#2 FLASH: The Imposter (Continued)
There are a lot of kidnappings which leave no ransom notes! Sometimes their families grab them so they can have her."
"She had no uncles, aunts or cousins."
"The God parents are waiting for one right as we speak!"
"Why would the kidnapper kill the parents, where is the logic in that!"
"He is trying to show how serious he is!"
"Sounds more like stupidity!"
"That's it." Janson said sitting down again. He opened his drawer and brought out an already filled out complaint, "You see this? You know what this is mother fucker? This is called a fucking complaint!" he said holding it up so Jack could see it, "I am going to get some tape, hand it to the A.D. and they will stick it firmly onto your ass. You are going down you crazy fuck! Now get out of my office!"
*FLASH*
Jack watched the woman run quickly down the office and into Janson's door, "Agent Janson, somebody reported somebody break into the Labardo household!" His eyes went wide as he saw Janson and Fredrick's run down the hall after her.
*Flash*
She tore the house up as she looked for money. She found a little and shoved it into her pockets, minutes later she could hear police car's pull up to the house?
*Flash*
Oh shit." Jack said, "She will kill herself." He said and immediately abandoned his mop and other equipment and ran towards his car. He took the most shortcuts he knew. Most of the other police cars were there when he finally got to the house. He drove around it and into street down. The rain poured onto Jack's trench coat and fedora as he ran towards the house. He jumped over fences and entered the back way where nobody could see him. He pulled his gun as soon as he reached the back porch. He could already hear other officers opening the fence to get into the back yard. Jack noticed a broken glass where the girl had entered and climbed through it.
The first thing he noticed was that he was in the basement, "Jamie?" He called out as he pointed the gun in all corners securing the area. He walked to the door and stood to the side and opened the door pointing his gun at the crack of the opening, he peered in and saw the stairs deserted. He could hear the floor creek as he slowly walked up them. Outside he could hear Janson's voice, "We have the house surrounded, come out with your hands up!"
Jamie?" he called out in a loud whisper but no response came. He knelt down as he looked over the top of the railing of the steps to see if there was anybody else in the house, "Jamie? Let me here your voice! I am not here to arrest you! I just want to know were you are so we can talk!" he called out as he reached the top step. He crouched down as he looked about the building. He slowly crawled under the windows to the next stair case, "Jamie where are you!" he yelled as he walked up the stairs to a blackened upstairs. All the other doors were open or ajar except for Jamie's bedroom.
Still holding his pistol he walked up to the room and placed his back against the wall, "Jamie, I am going to open the door. Understand? Don't do anything." He said as he slowly reached out with his open hand and pulled the knob. He pointed the pistol into the crack as he opened it slightly peering in with one eye to try and see anything. He opened it the rest of the way and slowly slipped in, "Jamie?" he whispered calmly as he looked in the room.
He turned his attention to the closet where she was curled up in a small ball with the barrel of the pistol in her mouth. Jack backed away trying his best to remain calm, "Oh Jesus." He could see her crying in fear as he watched him carefully, "Ummm?listen?may I sit down?" she made no acknowledgement as he slow, brought her small chair over and sat down facing her but keeping his distance, "Jamie, I am going to put my gun down. Okay? You are in no danger right now." He said as he placed his gun onto the floor in front of his feet. Jamie watched him do it with her tearful eyes. She immediately reverted her attentions to Jack as he leaned sat back again rolling up deeper, "Jamie, I just want to talk to you. I am here to do nothing else. I would like you to take the gun out of your mouth. Can you do that for me?" he asked politely. She shook her head violently and shoved it farther into the upper cavity of her mouth, "I am not here to arrest you, I am going to help you. But I can't do that if you keep the pistol in your mouth."
She hesitantly pulled the gun from her mouth and placed it under her chin. Jack sighed in relief, "Thank you Jamie, "How old are you?"
She just starred at him without saying a word, "Are you thirteen?" he asked and she nodded her head nervously, "Is that the gun you used to kill your parents?"
She shoved the pistol father into her skin feeling the horrendous guilt which was bestowed on her, "Why did you do it?"
She closed her eyes and began to cry, "I can help you Jamie but I need?"
"No?" She squeaked out.
"What?"
"I said no!" she screamed crying harder, "I am beyond help!" she cried closing her eyes again letting her pale face soak in the sweat and tears.
"Why do you say that!"
"I killed them! I am fucked!"
"Not yet, I may be able to save them if you help me out." He said calmly.
"How can you say that?"