*Sorry for the delay. My computer crashed. I wanted to say thank you guys for your support of this story. I'm also sorry that this is kind of a short chapter, but I wanted to end it where I did.*
Haymitch entered the police station and approached the officer at the front desk, "Hello, I'm wondering if you could help me. My name is Dr. Haymitch Abernathy from the Panem Mental Institution. I was wondering if you could give me some information on a case that I believe involved several of my patients."
"It depends, what kind of information did you need?" the officer asked.
"I was hoping to speak to the arresting officer in the murder of Claudius Templesmith and his son. It occured in a warehouse if that helps."
The officer excused himself and left Haymitch in the lobby for several minutes. When he finally returned, there was a man with him. "Dr. Abernathy?" Haymitch nodded, "I'm detective Chaff," his hand stretched out and Haymitch shook it. "Why don't you follow me?"
Haymitch followed detective Chaff through the precinct and into a small room. He took the seat offered and began, "Thank you for meeting with me."
"Wilson said that you wanted information on the Templesmith case. May I ask why?"
Haymitch leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, "I am in charge of patients who are victims of the Tracker Jacker drug. As of yet, I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to cure the kids under my care. A few days ago I had a break through of sorts with two of my patients through a memory. I believe that the kids you arrested in the Templesmith case are patients of mine. I was hoping to find some more information on them so that I could help them."
Chaff sat back and Haymitch was glad to see that he was at least considering his request. "I can let you look at copies of the files, but some of the information will have to be blacked out."
"I was hoping to find some background information on them if I could."
Chaff looked him in the eye and nodded, "I'll see what I can do about that. I can't make any promises though. It'll take me a couple of hours to get the information you need."
"I understand. Any help you can provide would be appreciated." Haymitch stood and once again shook Chaff's hand, "Thank you." Chaff nodded and walked Haymitch out the door.
Haymitch decided to go visit the men responsible for Prim's death while he waited for the police reports. He entered the prison and found himself seated across from two men who couldn't have been older than twenty. One was short, with a nervous tick. His raven hair was cropped short and spiked. The other had to be close to 6'3 with dark brown hair and a tattoo of a snake on his left arm and what looked like a wasp or yellow jacket on his neck.
"Hello boys, I'm Dr. Abernathy. I was hoping to ask you a few questions." He got no reply and continued, "I wanted to know about the little girl you killed."
The raven haired boy shrunk down and looked to his friend who remained impassive. There was something unsettling about this boy. He was cold and menacing. The smile he gave Haymitch had his skin crawling, "What do you want to know?"
"Why her? Was there a reason for it?" he asked.
"I was bored and she was there."
Haymitch knew he was lying. There was something that he was hiding, "I don't believe you."
The brunette boy gave a dark laugh before leaning towards Haymitch, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am lying. What's it to you?"
Haymitch considered his answer for a minute, "I want to know. It seems to me as though there is more to this story than anyone wants to let on."
"You have no idea." The boy sat back, but didn't let his eyes leave Haymitch's, "The girl was a warning."
It was Haymitch's turn to lean forward, "A warning for who? What were you trying to warn them of?"
"I think our time is up Dr. Abernathy." The boy rose and was quickly followed by his friend. Haymitch nearly growled in frustration when the boy turned around, "I'd be careful Doc. The snow is falling and you might catch your death."
Haymitch returned to the police station around 6:30 pm to pick up the files. His conversation with Prim's killer continued to run through his mind. His parting words were really curious. It was true that winter was here, but he really didn't think that it had to do with weather. There was something else to his cryptic words, but he had no idea what they meant.
Detective Chaff met him at the front desk with a box full of files. They exchanged pleasantries before Haymitch left carrying the box. It was getting late and he wasn't going to make it back to Panem tonight so he got a motel and called Effie. "Hello?"
He smiled at the sound of her voice, "Hello Darlin'."
"How did it go? Did you get what you wanted?"
He sighed, "Not really. The school was a bust, but I did find out some information on Cato and the others. I've got the police reports on them and I was just about to go through them."
"I thought you were looking for information on Katniss and Peeta?"
"I was, but it turns out that one of the men that Cato, Clove, Brutus and Enobaria killed was a former teacher of both Katniss and Peeta."
"What!?"
"Yeah I thought it was pretty interesting myself. There's more. I went to talk to the guys that killed Katniss' sister Prim. It seems as though Prim was a warning of some kind, but they wouldn't say for what. I was hoping you could help me figure out something that one of the boys said. 'I'd be careful Doc. The snow is falling and you might catch your death.' I have a feeling that it means something."
She was silent for a few minutes, "I have no idea, but I'll look into it if you want."
"I'd appreciate it. I've still got a few things to take care of tomorrow, but I should be home tomorrow night."
"Okay, I'll let you go so you can go through those files. I love you."
"Love you too."
