Henry quickly took in the scene. Adam had an arm around Lucas's shoulders and a gun trained on his ribs. It was not the flintlock, he was relieved to note – but that didn't make the situation any less worrying.

"Come on in," Adam said, nodding to them. "I was hoping you would show up, and here you are."

Henry looked at Jo, who shrugged helplessly. They entered the freezer room and closed the door. "Lucas, are you all right?" Henry asked. Lucas opened his mouth to reply, but Adam jammed the gun deeper into his side. The assistant medical examiner's eyes widened with fear.

"Surely I'm the interesting one here. Lucas doesn't have anything to say, does he?" Lucas shook his head. "Good lad," Adam said, returning his attention to Henry and Jo. "Do you have the pistol?"

"What do you think?" Jo asked before Henry could speak.

Adam sighed. "Tch, tch. I think you knew this was a trap, Detective Martinez, and you should have known to bring the pistol."

He knew Jo's name and rank. Henry glanced at Jo, who looked bewildered. "Give me some credit," Adam said, correctly interpreting the nonverbal communication. "After meeting her yesterday, I did my research. Even a man of my age can learn to use the Internet."

"Is that how you found Mr. Jones? The Internet?"

"Focus, Detective Martinez." Adam began to pace, forcing Lucas to walk with him. "I assume you don't want this young man to die. If that's the case, then I would appreciate it if you would test my theory for me, and I will release him."

"I'm not going to test your theory," Jo spat. "So you might as well–"

"Detective," Henry cut in. She glared at him, and he raised his eyebrows at her, trying to say I have an idea. Trust me. "It would seem Adam has the best of us this time. Perhaps I can go to the Library and retrieve the flintlock while you remain here."

What he meant was, I can go to the Library and retrieve some artifacts that will help us get out of this mess – including the pugio. He dearly hoped that Jo would catch his drift and allow him to leave.

"Henry, I–"

"I would rather you stay here, Henry," Adam said, cutting across Jo's words. "Detective Martinez, be sure to retrieve the pistol and return here without delay. Otherwise, I will expose your Librarian, and you will lose another man you care about."

Jo flinched. Henry took a step forward, reaching for the pipes inside his suit coat. He felt hot anger bubble up in his veins. "If you make one more insinuation–"

"You'll what, Dr. Morgan?" Adam asked. "Must I remind you, I hold the power here?" He jabbed Lucas in the side once again. "Now go, Detective, before I change my mind and shoot the three of you."

"You're not the only one with a gun," Jo replied, but Henry could hear the grief behind her words. Glowering at Adam, she pushed open the door and left.

Henry watched her go. He knew she was smart enough to go to Charlene and Judson before returning to the OCME. Regardless, he still wished that he had been the one to leave. He knew exactly what he wanted from the Library, and he had no desire to spend the morning locked in the morgue with Adam and Lucas.

Turning to Adam, he said, "You can let Lucas go. I assure you, I will wait here with you until Detective Martinez returns."

"No, I'll keep him. He's good insurance."

"At least take your gun off him," Henry insisted, taking a step forward. "You could shoot him on accident."

"Not likely, but I'll appease you for the moment." Adam holstered his weapon and shoved Lucas to the ground. "Sit, and don't move," he instructed him.

"I won't," Lucas said, rubbing his ribs.

"Are you all right?" Henry asked.

"I was beginning to worry I'd become a dead body, and you wouldn't be here to do my autopsy. At least one of those is wrong."

"You're not going to die, Lucas," Henry told him. "Stop being so dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Lucas exclaimed. He started to get up, but hurriedly sat again when he saw Adam's hand twitch on the gun. "You want to hear dramatic? This – this – guy comes in here and hides in a body bag. I open it this morning and he jumps out at me, ready to shoot, asking me where you are. I tell him I have no idea, because even though we worked together for three years, you didn't feel the need to tell me where you were going when you just up and vanished–"

"I left you a note," Henry protested.

Lucas waved a hand. "It was a Hallmark card, it doesn't count. Anyway, so he says, "Oh, that's okay, I'll wait," and then he makes me sit in here for two hours before you guys finally show up. Who was the hot detective, by the way?"

Henry blinked, startled by the change of topics. "She's, uh, she's with the Eleventh."

"Did you defect and become a police officer? Come on, spill."

"No, I work for the Metropolitan Public Library now."

Lucas cocked his head at Henry. "The Metropolitan Public... You're a librarian?"

"Yes. It's a long story, one for another time. Are you certain you're not hurt?" Henry looked over at Adam, who was watching their exchange with no small amount of amusement. "If you are, I'll make sure you're not the only one."

"Touchy, are we?" Adam asked.

"I get that way when people threaten my friends." Henry was about to elaborate, but Lucas interrupted.

"Friends? We're friends?"

He gave his former assistant a stern look. "We're better than acquaintances, anyway."

Lucas beamed. "We're friends! That's so exciting!"

"As adorable as this is, I didn't bring you two here for a reunion." Adam pulled an envelope out of his pocket and tossed it over to Henry. "Since we have some time, why don't you two look at the pictures in there and tell me what you think happened?"

Cautiously, remembering Jo's earlier warning, Henry opened the envelope. It contained x-rays and autopsy notes. "The remains of a Jane Doe," he read out loud as he slid down the wall to sit beside Lucas. "The victim of a car crash in 1985."

"Clear signs of the crash," Lucas said, taking the x-rays from Henry and flipping through them. "Broken nose, fractured wrist, broken ribs."

"Her throat was slit, likely in the crash as well," Henry mused as he read through the report.

"No," Lucas said, startling Henry. He had rarely contradicted anything Henry had said when they had worked together.

"No?"

"Look, the angle's wrong," Lucas said, pointing to an x-ray. "I think this was self-inflicted."

"Why, you're right, Lucas." Henry patted him on the shoulder. "Good catch. She didn't die in the crash, after all. Perhaps the broken ribs were from a good Samaritan, trying to revive her."

"Could be," Lucas agreed.

"Very good," Adam said, applauding. "You two make a good team."

"Like Starsky and Hutch," Lucas suggested. "Or Watson and Sherlock."

Ignoring Lucas, Adam went on, "You discovered the details that the presiding medical examiner missed. What a shame, that you were not there to work on her, Henry."

Henry replaced the documents in the envelope. "Why did you want us to look at these?"

"I wanted to see the look on your face when I told you who the Jane Doe was."

His heart started to pound. "Who was the Jane Doe, Adam?"

Adam smiled. "Abigail."

He didn't remember getting to his feet, didn't know how he ended up slamming Adam against the wall, didn't recall anything before Jo burst into the room and pulled him away, keeping her gun on Adam as she thrust him behind her with one hand. He fell to the ground, face in his hands, sobbing, "Abigail... Abigail, no..."


And in this chapter, we learn just how big of a jerk Adam really is. He lies in wait for poor, innocent Lucas, makes a nasty comment about Jo losing her husband, and "helps" Henry find out what happened to his wife. What will happen next?

Thanks for reviewing, parkin24 and KenH! Hope you enjoyed more Lucas, parkin24, and KenH, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Don't worry, I'm leading towards some Jenry. ;)