THE BRASS RING
By Mavis Applewater
For disclaimers, see Part One.
A big thank you goes out to my wonderful beta reader Joanne.
As always, this is for Heather.
"Ms. Durham, Im Dr. Jameson," Jamie introduced herself as she stepped into the exam room. She was studying the chart the nurse had handed her and didnt look at her patient. When the woman failed to respond, Jamie looked up to see the woman staring at her coldly. It wasnt an unusual reaction since most people didnt come to see her because they were feeling good. Still, there was something familiar about the brunette who was giving her a murderous look. Jamie just couldnt put her finger on where shed seen the woman before.
Jamie shrugged it off and went about examining the woman who proved to be quite uncooperative. "It looks like strep; Im going to take a throat culture just be certain," Jamie explained as she scribbled some notes on Ms. Durhams chart. "Are you allergic to any antibiotics?" Jamie asked the scowling woman as the doctors mind once again tried to recall why the woman was familiar. "Is that a no?" Jamie pressed when the woman failed to respond.
"Dr. Jameson, you have a call on line three," Evaline said as she stepped into the room.
"Thanks." Jamie nodded. "Could you take a throat culture for me while I take the call?" Evaline agreed and Jamie excused herself while her patient glared at her.
Jamie shrugged as she picked up the telephone on the wall across from her unfriendly patient. "Dr. Jameson," Jamie greeted her caller.
"James, are you all right?" CC inquired frantically.
"Caitlin?" Jamie responded in confusion. Suddenly a bedpan went flying past her head. Evaline screamed as Jamie spun around.
Jamie was stunned to find her patient looking for something else to throw at her. Jamie dropped the telephone when her memory started working. "Oh shit. Liz," she muttered as she ducked a box of gauze. A security officer stepped into the room just as Lizs aim started to improve. "Dr. Jameson, are you all right?" the man inquired as began to head towards Liz.
"Freeze!" Jamie shouted. "Now all of you calm down!" the blonde doctor asserted firmly. Thankfully everyone halted in their tracks. "Evaline, did you get the culture?" she asked quickly.
"No; she tried to bite me," Evaline responded bitterly.
"Ill get it," Jamie offered. "Why dont both of you wait outside. And you sit down," she growled at Liz.
"Dr. Jameson, I need to speak with you," the guard pleaded.
"Ill be outside in a moment," Jamie responded in a firm voice. He nodded and then he and Evaline quickly left the room.
"Liz," Jamie began as she clenched her jaw.
"Now you know my name," the woman responded in a scratchy voice.
"Look, I know Im a complete jerk," Jamie confessed in a harsh tone as she approached the woman with whom shed shared a disastrous sexual encounter. "But if you dont behave, Im going to call that large security guard back in here and have you restrained, and not in a fun way. Do you understand?" Liz simply glared at her. "I mean it," Jamie stressed. Liz still refused to answer her; Jamie watched the anger grow on the brunettes features. "Look, I may not have been the good time you were expecting in the backseat of your car, but I am a good doctor and that is why youre here."
"You used me to cheat on your girlfriend," Liz hissed.
"No," Jamie corrected her as she gathered the materials that she needed to get the throat culture. "Caitlin and I werent back together by then."
"Dont hand me that we were separated crap," Liz squawked.
"For twelve years," Jamie fumed, tired of the nasty predicament. Liz looked at her with a stunned expression. Jamie blew out a heavy sigh before finishing her explanation. "She was my girlfriend in college. We split up over a dozen years ago and recently got back together. That night I was with you I was still trying to sort out my feelings. Satisfied?" Liz nodded in agreement. "Good. Now open wide so I can get this over with. And if you try to bite me, Ill beat the snot out of you," Jamie added in a threatening tone. Liz nodded fearfully and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
Jamie was exhausted by the time she handed the culture to one of the technicians. Just as she did, the security guard approached her as CC, Max, and an older man she didnt recognize came bursting into the Emergency Room. "Now what?" Jamie grumbled as she rubbed her throbbing temples. Then she remembered that shed been on the telephone with CC when Liz threw her hissy fit. "Just great," Jamie groaned as her lover made a determined path towards her.
"Im fine," Jamie blurted out quickly as CC approached her. "It was just a difficult patient," she added, knowing that her lover was probably scared to death from what shed heard on the telephone.
"What about the note?" CC inquired in a troubled tone.
"What note?" Jamie said in bewilderment.
"I havent had a chance to tell her yet," the security guard interjected. "We found it on her car."
"Why dont Mallory and I find out about the note while you and Dr. Jameson get a cup of coffee or something?" Max offered.
"Sounds like a good idea," CC agreed as she led Jamie away from the inquisitive looks they were receiving. "You can tell me about your difficult patient," CC suggested as they stepped outside into the cool night air.
Jamie felt sick as they walked over to the tables in the deserted outdoor lunch area. She didnt want to talk about Liz with CC; the idea of what had just happened was making her stomach turn. "Why dont you tell me about this note instead?" Jamie suggested, hoping a change of subject would alleviate the sick feeling growing inside of her.
"I dont know anything yet," CC responded tensely as she sat down at one of the tables. "Whats going on, James?" she asked.
"She was a mistake," Jamie began as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. CC turned her gaze away and Jamie could feel a sudden coldness emanate from her lover. "Before we got back together, I didnt treat women with very much respect," Jamie confessed.
"If it was before we got back together, then I really dont need to know," CC responded honestly, the coldness seeming to ease.
"Then why wont you look at me?" Jamie pressed as her heart began to ache. CC didnt respond as she continued to look off in the distance. No more secrets. We promised each other that, Jamie reminded herself as she swallowed her fear. "I was with her and I said your name," Jamie explained slowly. CCs head snapped around and she looked up at Jamie with a shocked expression. "I didnt even recognize her until I answered your call. She heard your name and flipped out."
"No small wonder." CC laughed. "Im sorry; its not funny. Come here," CC said with a smile as she held out her hand.
Jamie smiled shyly as she accepted CCs offer and climbed up into her lovers lap. "Look, we both have a past," CC explained as she wrapped her arms around Jamies shivering body. "And its going to show up. It might make things uncomfortable at times, but so long as these confessions are about the past it cant hurt us." Jamies smile grew as she nestled closer to the warmth of her lovers body.
CC began to run her fingers through Jamies hair and gently massaged her scalp. The young doctor felt her heart rate increase as she leaned into her lovers touch. Jamies breathing was becoming erratic and she felt her nipples hardening as CC continued her gentle caresses. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Jamie asked in a breathy tone as she began to nibble on her lovers neck. CC moaned as Jamies kisses grew more insistent. Jamie looked up to find herself captured by a lustful azure gaze. She reached up and pulled CCs face down to her own. Jamies eyes drifted to her lovers soft lips.
Their lips brushed and Jamies arousal grew. She ran her tongue along CCs lips while her lovers hands drifted down her back. Jamie parted CCs lips with her tongue and soon they were lost in a passionate kiss. The kiss deepened as Jamie cast off any worries of just where they were. CC suddenly broke away. "We need to get back inside," the brunette insisted suddenly in a cool tone as she lifted Jamie up off her lap. Jamie was stunned by the abruptness her lover displayed. Something about the tone of CCs voice frightened her.
Just as Jamie started to ask CC why she was rushing her back towards the hospital entrance, she had the uneasy feeling of being watched. "Theres someone out there, isnt there?" she choked out as CC quickened their pace.
"Yes," CC hissed.
CC rushed Jamie back inside the hospital. Despite the safety the busy Emergency Room provided, CC still felt uneasy. She had been lost in Jamies touch when she felt a chill run through her body. She hadnt wanted to frighten Jamie, but she knew that someone was watching. As much as she tried to write it off as just some passerby, she knew it wasnt true. It was as if she could feel the seething hatred boring a hole through her body.
"Im sorry," CC apologized as she guided Jamie into the doctors lounge. She felt as if she was failing to protect the one person who truly held her heart.
"Im fine," Jamie reassured her as she run her fingers along the policewomans arm.
"I think we need to pull a Bette Davis again tonight," CC suggested wearily; she thought that another night hiding in the hotel would be the safest option for Jamie.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as the door behind her opened; she watched as Jamies emerald eyes widened fearfully. "What are you doing here?" Jamie hissed boldly as CC spun around, instinctively reaching for her sidearm. CC used her body to block Jamie from Simons hostile glare.
"Get out," CC commanded as the young doctor glared at her and her lover.
"Why do you keep trying to interfere with us?" Simon questioned her in a distant tone.
"There is no . . . ," Jamie began.
"Dont," CC cautioned her, noting the distant look in the young mans eyes. "He wont understand," she added knowing that Simon was lost in his own little world and would put his own interpretation on anything Jamie said.
"Maybe youll understand this, Dr. Fisher," Jamie hissed. "You are not allowed on hospital property unless youre on duty. I believe that was explained to you. Now unless you want security to escort you out of here, I suggest that you leave."
CC was proud of her petite lovers bravado. Still, letting Simon Fisher out of her sight wasnt the best course of action. Out of the room would be a good idea. Yet CC couldnt touch the deranged young man without jeopardizing everything. For a brief moment she ran her fingers along the cold steel of her weapon, wondering if she should just end it there and then. She brought her hand down, knowing she couldnt cross that line.
The door opened once again and Max and Mallory stepped into the room. CC smiled slyly as she watched Simons demeanor soften. "Dr. Fisher, I need a word with you," Max asserted firmly.
CCs heart pounded in her chest as Simons eyes drifted to Jamie. "Janie, I dont understand why youre letting this creature be around you?" he offered in a casual tone. CCs eyes widened in horror as he called Jamie by the name of his high school sweetheart. She could see Max and Mallory stiffen as well. Simon simply sighed and calmly turned towards Max. "Detective, its good to see you again."
"Always a pleasure, Dr. Fisher," Max appeased him. "In fact, I think I could use your help with something. Would you mind joining Special Agent Mallory and I down at the station?"
"Special Agent?" Fisher responded tersely.
Max approached Fisher casually and whispered in his ear. "Suits," he grunted loudly enough so CC and Mallory could hear him. "Its her fault. Dont worry; hes here to help us get rid of her."
"Good," Simon responded with confidence. "Ill just meet you down at the station," the young doctor added with an air of boldness.
"That would be a big help," Max appeased him as he followed the troubled young man out of the room.
CCs hands rested protectively on Jamies shoulders as she looked at Mallory who lingered behind. "What is it?" she demanded as she continued to caress Jamies shoulders.
"One of the attendants noticed someone lurking around Jamies car," Mallory explained. "Sharp older guy thought it was strange and called security even though he wasnt stationed at that garage."
"Terrell," CC noted in appreciation.
"Thats the guy," Mallory confirmed. "It was another note; only this time we got Dr. Fisher on tape. This could be the break were looking for."
"What did the note say?" Jamie asked before CC had a chance to.
Mallory looked hesitant. "Special Agent, is it?" Jamie began irately. "I dont like it when people talk directly in front of me about things that concern me and then exclude me from the conversation."
"Well . . . uhm," Mallory hedged.
"Tell her," CC spat out.
"Stay away from her," Mallory responded. "That was it. Same bold non-distinct handwriting as the last note."
"He sure is subtle," Jamie grumbled.
"Maybe too subtle," CC noted thoughtfully. "We know its a threat, but can we prove it? Still, with the complaints Jamie has filed here at the hospital and with us, it might be just enough to get us a search warrant. I really want to see this guys tire iron. Were so close."
"Your guy Carter and our shrink are joining us down at the station. You want to come and watch the show?" Mallory offered. Normally CC would have been the first one out the door. She squeezed Jamies shoulders, not wanting to leave her lovers side. "Ive already called for an agent to follow Dr. Jameson."
"I think maybe Ill just . . . ," CC stammered.
"Caitlin, you should go," Jamie reassured her. "Ill be fine between hospital security, the FBI . . . that is who you are, isnt it?" Jamie asked Mallory who simply nodded. "And dont think I havent noticed all the off-duty cops coming in with cases of the sniffles."
"I just . . . ," CC began in an effort to explain her actions.
"Worry about me," Jamie finished for her. "I know, and youre right this time," Jamie agreed. "But if it wasnt for you, Simon probably wouldnt even be a suspect. Id feel better if you were there to ensure everything goes right. Caitlin, the FBI are watching me," she repeated. "The worse thing that could happen is another old flame drops in to tell me what I jerk I am."
"Okay," CC agreed. "I do want to talk to Dr. Carter and your profiler to see if they have any ideas about how approach this guy. Plus I want to Mirandize him." Mallory stared at her blankly. "I want anything he says to be put to use. He already thinks of me as the enemy. If Im the one doing it, then hell just blow me off for being a bitch. Hell probably forget I said it."
"Make sense," Mallory agreed.
"Hold him here for a moment," CC requested as she nodded to Jamie.
The moment Mallory left them Jamie was wrapped up in CCs arms. "Be careful," CC pleaded as she kissed the top of Jamies head.
"You too," Jamie whispered softly. CC nodded in agreement and made her way back out into the hospital corridor, already regretting her decision to leave Jamie behind.
"Dr. Fisher." She scowled as curious hospital employees looked on. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"You cant be serious," Fisher scoffed.
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cant afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you," CC continued, completely unflustered by Simons glare.
"Am I under arrest?" he taunted her.
"No," Max assured him. "Shes just being her usual pain-in-the-ass self."
"Do you understand your rights as Ive explained them to you?" CC pressed, wondering if the fact that he wasnt under arrest might present a problem down the road. Simon simply curled his lip in disgust. "Do you understand these rights as Ive explained them to you, Dr. Fisher?" she repeated.
"Doc," Max encouraged him. "If you understand them, just tell her. It makes the whole thing legal and it will protect you down the road."
"Fine. I understand my rights, and no, I dont need an attorney," Simon spat out.
"Done this before have you?" CC taunted him.
"Come on, Doc; why dont you ride with us?" Max suggested. "No sense adding mileage to your car." Simon shrugged in agreement. "Oh, and that thing she said; Im afraid it applies for the entire trip and while youre at the station." Simon blinked in surprise; CC was suddenly worried that they might have overplayed their hand. "Dont you just hate all this legal crap?" Max added in disgust. Simons face relaxed slightly. "You must be use to that with everyone trying to sue you doctors and rip you off."
"You have no idea," Simon agreed as he followed Max and Mallory out of the hospital.
CC breathed a sigh of relief and made her way out to her new SUV, thankful that they had taken separate cars. She spotted the agent Mallory had sent over instantly. "Why dont they just stamp FED on their forehead?" she pondered as she fished her cell phone out of her pocket. "Smithy, this is Callaway. I need a car towed," she explained with a sly smirk as she noticed Fishers BMW parked illegally. "Might be a small problem. Its at Boylston General and it has MD plates," she said to the supervisor at the impound yard.
"No," Smithy flatly refused.
"Its illegally parked," CC argued.
"Those two letters on the plate means this bozo can park anywhere he wants to," Smithy carefully explained.
"There must be a way," CC pressed.
"Nope." Smithy sighed. "He can block Governor Swifts driveway and we cant touch him."
"Now theres an idea." CC chuckled. "Are you sure you cant touch it?" CC pleaded.
"Does the term illegal search and seizure mean anything?" Smithy chastised her. "Trust me; if we pick up a doctors car from the hospital, anything you find wont mean spit. You could find Jimmy Hoffa in the trunk and it would be thrown out. Give me the tag on it and let me see if I can find anything out. You never know; they got the Son of Sam on parking tickets."
"You keep reminding me of that," CC grumbled before reading off Simons plate number. "I ran it a few days ago and didnt come up with anything."
"With all the cutbacks, you never know," Smithy said encouragingly.
"Thanks," she added before concluding the call.
A slight sense of defeat embraced her as she was about to climb into her new car. Then she spotted a familiar figure passing by. "Terrell," she greeted the older man.
"Detective," he greeted her in return.
"Could you do me a favor?" she inquired as she handed him her business card. "See that black BMW over there?"
"Yup," Terrell responded with a scowl.
"Could you keep on eye on it for me?" she asked politely.
"My pleasure." Terrell said, nodding in agreement.
"Thank you," she added with sincerity.
"Dr. Jameson okay?" he inquired.
"Yes," CC reassured him. "Thank you for calling us."
"Ill keep an eye on her too," he promised.
She thanked him once again and climbed into her car. "Damn it; if only you had been on duty that night," she muttered as she pulled out into traffic. "Then again, with a whacko like Fisher its just a matter of time," she reasoned as she raced towards the station.
When she arrived she met up with Max and Mallory. During her drive Smithy had got back to her with some interesting information. She brushed past the men and pulled out a street map. "Boys?" She beckoned them over. "Wheres the good doctor?" she inquired quickly.
"Cooling his heels in Interrogation One," Max explained. "He didnt say anything useful on the drive down. Except what a pain in the ass you are. But I knew that," Max teased. "I think hes onto us."
"Fine," CC conceded. "We knew it would happen. I tried to have his car towed."
"Not bright," Mallory chastised her.
"No," CC admitted. "But Smithy ran his plates and he got a speeding ticket right here." She pointed to the map. "In the early morning hours on the night Sandra died."
"Thats down the street from the park where she was dumped," Max fumed. "Why are we just finding this out now?"
"Somebody screwed up," CC grumbled. "But I think that and the fact that he was in the garage will get us our warrant. So what do you say, boys? Want to wake up a judge and then talk to the headshrinkers? After that the three of us can have a little chat with Simon while his car is being searched."
"I like it," Max agreed.
"Works for me," Mallory added with a smile.
"Mallory, youre smiling?" CC smiled in return. "I didnt think you knew how."
"My, things are getting exciting around here." The Captain smirked across the conference table at CC.
"Arent they though?" CC confirmed as she looked around the room. There was Max; herself; the Captain; Mallory; Dr. Carter; Marissa; Dr. Richards, the profiler from the FBI; the local ADA; and, of course, a federal prosecutor. CC was certain that the last two would be pulling out the yardsticks if Fisher were their guy.
"Callaway, its your show," the Captain instructed with a slight gleam in his eyes.
"Lets start with you, Dr. Richards," CC began. "Dr. Richards is the profiler from Mallorys office. Shes been given all the information regarding the victims only. Shes been told nothing regarding the lead suspect. Lets see if were on the right track. Dr. Richards, if you would?"
The middle-aged blonde brushed back a strand of long curly hair as she looked over her notes. "The victims suffered from strangulation, blunt force trauma, and attempted rape. Based on the attacks, the victims lifestyles or alleged lifestyles, this is what Ive concluded. Frontal strangulation shows his need for control. These women have probably rejected him. The attempt to rape them isnt, in his mind, rape. He honestly believes that they want him, but somewhere during the attack he knows that it isnt true. That explains the equipment failure. He knows what hes doing is wrong; thats why he crushes their skulls. He needs to cover up his mistake. And thats all he sees this as - a mistake. He doesnt consider his victims. He is far too self-centered to consider their needs. Hes probably from a wealthy family that covered up any misdeeds he did to protect the familys image. He expects this. He is a white male, probably in his early to late twenties by now. The guy you are looking for has a sealed juvenile record. He probably started out with minor crimes at first then slowly escalated towards arson, animal mutilation, and violence towards others. Mommy and Daddy bailed him out. He thinks the world owes him a favor due to his station in life. Hes a professional - a doctor, lawyer, or stockbroker - something fitting his station in life. He doesnt enjoy his work but hes expected to make something of his life and he resents it. He thinks that he should just be able to live off the family fortune and do whatever he wants. Hes an overachiever although not because he wants to be. Hes only a success because his family expects him to be one. Disappointing his parents is, in his mind, the worse thing he could do. They would probably cut him off and he would have to actually go out and support himself, something that he feels is beneath him. He dumps his victims in the nude out in the open for several reasons. First and foremost is the shame; its his final punishment to them for rejecting him. Secondly, hes smart, very smart, and knows that tossing them without clothing in an exposed area will disturb the forensic evidence. Next, the reason he didnt do this with Ellen Murdock is because he chose Sandra over Ellen. Killing them both was confusing to him. He sees them all as the same woman, the first one who rejected him. Which brings us to the first victim. Off the record, Janie is dead. Theres not a doubt in my mind that he followed her. He probably just wanted to talk her into coming back to him. When she refused, he started to choke her for ruining his image. She would have been the perfect trophy wife.
Killing her was probably an accident; he panicked and hid her body. When he got away with it, his confidence grew. Hes still seeking his trophy wife but he thinks its the same girl. Okay, now who wants to hear the bottom line?" she teased as the others laughed. "I know its a little dry but here it is. The killer is the same person in all the crimes. Hes a rich spoiled brat with a borderline personality disorder. He has a violent nature. Hes killing his first victim over and over again. In his mind theyre all Janie. When he was confronted with two Janies, he chose one to be her and simply forgot about the other one. He also blames Janie. Nothing is ever his fault. His position in life, his intelligence, and his youthful arrogance have convinced him that hes invincible. Questions?"
"Does he know what hes doing is wrong?" Rumford the federal prosecutor asked.
"Not when the attacks begin," she responded firmly as the rest of room released a collective groan. "Sorry folks; this one, in my opinion, is legally nuts. Its only during the attacks that he realizes what hes done. Afterward he may not even remember doing it. His subconscious knows and it kicks in his ability to evade the authorities."
"How do we catch him?" Max inquired thoughtfully.
"Unless you catch him in the act or gather enough evidence, which will be difficult since most of the crimes are not pure, youd have to set a trap," she said as CCs body tensed. "But with this guy it would take a lot of time. He has to meet the girl and be rejected by her and then his delusions need to grow until hes forced to act out."
Several eyes turned to CC. "Not going to happen, guys," she asserted harshly.
"We could use a policewoman," Mallory suggested.
"It wont work," Dr. Richards cut him off. "If hes found his new Janie then he knows everything about her, he wont be fooled by someone who looks like her. I also agree with Detective Callaway. Putting a civilian in this guys path is far too dangerous. Im assuming that you suspect who the intended victim will be."
"Yes, we do," CC confirmed. "Thats if were focusing on the right guy. Speaking of which, Dr. Carter, would you like to fill us in on your report?"
"My pleasure," Dr. Carter agreed. He was an older man with a rapidly retreating hairline and bifocal glasses. "Basically Simon Fisher fits Dr. Richards profile perfectly. After reviewing the files and meeting with Dr. Fisher, Ive come to the conclusion that I could write a textbook on this guy. He has a juvenile record for arson, animal mutilation, and assault. His high school sweetheart, Janie Jensen, disappeared after she dumped Simon for another girl. Everywhere he travels, girls who look a lot like Janie and either have or are believed to have sexual interest in women, turn up dead. Now thats what I got from the files. After speaking with the arrogant little jerk, this is what Ive decided. Hes rich, arrogant, and very smart. When in the company of women or men his own age, he behaves like the king of the universe. But he responds to myself and Max. He seems to want to prove himself to older men. We probably remind him of Daddy." Max snorted at the comment. "He hates gay women. Hes convinced himself that they just need the right man. Sadly its a view shared by far too many people, but with Simon its very important for him to believe this. CC, you did a really smart thing when you had Max tell him to go home the other day because he had nothing important to offer him. His pride was hurt and hes starting to view Max as a father figure. He stayed because he needed to prove himself to Max. Being dismissed by Daddy just cant happen. But I bet it has more than once. The interesting thing about this yahoo is that he functions really well with day-to-day life. When Max told him to file a report against CC, he should have jumped at the chance. He didnt because somewhere in his mind he knew that if he did he would have to face Jamie telling him that she wasnt interested in him and wanted him to go away. This guys delusions run deep and so do his survival instincts. My suggestion is to have Max conduct the interview and have CC sit in. He trusts one and despises the other. It might be enough to get him a little off kilter. But I cant guarantee it will work. Thats it."
"Thank you both," CC said as she mentally processed the information. "Marissa? What did the boys in the lab get?"
"We have blood, tissue, and fibers, most of which came from Ellens apartment and the bodies," Marissa explained shyly, avoiding eye contact with CC. "We just need to match it to something. There are some carpet fibers that Stan found at the Murdock crime scene which he did trace to a carpet manufactured exclusively for BMW."
"That is good," Max said.
"Not really," CC grumbled. "She was a nurse. Chances are she knew one or two folks who drive Beamers." They all seemed to ponder the situation as CC wondered just how long Simon would sit quietly in the room theyd stuck him in.
"Now its time for the lawyers," she began with a smirk. "Gentlemen, personally I dont care who gets jurisdiction. But I feel that, based on the evidence, youll never convict him on any crimes other than the ones that have happened here in the Commonwealth. All I want to know before our prime suspects walks out of here, because hes free to go and is probably ready to do just that by now, can you get us a warrant so we can get to his car before he does? Because if hes as smart as everyone keeps telling me he is, any evidence is going to go bye bye real soon if it hasnt already."
"It is on its way," ADA Griffin confirmed with a smile. "I woke up Judge Muller."
The police officers smiled. "I love Judge Muller. " The Captain smirked. "A policemans best friend."
"Could it get thrown out later?" Rumford questioned fearfully.
"Lets hope not," CC grumbled, knowing that the dear old judge was very partial to giving warrants to the police. But a smart lawyer could maneuver around that. Her one glimmer of hope was Simons arrogance. His ego would never allow his attorney to plead insanity if he went to trial.
"Fine. Ill have a team waiting to execute the warrant," the Captain barked. "Now you and Max go start your interview before Fisher walks out of here. Marissa, head down to the lab and wait. Im assuming that the rest of you would like to watch?" The rest of the group nodded eagerly.
"Come on, Max. Lets go play good Dad cop and mean old lesbian cop." CC nudged her partner as they stood.
As they entered the interview room and found Simon idly twiddling his thumbs with a cocky smirk on his face, CC had to fight the urge to beat the man senseless. Simon smiled at Max and sneered at CC with a look of defiance. So you want to play? Fine! CC thought as she flashed the cocky little bugger a defiant sneer of her own. Max sat next to Simon while CC took a seat directly across from him. She flashed an amused look at him, silently telling him that she was going to win.
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