Twisted.
Part 4.
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The more Donald stared down at his file, the more he tried to come up with a plan, either telling Cooper, or trying to do this alone, neither one sounded like a good idea, but he refused to let this one go. Flicking the file closed he leaned back in his chair, hoping something would come to mind, a case, a lead, something Reddington needed, anything to distract him from Laurel Hitchin.
Although, he did have one idea he'd been toying with since he left her house with his badge. He could get close to her, he could do what she wanted in order to find out what really happened to Wright, to find out why, because that was what intrigued him the most, she hadn't really given him a reason, and if anything, he needed one. He was sick and tired of losing people he was close to, without being given a reason, something to help the grieving process, although he and Wright were not that close, she was one of the only people he trusted.
"Well, two can play that game," Sitting up in his chair, he reached for the phone on his desk, keying in a familiar number in his line of work, holding it to his ear waiting for a connection, planning his next move in his head.
While the team downstairs worked on the next blacklister, he would work on his own.
Laurel Hitchin.
Skimming the pages of the file, Donald realised not much of it could be useful. She was smart, he would give her that. Top marks from University, a job with the Washington's General Attorney's office, before moving on to the FBI, moving to different positions within the government, to get to where she was now, National Security Advisor to the President.
Scanning through the next page he realised that he wouldn't find much within her personnel file. It came to Ressler that he would probably never know the real reason she killed Wright, the real reason she pulled the trigger, but he would try. It would also give him something to do, maybe a reason he could give to Hitchin to avoid the meetings she was so insistent on having.
Donald wondered if or not he should request more information, look at her routine, put surveillance on her, but he knew he would need a reason, and that would lead to a conversation with Cooper that he wasn't sure on having yet, besides, with all the power and authority she had, as well as the skill he wouldn't admit she had, he was sure it wouldn't be long before she called off whatever he asked to do.
Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his phone log, looking for her number. He didn't have it saved, but after watching it pop up so many times he recognized it. Putting the phone up to his ear, he knew he needed to be nice, he needed to play along, to get the information he needed.
"Agent Ressler, I wondered if you'd call. Did you get a chance to look through the file I gave you?"
"Yes, I was surprised, I'd forgotten about my internship at City Hall." He said, it was a lie, it was the longest summer of his life, dressed in a suit, making coffee and manning the photocopier, hoping to do something that would actually be of use to him.
There was a moment of silence before Ressler spoke again.
"I did some digging on you too. I didn't realise you and Reven Wright grew up in the same town."
"Neither did I, Agent. What else did you find out about me?" She asked.
"You failed your maths in High School, but got an A* in biology. Tell me, is that why you knew exactly where to shoot Wright so that she would bleed to death within a matter of minutes?" He could hear a chuckle on the other end of the line.
"I really don't think that's what we should be talking about, Agent."
"Did you want to kill her, was it planned or did she say something? Something to offend you? Did she know too much?" Ressler wanted to push her, see how far he could get before she hung up, how much information he could get out of her, how many answers he could find.
"Donald, why are we talking about this, it's in the past, we should focus on the future." Donald didn't have a reply, but a part of him wanted to keep talking. It had worked with Liz and Red. Liz kept trying, kept asking the questions she wanted to know, and eventually, she would get an answer. Ressler had to hope it would work in this situation.
"I want to get closure for a friend."
"I don't have answers for you, Donald. Maybe you should keep digging, you could earn your 'investigative badge'."
The line went dead, and Donald cursed inwardly. Although he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, he knew he would have to keep digging, he wanted to know the truth.
He sat at his desk for close to an hour, reading and rereading the file. Trying to memorise as much information about Laurel Hitchin as he could. Hoping some of it could be useful.
His phone began to ring, and while another conversation with Laurel wouldn't be the end of the world, he wasn't sure he could hold a conversation with her, knowing that she probably wouldn't answer his questions.
"Ressler."
"Agent Ressler, this is Alex Mason, I am with the Washington Daily, do you have a minute?"
"My answer is no comment, Alex." Ressler was about to hang up the phone when the male voice on the other end of the line said a name he hadn't heard in years.
"Even to Leona Riley?"
"No comment." Ressler put the phone down, and immediately, began to get his things together.
Reaching down to the bottom drawer of his desk, under the bottle of scotch, under some other files and random sheets of paper he pulled a file. Opening it, his eyes fell onto the various newspaper clipping he'd put in there over the years.
But only one stood out.
'ROOKIE COP SHOOTS INNOCENT WOMAN.'
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