Ch. 10

Jared waited with baited breath, the excitement almost boiling over inside of him. He was sitting in an interrogation room, with no windows, a steel table in front of him and two steel chairs, one he was sitting on. He held a half smirk on his face.

Flack was sitting across from him, studying the guy. Was he happy to be here?

Before Flack could ask any questions, Jared spoke. "I knew she would figure it out. She was always good at science. Is she on her way down here? When can I see her? I saw her on the news earlier so I know she is working the case."

Flack went with it, "'She' who?"

"Have you ever met someone who you know could make you be a great person? Someone who made you feel like you were worth something? Who made you feel like part of the world?" Jared asked.

To Flack he looked like he was feeling everything he was saying very passionately. He looked like he had had some great lose of love. Don really didn't care about the guy's love life, but it was his job to get these guys to talk and so far he was doing that just fine. "Who did?"

"I will never forget her name, or her face, or her voice for that matter. Her name is Lindsay Monroe, or was anyway." Jared was cut off by a knock at the door, a Det. wearing glasses walking in with a file in his hand.

Flack was floored. Did he just say Lindsay Monroe? After he pretty much stopped listening to the guy Hearing the knock at the door, Don jumped up when he saw Danny enter with the file that Lindsay had compiled. Shit, Danny will rip this guy limb from limb just for mentioning his wife's name.

"Det. Messer, could I see you outside for a second?" Flack asked gesturing toward the door.

Danny cocked his eyebrow at him, what was the problem? They had this guy dead to rights but a confession would really make the case a slam dunk. Plus the sooner they wrapped up this case, the sooner he could take his wife and son home.

"Sure," he replied following Flack back out the door, but they didn't just step outside the door. Flack motioned for a uniform to step inside the room with the perp and lead Danny down the corridor to the end of the hall.

"We have a problem," Flack sighed.

"What kind of problem?" Danny asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Flack took a deep breath before he continued, "He started talking about Lindsay."

"What?" Danny asked. "My wife Lindsay?"

"He said Lindsay Monroe, but he was talking like he knew her 'well'," Flack wasn't sure if he should duck for cover or help his friend try to figure out what was going on. "Maybe you oughta call her up here, she could just observe and see what she knows about the guy." Flack suggests.

"Det. Flack, you better get in here," a uniform called to Don motioning to the interrogation room.

"Call her," he barked at Danny, before taking off down the hall.

Grumbling under his breath, Danny pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial number set for his wife. He didn't want to put her in any danger but if it could move the case along then he would. It wasn't like he wouldn't be standing less than five steps away from her the whole time. He knew she would kick his ass for making this decision for her, even if he was trying to protect her.

"Hey could you meet me in interrogation room 3?" He asked when she picked up.

Flack ran into the interrogation room to see Jared pacing back and forth.

"Mr. Lewis, please take a seat," he instructed.

"I'm not sitting down or saying anything until I see her," Jared rambled.

"How about you sit down or I will restrain you?" Flack stepped closer to him pulling his handcuffs out.

Jared sat down.

He better not be thinking we are gonna do anything freaky well we are here. Lindsay rode the elevator to floor 9 where the interrogation rooms were kept. Damn room 3 doesn't have any windows either does it? I am not having sex in this building again. That was just a one time thing, it was a dire emergency. I can wait until we get home; I'm not that bad yet.

She stopped short when she saw him pacing back and forth in front of the door.

"Dan?" she asked touching his arm.

"You don't know this Jared Lewis perp do ya?" he asked his blue eyes piercing through her.

"No," she said, her mind scanning through all the names of people she has ever met that was significant in any way. "Why?"