Thirty
Jo entered the chief’s office and stopped
dead. “Ben?” she said quietly, he smiled
and motioned for her to close the door.
“What’s going
on? Who are all those people?”
“My team”
“What? I don’t
understand”
“Jo I’m with the
FBI, I wanted to tell you I was undercover but I couldn’t”
“Oh! So how come you were here?”
“I’m with the
Civil right’s division”
“What?”
He indicated for
her to sit down, then sat himself down on the edge of the desk, “We got a
number of complaints from people, complaints that all originated from this
precinct”
“So you had to
come and investigate?”
“Yeah”
“Tell me, was I
under investigation?”
“Everyone was Jo,
but I established very quickly that you were cleaner than clean, that’s why I
assigned myself to you”
She smiled, “Is
that why you called me in here?”
“No, I’ve got a
job for you, I want you to go home and change into casual clothes, after which
I want you to head over to FBI headquarters, ask for Gerry Welsh and ask him to
give you everything he has on the Ingebrigtsen case”
“What? You’ve been investigating it all along?”
“Yeah, well that
among other things”
“Okay”
“Oh and Jo”
She turned round
to face him.
“Good job by the
way”
She grinned and
almost skipped out of the office.
Mark studied all the Ingebrigtsen case
notes, he had to admit that the transcript of the trial didn’t make very pretty
reading and from where he sat it did look as though Ingebrigtsen was as guilty
as sin, Hollie entered the office carrying a mug of
coffee. “Here, I thought you could use
some” she said, he sat back on the black leather swivel chair, then smiled as
he took the mug. “You getting anywhere?”
she inquired, he slowly shook his head.
“Maybe I should have let my father get one of the others to cover this”
he fretted, Hollie placed her arm casually around his shoulders and stared down
at all the paper work, “You’ll get through it” she said positively, he looked
up to where she stood. “I wish I had as
much faith” she bent down and kissed his cheek, “You can do this Mark, you just
got to believe in yourself”, that to Mark, was easier said than done.
Jo, entered FBI
headquarters about half an hour later, dressed casual in black slacks and white
sweater, her hair tied back in a pleat. “May I help you madam?” she glanced at
the young woman then smiled. “Ad…err”
she wasn’t sure how to address him, “Agent Adams?” the woman queried, Jo smiled
then nodded, “Yeah, he sent me over, I’ve to go talk to…” the girl nodded,
“Agent Welsh, yeah I know, here put this on” Jo took the identity badge and
pinned it to her jacket, then followed the woman’s directions.
Gerry turned towards her “Hey Jo is it?”
she nodded as she closed the door.
“Yeah, my partner said you would be coming
over today”
Jo’s heart
sank. It hadn’t occurred to her that Ben
could have another partner.
“Put this on and
let’s get down to work huh?” she caught the white coat and quickly pulled it
on.
“So, Ben said
you’re very good at your job” Gerry continued talking.
Jo looked surprised. “He did?” she answered,
Gerry nodded “Yup
and a compliment like that coming from him, ain’t to be taking lightly, pass me
that slide would you hon?” she looked around then obeyed.
“So, what we got then?” he glanced down to
where she stood and grinned.
“Well I’m just
trying to match those hair samples but it’s kinda difficult with nothing to go
on”.
Jo looked at the
case notes, an idea springing to life.
She glanced at him, “Agent Welsh, d’you really need me?” he stared at
her,
“Why?”
She took a few steps backward, “Coz there’s
somewhere else I really gotta be”
“Okay, Oh hey,
you ain’t gonna go off and do something completely stupid are you? Ben said you’re apt to do that sometimes.”
“No, there’s just
someone I gotta see, that’s all”
“Fine, go on
then”
Jo left FBI headquarters, got into her
car and headed off towards the freeway, her soul intention was to talk to
Shelby Geddes and possibly get a hair sample.
Even if that meant she had to pull it out of her Goddamn head.
“Are you
listening to me bitch, I said get some rope”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why are we doing
this, surely we should just call the cops?”
Christian began
to come round.
“Get some rope,
now quickly before he wakes up”
She dashed into
the nearest closet, not quite coherent enough to know what she was doing.
“What the he…”
Christian said as he tired to sit up.
A booted foot
pressed against his chest, restraining him once more, and another blow to the
head and he was out again.
Just as
The bell rang once again, “They ain’t
going” she said, her companion drew out a gun then sneaked behind the door and
indicated for her to open it. “Hello
“I don’t
understand”
“What’s there to
understand?”
“What the hell
are you doing?”
“What does it
look like?”
“You’ll never get
away with it”
“I did once”
“I knew this was
a stupid idea”
“Shut the hell
up”
Jo flinched as she felt the rope tighten
around her wrists. She’d really out done
herself this time.
“What are you
gonna do?” she asked
“Oh what d’you
think
“Why make it any
harder for yourself?”
“Shut up”
“You won’t get
away with killing us”
“Wont I? We’ll see about that, go bring the car
round?”
“People will come
looking for me” Jo continued.
“Well they won’t
find you”
“You haven’t
thought this through”
“Cut the crap,
let’s go”