I'm a cop and I found a secret train station (Part 2)

Part 1
“Jesus Christ, Barkley.†Chief Fox was not happy. “You wanna explain to me how the hell you made next of kin notification to the wrong family?â€
Of course, he didn’t call Koonz into his office despite the fact that Koonz was the one who actually made the identification.
“Chief, I’m really not sure what happened. I was told the identity of our Jane Doe was Tiffany Akers and I just followed orders and notified her parents.â€
Chief Fox wasn’t happy with my answer and forced me to stand in his office while he ripped me a new one. He let me know he was finished by telling me to get the **** out of his office.
I caught up with Sergeant Oakley and asked, “Hey Sarge, question. What’s our next step with identifying our Jane Doe since AFIS was wrong when Koonz ran her prints?â€
Sergeant Oakley rubbed his forehead. Half of his lower lip was protruding, making nearly no effort in hiding his dip. “That’s the weird thing, Barkley. I had them run the prints again and it keeps coming back to Tiffany Akers. So then I thought maybe you just got the wrong Tiffany Akers in your search-“
I gave him a sharp look that let him know I didn’t like his accusation.
“Listen. This whole situation is ****ed up. Not surprisingly, you did everything right. That’s the right Tiffany Akers. Next step is to bring this girl in and ask her a few questions.â€
“You think she could have a twin?â€
“Even if she did, twins don’t have the same fingerprint. Come on now, miss top of her class didn’t know that one?â€
I could feel my cheeks blush. “****. I forgot about that one.â€
The station door swung open and I saw Tim walk in with Tiffany and guide her to our interview room. I looked over at Sergeant Oakley like a kid in a candy store.
Sergeant Oakley rolled his eyes and laughed. “Go ahead. You can question her with Briggs.â€
I hurried to the interview room and let Tim run through all of the standard introductory questions.
“Do you have any idea who the girl in the train station could be?†he asked.
Tiffany shrugged. “I have no idea. But I can promise it isn’t me.â€
She didn’t sound eager to help, but she also wasn’t hostile and came in voluntarily. She was hard to read, and normally I take pride in my ability to read people easily.
Tim continued, “Have you ever been to the old train station before?â€
“Nope.â€
Tim asked a few more questions but he was getting nowhere. I chimed in and asked, “Would you mind if we ran your fingerprints to compare to our victim’s? I would just be curious to see how similar they are.â€
Tiffany sat up and her jaw tensed. “Actually. I do mind. If you don’t have any more questions, then I’d like to leave now.â€
“No problem at all. Tim just had a couple more standard questions to ask you like where you went to school and all that jazz if you don’t mind answering those and then you can go.â€
She sat back and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.â€
Tim understand my subtle hints and made up some bull**** questions to ask her while I excused myself from the room. I grabbed some Windex and a ran and cleaned the glass front door from top to bottom.
I gave Tim the signal that he could let Tiffany go and he let her out from the interview room.
“Hey Tiffany, you can head out that way, I need to talk to Officer Briggs here real fast.â€
Tiffany didn’t say a word and she headed straight toward the front door. She placed her right hand on push bar, and placed her left hand against the glass to push the door open and off she went.
“Tim. Grab the kit. I’m going to process that door.â€
“You sneaky genius.â€
I grabbed the kit and lifted a nice set of prints off the glass. I eventually ran the prints through our system and waited.
Processing…
Processing….
Processing…
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I felt my heart rate increasing.
No Results Found.
She wasn’t in the system.
“Tim…†I didn’t know what to say.
“Well, ****.†Tim scratched his peppered hair.
I dialed Koonz and asked him to bring me the prints from the body and I wanted to compare them next to one another. This was something I would normally ask the PA state lab to do, but I was too anxious. I had enough training to at least be able to tell if they were the same or not.
Sure enough, I held the two sets of fingerprints next to each other and I could immediately tell that they weren’t the same. One had radial loops while the other had plain arches.
I lifted my gaze from the prints and looked at Tim. “Alright. Two things could be happening here.â€
Tim listened closely.
“Either you just interviewed some girl who isn’t the real Tiffany Akers, or whoever entered these fingerprints into the system incorrectly labeled them as being Tiffany Akers.â€
“I’m putting my money on the second theory.â€
“Yeah. So am I.â€
But all I had was a theory. I needed to prove it. I decided to find out how and why Tiffany’s prints were even entered into the database in the first place. Usually people’s fingerprints are entered when they’re arrested, apply for federal jobs, become a teacher, etc. Not many kids are just randomly entered into the system.
I headed back to the Akers’ and was glad to see Tiffany was still out. I spoke with Mrs. Akers and asked her if she knew why Tiffany’s prints would have been entered into the system.
“Well, her father thought it was a good idea when she was younger.â€
“Why did he think that was a good idea?â€
“He used to work with the FBI. He just retired last year actually! Anyway, he was always so paranoid that something bad would happen to Tiffany that he thought it was best to have her fingerprints and DNA entered in the system. He asked me to do the same. I found no harm in it.â€
I never would have thought of that. “Wow. That was really cautious of him,†I commented.
“That’s my husband for you. Always cautious.â€
I thanked Mrs. Akers for her time and I decided to head back to the train station for any additional clues we might have missed when we found the body.
I opened the wooden doors and sneezed when the dust kicked up. I followed our original path to the sewer grate and lowered myself down the ladder until I reached the hidden train platform. As I was looking around, I felt the floor rumble. What the…
A train flew past me, traveling nearly 100 mph. It was a freight train. Why the hell would a freight train travel underground? Wait a second. Why the hell is there any train traveling down here when nobody knew this thing existed? I thought this was some unfinished project from decades ago.
I grabbed my radio and clicked my mic, but I had no reception.
The train was still traveling past me. It was so incredibly long. It started to slow down. I stood in the middle of the platform, dumbstruck, watching as this train was now coming to a stop.
I slowly lowered my hand to my gun.
A door opened from the caboose. “****!â€
The door slammed shut and just like that, the train started up again. I ran off to the side and tried my radio again. Still no reception.
Before I could do anything, the train was gone as fast as it appeared. I ran upstairs and finally was able to radio Dispatch. I announced what I had just witnessed across the radio and sat down on one of the old wooden benches in the lobby.
I felt a cool breeze tickle the back of my neck. I reached my hand up to my neck and rubbed it. I heard whispering from behind me and I spun around so fast that my gun slammed against the bench.
No one was there.
I noticed that during my clumsiness, I dropped my handcuffs on the ground. I bent over to grab them and noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. I picked it up.
Meet me at the train station at 7:30. Wear something sexy.
The paper was still white and crisp. This was new.
I put the note in a baggie and headed back to the station to process it as evidence. Tim grabbed me from the evidence room.
“Sarah. You’re never gonna guess what our girl Tiffany was up to today.â€
“What?â€
“I thought I’d keep an eye on her after she left, so I took the unmarked cruiser and followed her from a distance.â€
“Now look who’s the sneaky genius!†I yelled with laughter.
“Yeah yeah. Well she went to some guy’s house. This dude had to be at least my age and she was… involved with him.â€
“Ew. What?â€
“Yeah. I’m telling you. I think this is all related.â€
“Nice work. You gonna bring the guy in for questioning? Who is he?â€
“That’s the thing… he’s an FBI agent.â€


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