Chapter 9

Frank walked into the house sighing at the amount of Police he saw. There were always more people then there needed to be at crime scenes if you asked Frank. But there was always double when the crime scene evolved an officer in some way. He made his way carefully through the neatly furnished house until he was standing in the bedroom where Missy was seated on the bed and Jenkins was pacing.

"Sorry I'm late…" Frank said with a yawn, "Sorry."

Missy smiled at him. When she called, Frank had been asleep, and though he denied any kind of inconvenience she could tell he was tired. Now she took in his dissolved hair and messy, day old, cloths and a small smile came to her face. "Thanks for coming," she said quietly. She looked around him and frowned when she didn't see the younger of the brothers.

Frank noticed the look and smiled, "My lazy half is sleeping like a baby. I didn't want to wake him."

Missy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you guys are pretty tired."

"So what happened," Frank asked stifling another yawn.

Missy filled him in on the brick and the note and Frank and Jenkins listened quietly to her as she spoke.

"You're not staying here," Jenkins said after she had finished.

"What I think Detective Jenkins is saying is that he knows that you're here, and he's now made direct contact with you. Not only is your home now a crime scene but you're in danger. Maybe it would be better if you went some place else," Frank said more tactfully.

Missy smiled and shock her head, "You know Jenkins, it wouldn't hurt to take some pointers form Frank on tact."

Jenkins shrugged, "Why use tact when you can be direct and get answers faster?"

"Oh Jenkins…" Missy said, sighing at the old argument.

"Anyways," Jenkins continued, "This isn't about me, this is about you. You can't stay here."

"We could get you a room at the same hotel Joe and I are saying, that way we can work on the case easier and it's close to the Police Station," Frank jumped in.

"And you'd be there to watch my ass…" Missy mumbled as she rubbed her head, "Alright, alright. Take me to the hotel oh Sir Galahad," she said.

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"How you doing?" Frank asked Missy as they drove towards the hotel in the rain. She'd been very quite and through quick glances at her Frank could tell that her head hurt.

"I'm fine," was the answer, and Frank didn't buy it.

"What's on your mind?" he asked her, not willing to let it go.

"If he's starting over why did he contact me?" Missy said, and when Frank provided no interruptions continued, "I mean that was never the game plan. And how the hell does he know who I am? Why is he focusing on me, there must be at least seven other detectives and cops working on this case? And why the hell can't I get a feel for him? What makes him so different from all the other mother fuckers that I can't get into his hell!"

There was a silence for a few minuets as Frank let Missy calm down. He was beginning to find that in many ways she was like Joe and he could feel a head ach of his own forming at the thought of having to deal with two of them. When he was sure that she wouldn't bite his off he spoke. "All good questions, I'll ask the guy when we catch him," he said dryly.

Missy glared at him, "Nan said you were a smart ass."

"Nan says a lot," Frank said with a cheeky grin.

Missy laughed softly and the two settled into a comfortable silence.

"Frank, do we have to go to the hotel?" Missy asked him.

"No, why?" he said glancing at her.

"I can't sleep, my mind's racing. Think it be possible to go back to the grave? If he was watching me tonight I want to know from where."

Missy was too caught up in her thoughts to notice the winch Frank made. He knew that he probably should say no. That it was raining, that they needed sleep, that they could go back latter. But then again, if she was as like Joe as Frank thought, that she would never be able to sleep. Reluctantly he agreed and that was how the two found themselves at Old Wales, in the rain, for the second time that night.