Newt
***
[MD 3, 2:15p, World's End Café]
"Apple pie," he said walking to the counter.
The waitress nodded, "Oh yes, we've got apple pie. Sit right down there and I'll get you a plate. Will that be ala mode?"
"No," Newt said, his mouth just watering at the thought, "Just hot apple pie."
"It'll be just a minute," she turned and headed back into the kitchen. Newt focused on the door she'd exited too, wondering how long it would take her. He had to have some apple pie.
He shifted on the stool and leaned over the counter a little. What was taking so long? "Miss?" he called. "umm .. Ma'am .." his voice rang out through the nearly empty diner. But Newt paid no attention to the curious stares he got.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," the waitress said. She sat the steaming plate in front of him, setting a shining fork beside it.
Within second, the fork was in Newts fist and the pie was in his mouth.
"My .. you must love apple pie." The waitress commented watching the young man in the dark blue suit as he literally shoved the apple pie down his throat.
He looked up at her as only crumbs remained on his plate, "More?"
She raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, sweetie. When Dolly makes apple pie it doesn't last long. That was the last piece. She handed him a napkin as crumbs covered his mouth, "How about something else?"
He took the napkin and swabbed at his mouth, "No thanks, gotta go .."
"But the bill .." she called after him. But he was out the door. "Damn!" she cursed.
"It's okay, Dolly," said a big burly cook from the kitchen, "He's staying at the park with those other suits. Add it to their tab .. and write yourself in a big tip."
She watched as the young man drove off and she shook her head, "I hope the car he's driving isn't a rental."
"Why's that?"
"It's got a smashed side window .. and it looks like a flat tire, and a missing tail light."
***
[MD 3, 2:50p, Richardson cabin]
He'd hoped he'd been right, and he had. Mrs. Richardson had an apple pie sitting in the pie keeper on the counter. Musta stuck in his head .. He pulled the glass top off and sniffed at the pie. Mmmmm, it smelled
delicious. His hand moved toward the pie and he stopped .. no, he couldn't just dig in. He needed to cut it first. Now where would you keep a knife ...
He spun around and suddenly froze as his eyes fell on a face down body through the breakfast bar. It took only a few minutes for him to realize it was lying in a pool of blood staining Mrs. Richardson's light beige carpet.
He reached for his gun, only to realize he didn't have one. Cautiously he moved to the living room, looking for signs of the murderer.
His heart beat loudly in his chest as the minutes ticked by. He slowly crept around the cabin. After a few panic filled minutes he realized there was no one else in the house. He moved the body easily recognizing that Sterling Richardson had only been dead 5-10 minutes at the most.
He hurried to the phone and dialed Kate
***
[MD 3, 3:10p, Richardson cabin]
After speaking to Kate, he called 911 and only had to wait a few minutes before sirens could be heard. He answered the questions as best he could, but it was clear as each moment passed his memory was becoming foggier. First he couldn't remember why he was even hear in the first place.
Then someone noted the pie, "Was the killer having dessert?"
Newt shrugged. There was something about apple pie, nagging at him .. but he couldn't for the life of him think of what it was.
Soon he was off and heading back to the cabins. He hoped she'd found the others, so they could start searching for Richardson's killer. He only hoped who ever had gotten to Richardson hadn't gotten to his wife.
But why would she leave. He shook his head .. no, she wouldn't leave without her son. That much he knew for a fact. He'd listened to her talk about her son this morning when they'd been waiting for her husband to come home. Her son meant everything to her. He suspected more then her own life. He wondered if all mothers felt that way ..
***
[MD 3, 3:35p, Detla's cabins]
When Newt pulled up, Kat and September were waiting for him. Both of them stared wide-eyed at the car. Newt had noticed the window when he got in and he could feel the flat tire as he drove, but he had no clue how any of those things had happened, and when he tried to remember, all he got was a splitting headache.
"Newt, this is a rental .." Kate groaned.
He looked at her grimly, "I know .. but honestly Kate, I don't know how any of it happened. And what's worse, I don't remember why I was coming back here."
"You called me and I told you to get back here."
"I called you?" He frowned, "Must've done that before I called 911 .." he sighed, "I really don't like this feeling."
"We don't have time for that, we've got to find Logan Richardson, before they kill him .. or worse." September interrupted him.
Newt nodded, "And Mrs. Richardson too. She wouldn't have gone anywhere without Logan. She my bet is that they got to her too."
Kate frowned, "Com'on, let's go find the others."
***
[MD 3, 6:00p, Delta cabins]
Newt stepped out of the Cabin and came face to face with an angry looking policeman, "Agent Prescott?"
"Yes?"
The man grabbed his wrist and slapped handcuffs on, spinning him around backwards roughly, to grab the other wrist linking them behind the young agents back. Newt groaned as he felt his arm twisted around behind him. "What's this about?" he asked.
The policeman ignored his question and began reciting him his rights, when Kate and the others joined them. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Mr. Prescott here is being arrested for the murder of Sterling Richardson and possibly of the rest of his family as well."
"What!" Kate looked at them wide-eyed, "You can't do that .."
"Afraid so, ma'am. I have the order for his arrest right here and we have enough evidence to prove that he did it .."
Back to mission logs.