Chapter Twenty
The two police officers pulled up the available public records for Amanda Michelsen. It showed a speeding ticket, a ticket she received on the beach earlier this year for a bikini that was deemed too revealing. Her motor vehicle records showed she had traded a Honda Accord for a new Mustang earlier as well. Officer LaShay printed the records for them. "Did she show for court in the bikini thing?"
"I don't think so. I think it shows she mailed in the fine," LaShay said.
"Any wants or warrants on her?"
LaShay turned back to the computer and did a nationwide search for Amanda's records. The wait was all of thirty seconds for them, "Let's see, the only hit was a loud party she attended in her freshman year of college. Her name was taken, and nothing was pursued beyond that. She has a clean record, no wants or warrants."
Clark, tapped a pencil to his lips. "How long ago was the speeding ticket?"
"Let's see, six years ago and she paid the fine. We've got nothing to bring her in for. But that doesn't mean we can't go talk to her."
Clark asked, "How long before the camera's cleared?"
"It should have been ready by now." LaShay lifted the phone and called downstairs to the equipment room and was informed that all was set and ready for them. "Let's go!"
"Wait. Do we know where she works?"
LaShay searched the print outs in her hand, and after a moment began shaking her head, "Nope. We don't have that one."
"Where first? Her home or the old boyfriends home?" Clark asked.
"I'm betting she's at work. The girl's got her shit together it seems. I mean, look, she's had one ticket in her car, quite a while back. And she wore a thread to the beach, all us girls will try that once or twice if we have the body for it!" LaShay explained.
"So when do I get to see you wear one of those threads? You've got the body for it!"
"Steve, I love you and I love the beach, but Sweetie, I don't need the tan. Right?" she told him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.
Steven gave her an evil grin and said, "Ya got a great tan, don't let anyone else tell ya different!"
She punched him in the shoulder and the two set off to get the camera and an unmarked detectives unit to drive.
Once outside, getting into the car, Clark got behind the wheel and made the necessary checks before leaving. The radio worked, emergency lights checked out and the siren gave a short chirp. The other detective began getting the camera ready for action. Clark said, "I sure wish the courts would allow digital cameras! That'd make setup a lot faster!"
Detective Jones said, "Yeah it would, but with how fast people have learned how to modify pictures with all the computer programs that are out there, the courts wouldn't have any way to know what's been fixed and what hasn't! Besides, this 35mm isn't hard to use anyway."