Profile of Terror by Alexa Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

blood ran down her arm, staining her white sleeve crimson, as she sank to the floor.  A second shot caught a deputy in the chest, and a third bullet disabled the second deputy, who tumbled to the floor.  The bailiff rushed the judge into her chambers; terrified screams were deafening as people panicked, pushing each other to escape the room.
     
    On the floor, Brody radioed for back up and covered Carly with his body like a shield.  Cameron jerked out his gun as Gabe leapt over the wooden railing and tackled Ryder, slamming him to the floor, and struggled to grab the gun.  Gabe clamped his hand around Ryder's wrist and slammed it against the oak floor until the criminal howled with pain and released the weapon.  Cameron kicked the gun several feet away, out of Ryder's reach.  Ryder cursed and wildly bucked as he thrashed to get Gabe off him. 
     
    Pointing his gun at Ryder, Cameron said, "Move an inch and I'll blow your head off."
     
    Two deputies rushed into the room and gave handcuffs to Gabe, who quickly secured Ryder's wrists behind his back.  Jerking the man to his feet, Gabe handed him over to the deputies, who pushed Ryder toward the door leading to the cell block in the basement.
     
    In a dark rage, Ryder struggled with the deputies and screamed, "You Chase brothers are going down.  If it's the last thing I do, I'll kill all of you, and your profiling bitch gets hers first. This is her fault.  She and that Alison Brown bitch set me up!  This isn't over!  Not by a long shot!"
     
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    Gabe waited with Cameron outside the emergency department at the Morel Hospital for three hours.  Finally Brody emerged to announce that the bullet had grazed Carly's arm and she'd received some stitches to close the wound.  Thankfully he'd soon be able to take her home.
     
    Back at his office, Gabe retrieved the external drive where he'd stored Abby's laptop information, and connected it to his computer's USB port.  First he searched Abby's recent emails to see if she'd communicated about any plans she may have had on Friday.  There was nothing.
     
    Next, he opened her Internet browsing history and discovered she visited Facebook a couple of times per day, so he opened the site, then quickly found Abby's page.  Gabe didn't use Facebook, so he'd never visited her page.  Her banner at the top of the page was a horizontal photo of Abby lying on a beach in the tiniest of string bikinis.  When he clicked on her photo albums, he found they were filled with nude or partially nude photos of Abby in various positions.  Anger swept through him.  He could care less that Abby had these photographs of herself, but that she posted them in a place easily accessed by an Internet filled with countless predators was crazy.  What was she thinking?  Why didn't she just paint an online target on her back? 
     
    Just last year, he was contacted by a distraught mother who'd discovered a man in his forties was sending sexually explicit messages and photos to her fourteen-year-old daughter.  The woman brought the girl's cell phone to Gabe, and he was able to use the man's photos to trace the phone number they came from and identify the sender.  Right-clicking on each photo, he looked for evidence of an EXIF date, or data about the camera that took the photo, and the exact location and time the photo was taken.  Since the geotagging feature was enabled on the suspect's phone, each image had a latitude and longitude of exactly where the man was when the image was taken.  When Gabe handed the case over to Cameron, he was able to provide the man's name and address, and the date each photo was taken.
     
    Unfortunately, people like Abby didn't know that when they posted photos on the w web on social media sites like Facebook, with the geotagging feature enabled, they were sharing their names and locations to tech-savvy sexual predators, who use the data to track them to their doorsteps.
     
    Gabe examined Abby's photos.  Most