"A blind software tech at a major museum, that won't be hard to remember." Auggie winced. "Then again, I can just play the whole drugged out on painkillers game."

"Joan, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Auggie has been identified by an FBI agent as being at the scene, Jai." Joan said with a very 'don't argue' tone. "And while it is not our jurisdiction I am not fond of the idea of standing by while some sociopath is killing innocents in our backyard."

"So Auggie plays the sweet good guy in a bland boring job who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and wants to do his part to catch the bad guy." Jai sighed.

Joan's phone rang. "Yes." There was a pause as she listened. "Thank you. Stay at your posts and notify me immediately if any one else suspect approaches.

"Okay. Our Agent Prentiss has arrived in the company of another agent." Joan turned the photo, which was displaying an image of the agent to Jai. "Intel?"

Jai tapped the screen on the tablet in his hand. "That is most likely Doctor Spencer William Reid. Age 29. PhDs in Advanced Applied Mathematics, Physics and Engineering. Interesting."

"What?" Auggie quipped.

"Dr Reid is a child prodigy. Genius IQ, advanced eidetic memory and photographic memory. Accepted to the FBI at the age of 21, which for those that don't know their federal agencies is two years before their standard policy. Especially for those with zero law enforcement experience."

"Is he a potential threat?"

"Not that I can see. His place in the agency is advanced but his record isn't particularly remarkable. Looking at the photos the only thing of note is that he resembles the victims." Jai tapped the screen again. "Actually he apparently received several exemptions for the Academy's physical tests. Auggie could take him with one hand behind his back."

"I think the sling has that covered." Auggie smirked.

"This could be useful." Joan grinned slightly. "They likely sent this Agent Reid to try to built a rapport with Auggie. We can turn it around and do the same thing on them."

"I think I can work that." Auggie nodded.

Annie leaned towards the partly closed door. "Sounds like they are at the nurses station."

"Then it's show time."

Annie and Jai nodded. They could hear footsteps approaching.

The woman, Agent Prentiss, called from the doorway. "Are we interrupting?"

"Agent Prentiss, not at all." Joan waved them in. "I believe you met my assistant Annie last night. And this is my nephew's friend Jai."

"We came by to check on Auggie." Annie said sweetly.

"And now we will be going." Jai added. "Try not to enjoy those sponge baths too much." Jai laughed.

"I'll try." Auggie shot back.

Annie stepped up and planted a light kiss on Auggie's forehead. "Just get better and back to work."

Agent Prentiss stopped them at the door. "Do you have a moment? I have some questions you might be able to help with."

Annie and Jai looked at each other. "Sure, anything to help the FBI." Annie replied.

"We'll be in the waiting room." Jai nodded.

"You look pretty good for a guy that got shot." Agent Prentiss approached the bed.

"Well it takes a lot to ruin this much handsome." Auggie laughed. "But I have to admit that I'm a little crushed. You come to see me and you bring a date."

"How did you?" The young man interjected.

"I always had really good ears." Auggie said grinning. "After my accident, I guess they went supernova to help me cope. I could hear two sets of footsteps. And something, maybe a laptop, was thumping in the bag you're carrying."

"It's a book actually."

"There was something a little off though." Auggie admitted. "You're wearing sneakers aren't you? I'm going to guess Chucks. Running shoes wouldn't go with the semi business standards of a Federal job."

"Good guess."

"My apologies." Agent Prentiss jumped in. "This is my team member Dr Reid."

"Doctor?"

"PhDs, not MD."

"Multiple degrees, you don't sound old enough." Joan said, with a very convincing amount of surprise. "Joan Campbell. If you ever want a new career path give me a call. I'm sure I can find something for you."

"Just what my aunt needs, another kid to mother." Auggie snickered.

"You might be too big to spank but I can and will still ground you."

The agents exchanged a look.

"Remind you of anyone?" Dr Reid half whispered to his partner.

"Definitely."

"So I'm guessing you came on business. We better get to it before the pain meeds need a booster."

Agent Prentiss nodded. "We need to talk to you about last night. What you remember."

"I really don't remember much. And I didn't exactly see anything."

"That's actually why I asked Dr Reid to come. If it's okay I'd like for him to do what we call a cognitive interview."

"A cognitive what?"

"Interview." Dr Reid spoke up. "I want to take you back to last night step by step. Go through each of the events. What you might have heard or felt, maybe even smelled."

"You think that could help?"

"Perhaps. Truth is we don't have a lot to go on."

"What about the other victims? They must have seen something."

"They didn't survive."

"Oh." Auggie gasped. "Okay. Let's do it. But could my aunt stay. Is that okay?"

"Of course." Dr Reid agreed.

"I'll be outside talking to the others." Agent Prentiss nodded and walked out.

Dr Reid put his bag and jacket on a chair. "I need you to relax as much as you can.

Go back to yesterday. Did you work?"

"Yes."

"Was there anything unusual?"

"No. I was working on code for an exhibit. That's part of what I do. I debug the software for the playback systems."

"You were in your office all day."

"I ate lunch with my aunt in the museum cafeteria."

"When was that?"

"Noon. Well a more like quarter after. My aunt was in a meeting that ran late."

"Did anyone that you didn't recognize speak to you? Did anyone bump into you? Or anything else that seemed odd or off. "

"No, it was pretty boring."

"After lunch you went back to your office?"

"Yes."

"Let's go to the end of the day. You had plans to meet your friends at the bar?"

"Annie was on her way back from a trip overseas. She called me when her plane landed."

"When was that?"

"Maybe ten to five. We made our plans then."

"You were going to meet her there?"

"Yeah."

"Your friend Jai wasn't going you?"

"No, he was having dinner with his father."

"How did you get to the bar. Bus, Cab?"

"Bus, there's a stop a block over."

"Do you remember anything unusual about the ride?"

"No. It was pretty quiet actually. Plenty of seats. Traffic seemed pretty light. I'm not really the best judge."

"You got off the bus and walked to the bar. Can you tell me what you can hear?"

"Cars, people walking, laughing. Music coming from the bar."

"Is there a breeze?"

"Yes. its soft."

"What can you smell?"

"Cars. Oil, gasoline exhaust. Ribs on the open grill in the bar. People. Sweat, perfume."

"Take me into the bar."

"I walk into the patio. It feels like people are everywhere. My cane hits someone almost every step."

"Does anyone say anything to you when you hit them?"

"I hear someone start to, but he stops all of a sudden. Apologizes. People do that when they see the cane. A couple of the regulars say hello.

"I smell cigarettes from a couple of tables. I reach the one that Annie, Jai and I usually sit at. Patrick is there."

"Patrick?"

"He is a bar back. Nice kid. Grad student. Smells like cigarettes and cheap dishwashing soap."

"He's the one with the crush on your friend Annie."

"Yeah, Patrick thinks Annie is hot. He's always trying to get me to hook them up."

"So you have a seat, and Patrick?"

"He goes back to work."

"Can you feel the breeze?"

"Yes. They have those heat lamp things but they aren't on. Don't need them with the crowd."

"What about smells? Anything other than people and food."

Auggie paused, thinking. "No. yes. I can smell a new perfume. Faint. Chanel."

"Can you tell where it is coming from?"

"A woman, walking by the table. She's alone. One set of footsteps. She's coming from the inside bar. Talking on her phone. I don't usually listen to private conversations but Emily has such a nice voice."

"I never noticed. I suppose she does."

"Try closing your eyes, just listen sometime. It's like music."

Joan tried not to laugh as the young agent blushed. Listening to someone praising the attractiveness of his co-worker was clearly not what he was expecting when he came to work.

"Emily - Agent Prentiss was talking about meeting someone. A date. I could hear her walking toward the street. Then my phone rang."

Auggie flinched. "Sorry my shoulder is starting to burn."

"Skip to when you and Emily bumped into each other. Try to listen around you. Feel the breeze. Walk back to the table."

Auggie took a deep breath. He felt his stomach churned, the taste of bile in this throat. There was something.

"I can feel the breeze on the back of my neck as we walk but there's people everywhere. Just food and people, laughing, music." Auggie flinched again. It was there again. Ticking his mind. He remembered after the shot, the feeling that he was going to be sick. It wasn't the pain. It was more. It was something from his past. And then it clicked. It was a smell he had endured dozens of times. A smell that always grossed him out, make his stomach flip. It was a smell he had forgotten in the last two years.

"Auggie, sweetheart what is it?" His sweet loving aunt chimed in.

"What?"

"You look pale sweetheart. Are you all right?"

"No. I"m sorry but my shoulder is really starting to hurt."

"I think I have enough." Reid retrieved his belongings. "Thank you."

"Sure." Auggie nodded.

Joan watched as the young agent left the room. "Okay Auggie. What is it?"