Suspect Zero Page #5

A former closet, converted into useful space. FIVE FAX

MACHINES sit on stands, sharing a surge protector. One fax

machine is printing. Mackelway approaches it.

Six pieces of paper await him. The first is a TOP-SHEET,

written by hand:
"Attention: Agent Thomas Mackelway, FBI

Resident Agency - Wichita Falls." No sender named.

He looks beneath the top sheet - at Page One of the fax.

A young BOY stares back at him, his face photostatically

copied. Across the top, also-handwritten: "HAVE YOU SEEN ME?"

At the bottom of the sheet, typed, we read:

"Jason Corey, Age 14. Ht. 5'1", Wt. 130, Eyes Brn, Hair Brn.

Last Seen:
Riverside, Ca. Date of Disappearance: 10-16-99."

Mackelway eyes the face, then the vitals. No idea why this was

sent to him. Then he looks at Page Two.

A young WOMAN stares back at him this time. Another faxed

photo. Another "HAVE YOU SEEN ME?" scrawled across the top of

it. And, at the bottom of the sheet:

"Anna Casitas, Age 22. Ht. 5'6", Wt. 125, Eyes Brn, Hair Blk.

Last Seen:
Macon, Ga. Date of Disappearance: 5-6-00."

The other three faxes are more of the same: Pictures and

vitals. Faces. Facts. "HAVE YOU SEEN ME?"

He looks at the bottom of the transmissions, finds the fax

number of the sender. Dials it. All he hears back is the loud

grainy shriek of a dedicated fax line.

He eyes the faxes again. It's not alarming, but it's odd. Then

Charlton emerges from his office, shouting:

CHARLTON:

Mackelway! You gonna sit on your ass all

day, or do you wanna do something?

Mackelway's out of this room in an instant.

CUT TO:

9 EXT. REST STOP - OFF THE INTERSTATE - DAY 9

Your standard roadside rest-stop: a parking lot with weeds

poking through it and bathrooms you wouldn't go near. Those

STORMCLOUDS we saw earlier are CLOSER now...

POLICE CARS and HIGHWAY PATROL MOTORCYCLES fill this site.

Charlton's FBI SEDAN pulls up. He and Mackelway get out.

Two men approach: SHERIFF HARRY DYLAN, 50; and his deputy, BUD

GRANGER, a gangly, baby-faced pup.

DYLAN:

Afternoon, Rick.

(Charlton nods)

Looks like a robbery/homicide. Body's

over that way.

He gestures toward a ravine, where a TOW TRUCK is currently

lowering a winch toward an abandoned vehicle.

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