The Background Search

Grayson Soares pulled into Treasure Cay, Bahamas and noticed the FBI man waiting for him. He shrugged as he tied his sailboat to the slip. After turning in the Nassau mass shooter, he was getting used to answering questions.

He invited Special Agent Newton aboard and opened a beer.

“Don’t get me wrong,” said Newton. “We appreciate you, but you knew an amazing amount of info about the shooter.”

“He chartered my boat so I looked him up.”

“About that. You knew more about him than, NCIS for gun purchases, reveals. You knew he’d been diagnosed with schizoprenia and he wasn’t taking his meds. You knew he had two AR-15 assault rifles and two Glock G19s. Did you look in his bags?”

Grayson took a long swig. “Nope.”

“You knew more than the FBI with all our databases! How’d you do it?”

Grayson shrugged. “I looked him up on Facebook.”

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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30 Responses to The Background Search

  1. You can’t pass this off as fiction, Eric. It’s too true! 😉
    And very well told.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Hehe. It’s a topic I’ve ben thinking about a lot lately. I keep wondering why, if the ads that pop into yahoo, reflect what I’ve been searching lately, can’t the same tech be used for background checks. It doesn’t seem like rocket science to me. At Parkland, it seems like everybody but the FBI knew something bad was coming. Sheesh!

      Thanks Christine!

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      • I’ve heard that employers check the Facebook pages of job applicants. It’s amazing what pictures people will post of themselves! After the little riot in downtown Vancouver young people were posting pictures of themselves smashing windows and police cruisers. Very handy for cops needing evidence. Not handy for getting hired.

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      • EagleAye says:

        Yeah, it is amazing. People seem willing to confess to all sorts of things where everybody in the world can see it. I’m thinking if people are stupid enough to post their intimate details the various judicial branches should put it to good use.

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  2. Vividly true. And most unfortunate. Well told.

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  3. k rawson says:

    I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I’m guessing “Newtown” was no coincidence either, and it adds a chilling touch to your story.

    On a slightly lighter note–I have an endless amount of trivia about this area and you reminded me of an actual event that happened just two miles away. While OJ Simpson was on his momentous chase in the white Bronco, his yacht was parked in the Sea of Abaco. His staff was in one of the local grocery stores stocking up–per OJ’s orders. I heard this from the store owner who said investigators came out to interview him! It is the sort of place one can hide out, I guess. But not with your Grayson around.

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    • EagleAye says:

      This one has a mix of feelings to it, so I don’t blame you not knowing how to react. I don’t know either.

      When the FBI is firing on all cylinders, they’re an effective force, expert at stopping the bad guys. They can appear in the most unexpected places having seriously researched their subject. I just wish they could do that all the time.

      Thanks so much, Karen!

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  4. Dale says:

    Guffaw! So friggen true it hurts…

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  5. pennygadd51 says:

    Your story had me smiling, EagleAye! Facebook knows an awful lot about us. I’m not sure that I care, personally; should I, though?

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    • EagleAye says:

      Nah! What’s in Facebook is what people willingly put there. Crazy, right? I have even seen married couples, living together, having extremely public arguments on Facebook. Crazy, right? So if you don’t want people to see your dirty laundry, just don’t post it.

      Glad you were smiling. Thanks so much, Penny! 🙂

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  6. I do my level best to watch what I post on Facebook. Pictures of cats, ravens, good books…. Catch me if you can. A delightful take on the prompt.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Oh yeah. We should all be careful, but many are not. Check mine out and mostly you’ll see my flash fiction and pictures of my daughter Hannah. Pretty basic, actually.

      Glad you enjoyed this. Thanks Alicia!


  7. Lyn says:

    I sometimes wonder why more writers aren’t being investigated given the subject matter and the amount of research some of us do. We’re probably all on the watch list for the FBI, CIA, NSA, Interpol, ASIO and ASIS 😀

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  8. Dear Eric,

    I laughed out loud. Sorry, I was already finished drinking my coffee so my nose and keyboard are dry. 😉



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  9. prior.. says:

    hahaha – the revealing inof on fb…
    nailed it!
    and can you pass me one of those beers?

    The wway your wrote about the beers (opened one – then long swig) made me smell the brew

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  10. Hee hee! It’s amazing (and scary) what Facebook knows about us.

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  11. draliman says:

    Ha! That should always be the first port of call for law enforcement. There was probably a selfie of him in his bedroom with the guns 🙂

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  12. A well crafted story, like the surprise ending very much. Good one.

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