Marshall had been contacted via text by Allison. The team would be in place tonight. He could run the program around ten o'clock so the teams could get into position. Something about why that program was so valuable to Allison was weighing on Marshall's mind. He didn't call Jack on Tuesday. He wanted Dershowitz to have the package. He hoped that his family and friends would listen to it and know why he had to take this assignment.
While Marshall was pretending to be working on the program, he took the time to download the executable file Allison didn't want him to run onto a flashdrive. He couldn't help but think there was something to that file. Allison singled it out for a reason and he wouldn't be happy until he knew what it was. He just hoped he lived to be able to do that. He also decided to copy as many of Octavius' files while he had a chance. He focused on the gun running part first, wondering if there was correlation to the file Allison didn't want him to run and Octavius' business.
He had just finished copying the all the information and sticking the flash drive in his pocket when Octavius entered.
"Wayne, how soon before the program is up and running?"
"I'm almost finished with the corrections. I'm expecting to have it up and running by tonight." Marshall replied.
"In that case, once the program is done you can join us for a sample of our latest shipment before it goes out," Octavius smiled widely.
"What shipment would that be?" Marshall asked wearily.
"You need a stress relief, computer man. I've got a girl for you. It's important to make sure the merchandise lives up to its expectations." Octavius laughed as he left the room.
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Mary and Stan stepped out of the elevator in the Sunshine building to find Seth Mann sitting at Marshall's computer typing away.
"Seth?" Stan asked, surprised to see him here already. He expected him to arrive Thursday.
"What did the two of you find out about Marshall's death? Who killed my son?" Seth demanded.
Mary shot Stan a look that screamed 'do we tell him?'
"I don't know what Allison is going to say to us when she arrives, but I do know it will be a lie. She's hiding something from us," Stan said.
Seth knew Stan was holding something back and Mary had yet to look him in the eye.
"What else do you know? Tell me. He was my son. I know that I wasn't the greatest father to him, but I loved Marshall whether you believe it or not. I need answers. My whole family needs the truth in order to heal," Seth said, revealing more then he should, but no longer caring. His wife was an empty shell and he and his sons lived with the guilt of not spending more time with Marshall.
"Let's go into the conference room," Stan suggested.
Shutting the door he turned around before looking straight at Seth while noticing Mary still hadn't said a word.
"It wasn't Marshall's body they found in the house," Stan said, before explaining the conversation they had with the coroner.
"You don't know if he's alive or dead, do you?" Seth asked, looking straight to Mary.
"No," Mary said softly.
"So what are you looking into and tell me what I can do to help," Seth said.
Stan and Mary filled him in on what they did know, what they suspected about New Orleans, and how they were trying to track Marshall's movements when they were suddenly interrupted by Charlie.
"What's up, Charlie?" Stan asked.
"I was checking Marshall's financials and was wondering why he would have bought himself a Berretta when he had two Glocks. Does he collect hand guns?"
"No, he liked the Berretta when we were at the gun show, but he didn't see the purpose of getting a third hand gun," Mary replied.
"Why the hell would he buy another gun? Marshall wouldn't spend the money on a gun because he liked it. He would buy his gadgets and movies way before that," Seth said.
"Charlie, check the shooting range videos, see if he did any target practice with it," Stan ordered.
"What are you thinking?" Mary asked.
"If Marshall was sent undercover he'd need a gun. He wouldn't want to bring a standard law enforcement weapon."
"I raised my boys to always know their weapons inside and out because it could be the difference between life and death," Seth said.
"So we see if he practiced with it, but it still doesn't tell us where he is. All it does is add more to our theory he was sent undercover," Mary reminded.
"Marshall hides people for a living. It's the little things that add clues in order to help us find him. You start contacting New Orleans and see if you can find any store, shop or restaurant near the hotel where you thought you saw Marshall with security footage that might show your partner," Stan said.
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Marshall inserted the disc into the system after double checking his pockets for the flashdrive. The teams should be in place, so it was time for the final component to be put into play.
Octavius and Shady both walked into the room.
"How's the fix?" Octavius asked anxiously.
"I was just about to start the program," Marshall replied.
Shady and Octavius shared a pleased smile.
"Do you need to be here while it runs?" Shady asked.
"No, I can put it in and start it. I'll have to be available to shut it down later, so no one catches us in their system. That might be an hour or two."
"It's time for us to celebrate, my friend. You reward awaits you." Octavius made a grand gesture.
Marshall had no interest in this kind of party and was now grateful for the bust. This kind of thing turned his stomach. Forcing an eager look on his face, he grinned.
"Lead the way," Marshall replied, after typing in a few commands.
Octavius led him through several halls and into a large room where several of his team were drinking and mixing with the girls. These girls were getting their first taste of a miserable future. Marshall was glad that they'd be free after tonight was done.
Octavius stopped in front of one of the girls, "Wayne, this is Roxie and she is yours for the evening. Roxie, you'll be wise to do whatever he asks of you. We don't want another incident like before."
Roxie nodded, she had been on the punishment end of Mr. Falcon and wanted no part of it again. She reached out and grabbed Marshall's hand and started leading him down a hallway.
Marshall looked at his watch. The operation was going into effect in five minutes. He looked at Roxie.
"How old are you?"
Roxie was taken aback by the question. These men just used them. They didn't want to know anything about them.
"How old do you want me to be?" she asked suggestively.
"Roxie, please just answer the question."
"What does it matter?"
Marshall smiled before answering. "Everything matters. From this point you can change your future." He had to take a chance because he really wasn't sure he could get himself out of the junkyard, and if he didn't, he wanted the flashdrive to get to his friends.
"You're different than the others." Roxie had been around the block a few times already. She knew how to read people.
"Look, I'm going to tell you something and then I'm going to get you out of here. I need a favor in return," Marshall said.
"Not so different after all." Roxie couldn't hide her disappointment. She felt hope for a second when she looked into his eyes.
"Not that kind of favor. I have something that I need to have delivered to a Bobby Dershowitz at the Chicago P.D. He's on a special task force. I need you to take this flashdrive and give it to him. Tell him that it's from Marshall Mann. He'll question you. Tell him I said the road trip to Philly to deliver Tanks was a blast. Then do yourself a favor; go home and back to school. Make a real life for yourself."
"You're a cop?"
"A U.S. Marshal," he confirmed.
"Right," Roxie replied sarcastically, but then gunfire began to erupt. She stared at him, frightened.
"I'll do everything I can to get you out of here. All I ask is that you get this to Dershowitz in return." Marshall hoped she agreed while holding out the flashdrive. She had no reason to trust him, just like he had no reason to trust her. His options were limited and his instinct was telling him to trust her.
"Alright," Roxie agreed hesitantly.
"Do you know of any other ways out of here?" Marshall asked. He had only been in the one area.
"They dragged us through a door down the hall and out the back," Roxie replied.
"Alright, tell me which way to go when we leave this room, I'll get you to the surface and find a way to get you out of here. Once you're off the premises, don't look back. No matter what happens you need to get to the police station. Understand?" Marshall asked, slipping the gun out of his ankle holster.
"Got it," Roxie said, eyes wide as she stared at the gun. Hoping she was making the right choice as they entered the hallway.
Marshall followed every turn Roxie told him to make, wondering just how long she had been here. When they came to the doorway, he glanced around to make sure it was safe to move. Not seeing anyone around, he briefly wondered if it was a trap.
"Why is there no one here?" Marshall asked.
"It's not a well known entrance and even harder to find if you don't know what you're looking for. The outside of the entrance is hard to see, as it is surrounded by the crap in the junkyard. If you look closely you will see the door, if you aren't paying attention it will just blend in with the rest of the junk."
"How far to the edge of the perimeter?" Marshall asked.
"I don't know, it's not like they do anything but usher us in and out to be used for the evening." Roxie snapped at him.
"I'm not judging you, I was trying to get an idea how much area we need to cross without getting shot," Marshall replied, not wanting to upset her. Right now she was his only hope of getting an outside source that he trusted.
Marshall surveyed the area as they left the security of the door. Seeing a stack of cars stockpiled towards their left, he made up his mind. The gunfire was coming from their right and he could hear screams of 'FBI' and 'ATF'. He briefly noted that there wasn't one shout of 'U.S. Marshal'. Grabbing Roxie by the hand, he put his finger over his lips to caution her to stay quiet before leading her to the area with the old cars.
Marshall could see the fence and knew she was going to have to get over it mostly on her own. He could help her partially, but then it was up to Roxie. They climbed high enough so that she would be able to climb over the top of the fence with ease. Marshall tossed his coat to help cover the barbwire on the fence. He didn't want her to get injured.
"Alright, this is where you get your freedom back, Roxie. Here is the flashdrive. I kept my promise, I trust you to keep yours," Marshall said sincerely.
Roxie had never had anyone place trust in her, it was an odd feeling. "Thank you and I will."
She climbed over the fence and headed out into the night. She ran like he'd instructed and never looked back.
Marshall turned to make his way back through the grounds to see if he could help out. Seeing movement by a building to his right, he followed the figure into the building. With his gun drawn he began to scan the area. It was dark and hard to see, but Marshall lost the person he'd seen enter. He moved forward to exit out a side door when a noise caught his attention. Turning quickly, he came face to face with Faber.
"Hello, Marshall, Dad and I want to thank you for your help in deleting the proof of our family side business from Octavius' computer system. We couldn't have done it without you. I'll make sure to say hi to your colleagues when I return to Albuquerque."
"Faber, should've known you were dirty. What part does Allison play in all of this?" Marshall asked, pointing his gun at Mike.
"Allison wants to play with the big boys in Washington. Dad promised to help her get there if she helped make our family secrets disappear," Faber replied.
"Why me?" Marshall asked.
"You were in my way. I wanted another shot at Mary. I got to choose the rat. Think of all the disappointment your family will feel when you tarnish the legacy."
"They won't believe you. My family, Stan, and especially Mary, won't rest until they clear my name. You crucified yourself by your own choice," Marshall replied.
"Too bad you won't be alive long enough to find out. Don't worry, Allison and I'll be informing your friends and family of your betrayal tonight," Faber said.
Two shots were fired. One person fell to the floor while the other cradled his arm making his way out into the night.
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Roxie ran through the streets of Chicago, trying to get far enough away from Octavius's place before heading to a precinct. Finally finding one, she walked in and headed straight to the front desk.
"Excuse me, officer." Roxie said, rolling her eyes at the way he looked at her in disgust.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I have something I need to give to a Detective Bobby Dershowitz who is on a special task force here in Chicago."
"You're in luck, he's working out of our office today. Who should I say is looking for him?"
"An acquaintance of Marshall Mann."
The officer nodded and called back to Dershowitz's desk.
Bobby was furious with whoever was here. How dare they bring Marshall up? He stormed to the front area and the officer pointed to the girl.
"What kind of game are you playing?" Bobby asked furiously.
"He said you'd question me. I'm supposed to tell you the road trip to Philly with Tanks was a blast. I hope that means something to you."
Bobby froze. There was no way she could know about that. He pulled out a picture he had of Mary, Marshall and him at a bar and showed it to Roxie.
"Is this the man you saw?" Bobby asked.
Roxie looked at the photo. "The smile and the build are the same, but the man I was with had black hair and green eyes. Definitely that smile though. Look, he gave me this flashdrive and asked me to give it to you. They are doing a massive bust at the junkyard and you might be able to catch up to him there."
Before Bobby could ask her anything else, a man entered carrying a box and asking for him.
"I'm Dershowitz," he turned towards the man. "Who are you?"
"Jack Carter, I'm a friend of Marshall Mann. He told me to ship this to you if I didn't hear back from him by last night. I didn't want to take a chance with this so I decided to drive it here instead."
"When was the last time you saw Marshall?" Bobby asked, when he noticed Jack's badge.
"In Leavenworth four months ago. He was called there by some boss of his. He didn't like what was going on and asked for some video and audio equipment. He mailed me this package and then texted me Monday night and told me to overnight it to you if I didn't hear from him by Tuesday. He never contacted me, so I took time off to deliver the package myself. I know that Marshall wouldn't have asked if it wasn't vital for you to receive this."
"Marshall died three months ago," Bobby replied.
"No he didn't. The text came in from a disposable phone I gave him. He wouldn't hand that over to anyone else. It was signed M.M."
Bobby turned back towards Roxie. "Where is the location of that warehouse?"
Roxie gave him the information before leaving the building. Jack noticed her slip out, but knew that Marshall was the priority here.
"Dershowitz, do me a favor. When you find Marshall have him call me to let me know that he's alright," Jack said.
"You don't want to come with?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, I do. The problem is I have to catch a flight back to be on time for an assignment. Marshall understands how things work. Bring him home alive," Jack said before leaving.
"Marshall, what in the hell did you get yourself into?" Bobby asked to no one and went to find some equipment to watch the video. He knew he would need to convince his boss that it was a good idea to go in. Bobby wanted to leave now, but without knowing who was on the right side of the law he could end up getting himself killed. Dying wouldn't help get Marshall out of there. He briefly debated calling Stan and Mary, but didn't have the heart to tell them Marshall was here just to find out he was dead again. He needed to know for sure before making that call.
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Dershowitz showed up with his team, and they began to enter the premises. It was eerily quiet. It wasn't what you would expect from the scene of a major bust. It did nothing to ease his fears for Marshall.
Where were all the federal agents? Splitting up, Bobby and his team began to check from building to building. Bobby signaled to his partner to follow him into the next building.
Bobby was making his way through the building when he saw a lump on the floor. Grabbing a flashlight, he scanned the area looking for any trace of life. His heart about stopped when the flashlight came across a body on the ground. Bobby rushed forward to check for a pulse, when the man on the floor pointed a Berretta at his face. "Marshall," Bobby said, while signaling for his partner to stand down.
"Dershowitz?" Marshall asked, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Bobby smiled when he heard the question.
"That's a lousy way to greet an old friend. How bad are you hurt? Can I turn you over?"
"Turn away, but be gentle please," Marshall deadpanned.
"Whoa!" Bobby was taken by the green eyes. "What did you do to yourself?"
Marshall looked puzzled at first, but remembered the contacts. "Non prescription lenses and a little hair dye. What took you so long?"
Bobby didn't miss the wince of pain that flashed across Marshall's face.
"Where are you hurt?" Bobby asked, ignoring the sarcastic remark.
"Bullet to the thigh. I need to get to Albuquerque. They're headed there."
"Who are they?" Bobby listened to Marshall's answers before continuing. "Well that trip will have to wait. You're going to the hospital. Why is it you and Shannon can't seem to stay out of trouble? I do believe you went over the top with this one though. You have some serious ass kissing to do when you get home."
"I need to go now," Marshall insisted. "Allison and Faber are going to tell Stan and Mary that I'm crooked. I have to be there to arrest them."
"You traveling all over hell's half acre with a bullet in your thigh won't do your body any good. You need medical treatment or you'll have an infection before we get to Albuquerque." Bobby tried again. "Why don't I call Mary and Stan? They can take care of Allison and Faber for you?"
"No, I need to do this myself. I have to see it through. I hurt the people I care about most in this world. I've done damage that I'm not even sure that I can be forgiven for. The only way to make this right is for me to bring Faber and Allison in. I'll tell Mary and Stan in person that I'm alive. It's the least I can do." Marshall replied.
"It will still take time to get the warrants. Let me take you to the hospital and let them take care of your wound. By the time their through, the warrants should be ready."
"It's in my thigh. I won't bleed out, but it will hurt like a pisser. I won't die from it and I'll get medical help when I'm through with Allison and Faber. Look, I know that I have no right to ask for anything at this point. The fact that you're still talking to me is a miracle in itself. I need to do this, Bobby," Marshall said, looking Bobby straight in the eyes.
"Hell, Marshall, I saw the position they put you in and know full well you wouldn't have done it otherwise. My boss sent the evidence to the Chicago Marshal Service to get arrest warrants for the Fabers and the director. I'm not mad at you, I'm just happy to give my responsibilities of watching Stan and Mary back to you. That doesn't mean we disregard your thigh wound. Mary and Stan will have my hide if I bring you back with a bullet in you."
Marshall blanched at the phrase knowing it was from the letters he left with his attorney if he were to die. He never heard the rest of what Bobby said.
"Oh crap!" Marshall moaned.
Bobby smiled. "Yeah, Mary knows. That will be an interesting conversation for the two of you, but at least it's out in the open. Now, I'll get you back home on three conditions."
"They are?" Marshall asked, trying not to think about the fallout from the letters. He was screwed when he returned.
"One: you at least let my friend who is a doctor get the bullet out and clean the wound, before we leave. Two: By we, I mean you and me. You're not getting out of my sights until I can leave you to Stan and Mary. They'd shoot me if I found you, and then lost you. Three: as soon as we arrest Faber and Allison, you'll go to the hospital and get completely looked over. You look like crap, my friend, and it's not just the wound to the thigh," Bobby said seriously. Marshall looked worn out.
"How is everyone?" Marshall asked as Bobby began to help him up.
"Getting by. Nothing is the same. Mary and Stan are focused on finding your killers. So what's the game plan?"
"The game plan is to get to the desert and head to the Sunshine building. I'd prefer to arrest or shoot Allison and Faber before they get near Mary and Stan, but know realistically that won't happen. I'll go see your friend, but he better not do more than what you said. I don't want Mary or Stan to know I'm alive yet. I would rather have them blowing up on Allison for whatever lies she's going to feed them then for any suspicion get casts that they know they're crooked. I don't want Mary and Stan's life cut short because of me. Faber and Allison think I'm dead so that gives us time to get them. I doubt they'll be in a hurry or it will look suspicious. I also doubt Mary or Stan will let them leave without a lengthy conversation and some choice words," Marshall replied.
Bobby reluctantly agreed. He wanted to tell Stan and Mary, but didn't want to agitate Marshall. While Marshall was getting checked out he'd check on the status of the warrants and find a way to have Albuquerque P.D. stall Allison and Faber from arriving in a timely manner at the Sunshine building.
"Lose the contacts. The hair is weird enough but the green eyes are plain creepy," Bobby said as Marshall hobbled towards the car he indicated to his friend was his.
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Charlie entered the conference room with a bunch of surveillance videos.
"It took awhile, but I finally found footage from a shooting range. He didn't use ours," Charlie said.
"Play it," Stan ordered.
"That's not how Marshall shoots. He's working on changing his stance and his shooting style. Why?" Mary asked as they watched Marshall moving around trying to adjust and make it look natural.
"Maybe he wants to improve his stance or try something new?" Charlie said.
"Please, he was practically born with a gun in his hand. There is nothing wrong with his current stance and he's more than comfortable with the way he shoots." Mary replied before Seth could.
"Marshall is trying to make it look different. Look at his target. Marshall shoots a lot better than that. He's not just working on his stance, but also the accuracy of his shots. Allison definitely sent him undercover," Seth replied.
"I need to make a phone call to an old friend. See if she can do some discreet checking on Allison," Stan said excusing himself.
Mary's cell rang, quickly answering it she listened to what the person had to say before hanging up.
"I faxed off a picture of Marshall that was altered to show him with black hair. A couple of people from a souvenir shop stated it looked like a man that was in their store except the man they saw had green eyes. They're getting their security company to send us the footage. Damn it! I was so close to him," Mary bit out.
"Why the cloak and dagger? This whole thing stinks from the get go. Why would my son agree to this? He had to know he would be hurting a lot of people. What the hell did they use against him? There's no way he would do this without a reason," Seth replied.
Stan nodded in agreement before stepping outside to make a call to Eleanor.
"Eleanor, I need a huge favor," Stan said, before explaining what was happening.
"I'll trace all of Allison's calls and let you know what I find out. I'll fax them as soon as I can. I'll see what other information that I can dig up for you. Promise me the minute you know something, that you'll call me. Oh, and give Mary my permission to make sure Allison dies a slow and painful death. She deserves it for what she's done to all of us," Eleanor stated angrily.
"I promise, I'll let you know what happens," Stan replied.
"Make sure Mary and Seth go easy on Marshall when you find him. There's no way this could be easy on him. He's been out on his own for three months, Stan. Remember what you told me about what Seth said to Mary? Marshall is sensitive and it's a good thing for his job, but, Stan, it can't be good for his emotional well being, especially knowing that he hurt the people he cares most about. He's going to have doubts about how we feel about him. Don't let Mary and Seth respond in anger because it's how they deal with things," Eleanor cautioned. She didn't want Marshall to doubt himself or them.
"Thanks, Eleanor. I'll talk to you later," Stan replied. He was feeling exhausted from all of the emotional drama and the worrying about his surrogate son.
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The jet touched down at the airport and Bobby moved over to wake Marshall. He had fallen into a restless sleep. Bobby couldn't imagine what this had been like for his friend. He doubted Marshall had seen a decent night's sleep in a long time.
"Marshall, we're here."
Marshall looked at Bobby. He felt nervous and anxious about seeing Mary and Stan again.
"Let's go," Marshall replied, more confidently then he felt.
Bobby helped him up and continued to watch the painful expressions on Marshall's face.
"How's the thigh?"
"Hurts like hell, but I'm good."
Bobby nodded and helped Marshall into the waiting car. Bobby sped through the streets of Albuquerque headed directly for the Sunshine Building. The police had managed to keep Faber and Allison hung up until a half an hour ago.
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Allison had called Stan to let him know that she and Faber were on their way. They arrived to see Mary, Stan and Seth in the conference room. She strode right into the conference room and put a folder face open on the table before addressing the three of them.
"Faber and his team put a lot of time and effort into finding out what happened to Inspector Mann. I do want you to consider this before going off on any tirade," she glared at Mary specifically.
"As long as it's the truth, we have no problem with it," Mary replied.
"It appears things weren't all that they appeared to be with Inspector Mann. We have proof that he was selling valuable information to a man that the FBI has wanted for years," Allison said.
"The hell he was!" Seth said, slamming his fist down onto the table. He knew they needed a few more minutes for the fax from Eleanor to arrive.
"What's the matter, Faber? Figured out that Marshall was a much better person then you and are trying to take him down a notch?" Mary hissed, knowing what Seth was doing.
Stan's phone rang before he could say something. Answering it, he listened intently before turning towards Mary.
"The information for your case has arrived, downstairs. George is holding onto it for you."
Mary had to think for a second before she realized he was telling her Eleanor's fax had arrived.
"I'll be right back. This conversation is far from being over," Mary said, glaring at Mike and Allison before getting into the elevator.
Mary was tired and knew whatever Eleanor faxed was the icing on the cake for this meeting. Her mind was so focused on the task at hand she didn't see the person walking towards her until they collided.
"Watch where you're going, idiot," Mary bit out, turning to grab the papers from George.
"Nice to see you too, Sunshine," Marshall teased lightly, not sure how she'd respond.
Mary had been flipping through the papers reading the damning information that connected the dots for her. Allison had made calls to Senator Faber, who Eleanor found out had been calling Mike. They all centered around the same time that Marshall had been missing. It was as she was heading back to the elevators that the words spoken finally registered. Mary felt her heartbeat begin to race. She whispered the words again. It couldn't be, could it? A part of her wanted to turn around desperately, but another part was afraid that if she did, he wouldn't be there. She couldn't take that kind of heartbreak.
Marshall knew she was debating about what to do. He knew that he needed to give her a sign that it was really him.
"Tell me what you need," Marshall spoke the words she would recognize.
Mary's eyes filled with tears. Turning around she ran back to where he was and threw her arms around his neck. "Marshall, my Marshall," she spoke the words repeatedly, letting it really sink in.
Bobby looked at the pair and decided to leave them alone for a few minutes.
"I'll explain to Stan what's going on." Bobby said, and Marshall acknowledged him.
Mary pulled back briefly and looked at Bobby.
"Stan is in a meeting with Faber and Pearson. We were just about to ask her what she did with Marshall. She doesn't know that we found out about the body placed in his house."
"Even better. That'll make arresting them easier," Bobby replied.
"What?" Mary asked.
"We have the warrants for their arrests, compliments of the Chicago Marshal's office," Marshall replied.
"I'll wait by the elevator," Bobby said. "Don't let him out of your sights, Mary."
"Not a chance in hell," Mary smiled, before she began to look Marshall over. "You were in New Orleans.".
"Yes, I wanted to go after you, but I knew it wasn't safe for you or your witness. I wasn't sure who the good or bad guys were. I really didn't know much at the time, except that it wasn't safe for you to be near me. I'm so sorry, Mary, but I had to do this."
Mary saw the pain in his eyes and decided to not ream him a new one just yet. They would definitely have a talk about this, but he was already hurting and until this was all over she would wait and for now enjoy the fact that he was alive.
"Connect the dots for me, Marshall," Mary demanded.
"Can we do it upstairs? I'd rather just go over this once for now, but not until Faber and Allison are in cuffs. I promise I'll answer your questions," Marshall said.
"You're going to need to add your father to that list. He's up there too," Mary replied.
Marshall paled. The people he wanted to protect besides Mary were all in a room with two people who wouldn't hesitate to kill them. He felt fear well up inside of him.
"Mary, we need to get up there now. I need them in cuffs before they hurt someone."
"They've already hurt all of us, Marshall. In ways they can't even comprehend," Mary replied.