Once Brenda got the motorcycle back, she incinerated her caterer's outfit and took a shower. She then got dressed and drove her car home.
Fritz was still at work. She had almost forgotten he was working security for the banquet, and he wouldn't be able to leave once they discovered Morgan missing.
"Sorry Fritzi. Hopefully, the CIA lets you in on everything soon."
She passed out, exhausted and relieved it was all over.
Caitlin brought Elaine the CIA's cut of the reward money. "Brenda did good."
"Yeah she did."
"So her case."
"We got that taken care of."
Two days later, the Swiss government had breaking news. Wanted murder suspect turned herself in 13 years later.
"Today, justice has been served. After being on the run for 13 years, Morgan Winters finally decided to take responsibility for her actions and turn herself into the Swiss Authorities."
After waiving extradition, they flew her to the country to stand trial.
Fritz couldn't believe it. "No way she turned herself in." The Swiss Military Guard must have abducted her at the party. Well, there's nothing for the FBI to do now. "It's all up to the State Department," Agent Howard told an angry Will. "If she was actually kidnapped without the US's involvement, the US can seek replevin, but they might choose to settle with the Swiss another way."
Will couldn't believe it. His Morgan, a murderer, it made no sense.
When Quinn Jacobs came to meet with Sharon Raydor, she was excited. She thought she finally had someone who would help her bring Brenda down.
"Captain Raydor, thank you for meeting with me."
"Oh call me Sharon. I was wondering if there was something I could do to help with the case."
"Actually there is. I keep getting evasive answers from Chief Johnson as to her whereabouts on Monday morning, and well, you know what she's like."
"Oh I do!" Sharon said with a smile. "I really do. From what I heard, however, she was meeting with the DA, like she does every Monday."
"Every Monday?"
"Oh yes. His secretary, Jeanie, keeps a really good calendar. She updates for all of his changes. I saw it once when I visited his office. I'm sure she could show it to you."
"Great," Quinn said weakly. "But there is more. Chief Johnson, who we both know likes to take the law in her own hands, has the address of a suspected murderer, one who seriously wounded her good friend's daughter, killed the poor woman's husband and boss. Flynn comes to her building, not friends with anyone else in it and then two days later, Richards is dead."
"Well, when you look at it that way, it sounds suspicious, but the same facts could tell another story. You see, Lieutenant Flynn and ADA Hobbes are friends, good friends and she works on the same floor as Chief Johnson. It's just as plausible that he went to see her as he does from time to time. Maybe he stopped by to talk to Chief Johnson, but she was out at her meeting, and from what we can tell, lots of people wanted Richards dead."
"Like who?"
"Like whomever poisoned him."
"How did you know about that?"
"Why didn't you think it exonerated Flynn?"
"What?"
"The poison was rare, only could have come from a handful of labs and Flynn has no connections to any university with it or anyone who does research in the field, so it seems more likely that whomever hired Richards to do the hit, was well connected, served the poison when he paid the bill, waited for him to die and then came back and recovered the money."
"But Richards was shot."
"But the shot was nonfatal. Perhaps the poisoner fired the shot so that no one would look at the poison."
Quinn frowned. "Why did you invite me here?"
"Of course. I spent much of my career in FID. I know the kinds of tricks officers use to escape punishment. Chief Johnson and I caught a couple doing just that, but at the same time, I also recognize when a case is nothing but reputational evidence and mumbo jumbo. You don't have a case against Flynn. Without a case against him, you have nothing against Chief Johnson, and it sounds like you were hoping for your big break, the one to finally bring Chief Johnson down.
Now I went toe to toe with her a few times because she can be inventive when it comes to the rules, but she doesn't conspire to put hits on people or participate in revenge killings. I don't expect you to take my word for it. I expect you to investigate fully, and if you don't, I'll be watching."
Jacobs left angrily.
Raydor smirked. That was fun.
As it turned out, the toxicology tests had been forged. The CIA "exonerated" Flynn after all.
Three weeks later, Fritz finally got his vacation, after convincing his boss he really didn't screw up the security detail and for all they knew, the State Department supported this rendition.
He took Brenda to the beach and like he expected, she looked fabulous in her bikini.
They had just gotten back to the house when the artist's sketch of the caterer was on the floor. Fritz picked it up and was about to put it away when he tool a closer look at it.
The hat had masked the hair, but he recognized her eyes. "Could it be?" Was Brenda involved?
"Fritzi, do you want Chinese for dinner?"
"Yes!" he finally said after being frozen for a moment. It can't be. No way could Brenda pull off a kidnapping. She could barely carry her own suitcases on vacation. She was an interrogator for the agency, not a special agent.
Actually, Brenda had been both.
"When should I order?"
"Now."
He put the sketch away. He must be sleep deprived if he could even consider that his wife was hauling out murder suspects and having secret meet ups with the Swiss Authorities.
Two Weeks Later
Fritz came home from work, expecting it to be a normal day when Brenda told him,"I got great news honey!"
"What is it?"
"I won a scratch off ticket."
She showed him. It was for $100,000. They would only keep half of it after taxes, but that was still a nice lump sum.
"How did you?"
"I really wanted some gum, and I thought, why not get a ticket, and this was it."
"Did you take it back to the store?"
"I did, and we have a check on it's way." She showed him the paperwork.
"What do you want to do with the money?"
"Well, I want to give you what you spent on my lawyer during that dreadful trial and then I thought, maybe we could go on a nice vacation."
"How about Paris?"
"Hmm, I'd rather not go back there, but we could go to Berlin. They have great food."
"It sounds like fun."
"We really shouldn't be spying on them," Caitlin said as she and Elaine watched on with binoculars.
The CIA had of course used the scratch ticket to pay Brenda her cut for the rendition. The ticket, the paperwork, the receipts, it had all been expertly forged.
"I know, but it's rare that my ex-agents get a happy ending after a job like this."
Brenda promised after this she would start moving forward and not backslide anymore. Elaine hoped it was true, but if she was anything like the rest of the CIA agents, it was a lie. Only time will tell.
