Florida Suicides Mystery Take 2 (Veil, Woof)

Ben gritted his teeth as their voices called out simultaneously in objection to his intimidation tactic. Dumb it seemed could be added to reckless it seemed when describing these girls. Not his business? Was it their business to post the names of their killers on a website claiming to seek revenge on the names posted? He wanted desperately to just scream at them, rip them apart with words. But he held his tongue, agitating them further would do nothing for the current situation besides give him some kind of catharsis. Then the girl in the middle spoke up.

Twitchy and nervous as she had been Ben had not seen her outburst coming.

Yes you were a victim. he said flatly, clearly unamused with her sweeping generalities. You became just as bad as your tormentors when you put their names on that site. He let Dianna continue, the girls seeming to trust her more than him. Not that he could blame them. Based on appearance she was small and unintimidating, appealing to them on a level that he simply couldn't. For that he was grateful as they handed over to Dianna the site information and the list of victims-to-be.

I'd get out of here if I were you Ben said sternly to the girls, not so subtly threatening them. Before I change my mind on not turning you in. Then he turned back to Dianna and the site. She was right, as they had suspected the judge was next.

I don't know that it'll be that simple he questioned, twinges of doubt in his voice. But I suppose it couldn't hurt to be on the scene, might find some clues about how the killer is doing this on the judge. With that Ben screen captured the list on his phone and ushered for Dianna to follow him. At the far corner of the parking lot was slightly beat up 2002 Saturn. It's a rental he informed her as he opened up the driver's side door, his right hand already turning the ignition and resting on the shifter. We're gonna need to get there fast, buckle up. As soon as Dianna was seated and safely secured Ben threw the car into gear burned rubber out of the parking lot. The GPS on his phone said they should be there in a matter of minutes.

Diana could not get out of the car fast enough once they reached the hospital. Florida General was a middling establishment, not the best but certainly not inadequate. People from all walks of life with a variety of ills came and went.

She ran in through the emergency room entrance, a not unusual sight considering the urgency of other cases coming in. She narrowly avoided running into a crippled child in a wheelchair, apologizing profusely.

The ER attendant looked up at Diana. "Excuse me I'm looking for judge James Jeffreys, I have reason to believe his life is in danger."

The middle aged nurse was far from alarmed. She seemed to have been quite used to these sort of things. "Well, we have a police assistance booth down the hall. You should tell them what you know."

"Thanks." Diana looked at the ER door, waiting for her company before they spoke to the police, or perhaps go directly to the judge.