> "Son of a bitch." Nick growled as he took his flashlight off and turned it
> on, running it over the top shelf for anything else.
>
> "Incriminating to us that have to track down psychos all of the time but
not
> for the cops to pick his ass up." he answered, hoping to find something
> that would be enough to pick him up on.
>
> Nothing.
>
> He looked at the pictures and nodded at the box "And damned if we don't
have
> to leave them here so we don't tip him off either."
>
> Nick wanted nothing more than to take everything relating to Rachel or Kat
> and burn it along with this house to make sure the stalker didn't have
> anything to look at before Nick beat him within an inch of his life.
>
> He looked at Derek "What now, Boss? I say stake this joint out until he
> shows up and you go scare up some of those people you know that can help
> scope out the city and more pesonal records we can't get our hands on."
>
> Nick had had stake outs that had lasted days and considering he had only
> done it for one night, he was still good to go.
>
Derek:
Derek considered this for a moment. He was more concerned about Nick doing
something drastic, than his friends actually physical health. However,
Derek didn't blame him. It was something he'd like to do himself. He put
the pictures back in the box and slipped it into the hiding place.
Standing up he looked around the place a bit more. "I think that is the
best plan," he agreed. Though he had every intention of having one of
Frank's men drive by every so often. Getting Nick out of jail for brawling
was on thing, but for murder...well it was a lot more inconvenient. Derek
started towards the front door. "Take me back to house and get whatever you
think you'll need before you come back. It could be awhile."
