brian. "Stealth or force? Phil always said the FBI likes stealth."