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Will they ever find Mary? Will that Walker character get his ass kicked?

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The inspector was enraged, and shaking so hard from trying to maintain composure.

And I'll tell you something, Marshal Mann. She won't ever be able to look at you again. She'll always remember how you weren't there, how you didn't find her, how you just left her to hang there, waiting for that little bastard child in her to die.

"Hanging?" Marshall replied. "She's hanging? Where the hell is she, Jake?! Where did you bring Inspector Shannon!?" His panic was so entirely obvious; he gripped the edges of the table so hard his knuckles were turning white. "Your WITSEC agreement is done! You're out of the program, do you hear me?!"

You know, you think you're so fucking intimidating. But, you're not. You see, you should prepare yourself, because she isn't going to be the same when I get done with her.

"If you so much as look at her funny I'll…!" Marshall pointed menacingly, so close he could see the crazy in Walker's eyes.

I don't know what she is to you, Marshal. But, something tells me she isn't just an inspector…

Marshall cringed, glancing upward as the interrogation room door flung open. "Marshall, I need you in here for a moment."

He shook his head at Detective Chaffee. "Not right now."

"No. Now! Marshall, we have a lead on Mary!" She stated calmly, staring Marshall in his pools of fear.

He pushed Abigail back to leave the room; he had her by the shoulders. "What's the lead?"

"Walker has a bunker or some sort of safe house located in the proximity of his home. It has to be close according to the cops on the scene, because any further than a six mile radius, he wouldn't have been able to get back in time to play dumb when you arrived at his place. We just have to find it."

"I'll go." He answered quickly, attempting to shove past her.

"No! You stay here. Only you know Jake, Marshall. You need to continue the interrogation. Mary may be in danger, but you have to trust me to handle this- I know I've given you every reason not to, but I can locate her, and you have to get more information out of Walker." She was adamant, holding his chest in that familiar way she always had in their relationship when it was necessary to calm him. Coincidentally, it wasn't odd that his panic was being caused by Mary. And Abigail never failed to mention that in the midst of their failure at engagement.

"Abigail, I, in all honesty was working late! I don't understand why you always and absurdly jump to the conclusion that I was with Mary!" He had hollered back at her suspicion.

"How am I supposed to believe you? How am I supposed to watch you come in late every night and trust that you aren't screwing around?" She had her hands on her hips, her red hair was tied up and her shirt was roomy, unflattering to her figure.

" I don't know, because you're supposed to! Because you love me. Because I'm marryingyou!" Marshall took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Marshall. But, I just can't believe you."

"That's a shame." He could only say.

Marshall shook his head. "Fine. But, Abigail. You get Mary, you bring her back. No one else touches her, is that clear?"

"Of course." She replied.

"What made you change your mind." He wondered, yawning and wrapping his fingers around Norah's foot, enjoying the sight of how small she still was in comparison to him even at two years old. She was fast asleep, snoozing on Mary's lap, her head resting on her chest.

"I wasn't aware my mind had to be changed." She replied innocently.

"So, you're saying, you would have went through with all over again? With or without me?"

"Probably not. I guess if you have to have a reason, it was you. You changed my mind. I know you won't let anything happen to me. You're too much of a poindexter to put me in harm's way." She grinned.

"I promised her I wouldn't let anything hurt her anymore." His head fell in disappointment. "Look what I've done now." As Abigail left, slightly off putted by his statement, he re-entered the interrogation room, flinging the door shut so loudly that Walker jumped from his chair. "Alright, Jake- I can beat the hell out of you or we can talk it out. Which will it be?"

You and I both know those feds behind that window aren't gonna let you lay a finger on me.

"What if I told you, old Craig from the F.B.I. changed his mind, and changed it fast?" Marshall studied the face of the psycho in front of him, enjoying the look of surprise. "That's right, Jake. Craig Hanson cracked, and ratted you out in the process. I got you on drug charges and that nasty prostitution ring you have running on that avenue in Albany. You think you're so clever because you flew under the radar every couple months to New York, but we looked up some of your old records, your alias is Grant "Tex" Cooke." He slammed a few security photos Detective Chaffee had sent him via e-mail the night before this chaos ensued, obviously of Walker and a few of his buddies making their way through airport security. "It's been ten years for you in the program, just long enough for us to let you fly solo, but you had to have known we would figure this out eventually. You're facing a few pretty hefty lawsuits, your girls are not very happy with you. I mean come on, Jake. If you're going to sell ladies on the corner, make sure you treat them right, huh?" Marshall Mann was out of his comfort zone, it had been too long since his last interview with a witness, and even longer since his last interrogation of a criminal. Being Chief had some downsides, the biggest one for Marshall was the lack of fieldwork the boss had the opportunity to get his hands on. But, it was a must that he be conducting this aspect of the investigation, for he had everything about Walker memorized. His former contacts, his families location, what the Marshal was most disgusted about was the amount of effort he had put in to create this mess of illegality and none of it had gone into finding his kids. They meant nothing to the man sitting across from him and everything to Marshall Mann.

Jake Walker's eyes narrowed. That don't mean I'll be telling you where we put that little bitch you're searching for.

"There's no need. Detective Chaffee discovered your bunker not too far from that slime hole you call a home. Cops are currently invading as we speak and Inspector Shannon will be located faster than your drug buddies can blink." He was lying; they hadn't been entirely sure where that bunker was located. They only knew it existed, and they didn't even know if Mary was being hidden there.

I applaud you, Marshal. But, unfortunately that isn't where your little bitch is. Walker glanced at his watch. About forty-three minutes ago, amidst all of this excitement, Inspector Shannon has been relocated by those slowly blinking drug buddies of mine.

Marshall Mann shuddered. "Whatever you have planned, you better be prepared to face the consequences, Jake. You're already in a hole too deep for a scumbag like you to claw out of." He said shaken and a little beat. "There is another thing you need to know. You've already wrecked your life, but Governor Cuomo in New York contacted me earlier with information about a few busts you were in on- Your former step-daughter was one of your whores in the city, and she sure does have a lot to say about Daddy Jake. It seems she's been around talk you may not have wanted someone with a lengthy memory and sharp wit to have heard. Your name will be all over the media, as well as all thirty-eight of your men who are in on this. That might, I don't know, cause a few guys to give themselves up. All of the scores you owe will come to light and if you do manage to get yourself out of this- which is highly doubtful- you'll be a dead man as soon as your feet hit the concrete outside of this building."

So, what? You want to toss me a deal? Or are you talking a big game thinking I'll tell you where that knocked up skank you love so much is?

"I swear to God, if you don't give me a good enough reason not to, I'll bash your brains in on that wall over there!" He gestured to the white brick taking a step forward, but stopped as he felt his phone vibrate. Marshall Mann dug it out of his pocket,

"Chief Mann." He croaked into the speaker.

"She's not here." Detective Chaffee said, sighing. "We've looked everywhere."

"Is there a basement, a cellar, any sort of expanse anywhere in the house that shouldn't be there?" He hoped, leaning against the second chair in the room.

"I said we've looked everywhere." Chaffee repeated over the phone. "She's not here, Marshall."

He dropped the device onto the table, shoving it across the room as if it were in his way and stepped closer to Walker. "Your time is up." Marshall shouted, taking him by the throat. "Tell me where Inspector Shannon is!" He ordered, hanging him to the hard wall, squeezing his lymph nodes.

Maybe if you ask nicely. He choked, before Marshall let him crumple to ground to give him a swift kick in his groin.

"Marshall!" A familiar voice called out in anger. "You stop that right now!" The hands of Stan McQueen wrapped tightly around his wrist and he was shoved from the room. "What the hell's going on?!" He screamed. "What happened to Mary?" He asked the Inspector, and added. "I'm here to help."

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