"Can I help you Miss Vie?" Octavia asks as soon as the girl crosses the bullpen.
"It's about before," Maia rambles off.
Octavia glances between the girl and the conference room. "Would you like a cup of water or a seat?"
Maia shakes her head. "I'm running an errand for Mr. Wallace and I can't really stay long….but I needed to tell you something. The answer to your question about the other employees Hank had a problem with and that man in the photo."
"Who is?" Octavia prompts.
"Mr. Wallace has a son who used to work for Mount Weather," Maia explains, hurriedly. "He got into multiple altercations with Hank, Carl and many of the other employees as well….It turned ugly when Dante had to fire him and he didn't take it well. There's been multiple threats on the company since then."
"Does the son have a name?" Bellamy questions, coming up to stand next to the two.
"Cage," Maia says, quickly, slowly making her way back towards the elevator. "I'm really sorry but I have to go….I'm afraid that's all I can say."
Octavia stands there, confused as she watches the girl hurriedly walk back towards the elevator. She crosses her arms over her chest and turns back towards Bellamy.
"Well that was kind of weird," Bellamy says.
"A little more than kind of," Octavia responds, pursing her lips and trying to allow all the information to sink in.
"I would assume she's probably afraid of something," Miller states, walking back into the bullpen with a cup of coffee. "By how quickly she ran off like that."
"Not something, someone," Octavia replies. "And that person is most likely Cage Wallace."
"I can see if we can spare a few plain clothes officers to keep an eye on her until this investigation is over," Miller suggests. "You know, just in case."
"Please do," Octavia tells him before he walks away again.
Octavia walks back to her desk and pulls her cellphone from her jacket pocket and quickly unlocks it.
"And what are you doing?" Bellamy questions.
"Asking Monroe if she can asks the analysist to also see if they can find anything and everything they can on Cage as well as his father," Octavia answers, typing out the text and pressing send. "I feel like we're close to finding something that's going to crack this case, Bell."
"Oh how I hope you're right."
She should sleep, she knows she should. It's not going to do anyone any good if she has to drag herself into the squad room tomorrow – half dead from lack of sleep. Her captain just might kill her after sending them home to get some much needed rest.
But she can't sleep. Her mind won't stop to let her relax and sleep.
She's rubbing her fingers over the ring that settles between her breasts from the chain she can't bring herself to take off and keeps running through the evidence in her mind, trying to force something to pop out at her.
Mr. Wallace has a son who used to work for Mount Weather.
It all comes back to Mount Weather.
Mount Weather.
Those words have been running through her mind ever since their visit to the security firm and Maia showed up at the precinct later that same day….So she was right in thinking that the man in the photograph was somehow related to Dante Wallace. It's his son in fact and she just can't seem to wrap her head around everything.
But she can't understand why the company keep popping up in their investigation….
"I can hear the gears working overtime in your head," Lincoln says, rolling over to face her.
"I'm sorry….it's just, this case is," Octavia sighs, trailing off mid-sentence and pushes herself up into a sitting position and leans back against the headboard.
Lincoln pushes himself up on his elbow. "It's taxing."
"That's the understatement of the year," she glances over at him. "Look, I know that's this case has taken up most of my time, but –"
"Hey, I understand," Lincoln says, setting into a sitting position next to her. He reaches over and grasps one of her hands in his own. "You're not going to stop until you find justice for the victims and their families and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't give up even when most people probably would."
Octavia smiles. "Even at times like these, where I don't know what to do?"
"I'm sure you'll come to a conclusion," Lincoln tells him. He's always so supportive of her and it makes her heart swell – she doesn't understand how she was lucky enough to find him. "Just look back over everything you've gathered and try looking outside the box if you get stumped again."
Octavia opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Shit," she mutters as she turns towards the nightstand and reaches out for the device. "Please don't be another body," she says as she answer the call and brings the phone to her ear.
"Blake," she answers. "What? Already…..alright, thanks….Just leave it on my desk and I'll get to it in the morning."
"What was that about?"
Octavia places the phone but on the nightstand before turning to face her boyfriend. "I had one of the technical analysist look into Dante Wallace's past, along with his son's," she explains. "I had no idea she'd actually work into the night but she did and it's done and there's going to be a file on my desk in the morning."
"See, everything always has this thing about working out in the end," Lincoln tells her.
"Sure," she says, playfully slapping his arm. "I just hope there's something there and that this isn't all just a waste."
"Even if this Cage Wallace isn't your murderer, if the way you talked about how freaked Maia was is any consolation, he's definitely a shady person," Lincoln says.
"Yeah he's probably hiding something and I just need to figure out what that is," Octavia agrees, and maybe once and for all she can bring an end to the mountain man.
She can't just let this bastard get away, not this time.