Title: Full of Rage Part 2
Author: Dancing Star
Crossover: PSI Factor / Sue Thomas FBEye
Pairing: Connor / Lindsay, Jack / Sue
Rating: 16 (less contains some beautiful scenes)
Category: AU, Crime, Mystery, Romance
What happens: An unusual order for Lindsay and Connor: The two are supposed to protect the Irish singer Davy Ryan. Davy is loved by his female fans and hated by their husbands.
While the wannabe pop star is formally becoming a nuisance, the job gets worse, when a murdered fan and a dancer appear in Davy Ryan's hotel suite.
Notes: The idea for this story is mine, but the characters aren´t. If this story sounds familiar to you: congratulations. You have found me. :-)
Full of Rage Part 2
"I ask you just one more time and I want you then to tell me the truth," Pierre shouted and slapped with both hands on the wooden table that stood between him and Lindsay in the interview room, "Why did you kill Sarah Field and Henry Frink?"
"I didn´t kill them," Lindsay replied. She knew he tried to intimidate his opponent as quickly as possible.
"Then how do you explain your DNA traces on the corkscrew with which Sarah was killed?"
"I don´t know."
"Did you perhaps drink a glass of wine with Davy?"
"Thank you, no," she sat at an uncomfortable wooden chair, "I don´t drink while working."
"Where were you on Saturday night?"
"Home. I watched New Girl", Lindsay truthfully answered.
"And where was your husband at the time?"
"Dog training."
"You mean, you were home alone last Saturday night and no one can confirm that?"
"Bloody hell, yes," Lindsay cried and slapped with both hands on the table. She was angry she hadn´t made a phone call at home, whose statement could now help her out of trouble.
"The wound on your hand? How did it happen?"
"I cut myself on a piece of broken glass, I told you."
Pierre shook his head. "Really? When?"
Lindsay tried to hide her disbelief. She knew immediately what was going on. Of course, she had reported during their dinner from the fact she had been injured in an old glass bottle when she wanted to protect she reminded him they were out together, he could turn the words in her mouth when he claimed she was trying to fool an MI6 agent.
"We are sitting her for hours," Pierre pressed his thumb and forefinger to his nose to signal he had enough of her today. But Lindsay was sure he wasn´t tired. She watched as he finally got up after two hours of interrogation and left the room. Connor took the last swing of the door to enter the interview room. In the last two hours he had formally begged his Assistant Chief for a special permission to see his wife.
When Connor came into the room, they hugged fiercely. They heard a knock, which came from the other side of one-way mirror. Apparently, someone was still in the experimental room and wanted to avoid physical contact between them. Lindsay was under suspicion of murder and perhaps she used this embrace, to get a weapon.
"It wasn´t me: I didn´t kill Sarah and Henry", she said hurriedly.
"Yes, I know," Connor sighed, "But the problem is, MI6 doesn´t know: The evidence is clear. Traces and your fingerprints were found on the murder weapon... The CSU has just called me: They will search our apartment tomorrow morning. Lindsay, is there something I should know?"
"On whose side are you?"
"On your side."
"Good," she sat down at the table and Connor sat down on the chair on which Pierre had been sitting, "I have nothing to hide in our apartment."
"I know," Connor grabbed her hand and waited for a response from the observation room, but this didn´t happen. "I'll help you. I promise."
"Thank you," her eyes sparkled and she knew there were tears, "But you have to be careful. Pierre tends to twist the truth to his advantage."
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn´t completely honest," she confessed, slightly leaned further over the table, "After the police academy Pierre and I were a year a couple for one year. We broke up because... he has ruined a case."
Connor glanced at the mirror but he couldn´t find out if they were still observed.
"I know this is maybe not the right place, but will you tell me about it?"
Lindsay nodded. "That was twelve years ago," she recalled, "That was one of my first cases and one of the worst. At that time... Pierre and I just finished police academy and we and our team should solve a series of murders of young girls. The press called the killer the butcher of Edinburgh back then. I still remember exactly... We finally found the killer, as he stuffed the guts of his victim into a toilet of a public building. That evening the man confessed that he had killed ten young women and partially ate some parts of their flesh... The bad thing is that we never guessed the killer was a family man with a good as a doctor job in a hospital. He seemed so normal... We then visited the place where he killed the girls. It was…", she paused for a moment and gasped for air, "He had a tally that he had painted on the wall of a rented barn which was more of a torture chamber. The man was arrested. He has never regretted his actions. He showed no insight. When we arrested him and nearly drove a hundred miles to the barn with him, he even claimed he had never seen this place... He suddenly changed his mind and also claimed he has entered the men's room in the public buildings when it was already blocked... "
"And what´s the point?",Connor whispered.
"The truth is there´s nothing to regret for the doctor and he didn´t lie: Before I left the police, I found the investigation file by chance and have found some inconsistencies: the apparent killer had an alibi for the time of the crime, which has even confirmed by his boss. The barn was rented but not by the doctor... And now guess who has beaten the confession out of the doctor."
"Pierre."
"Yes," she nodded, "And when I say he has beaten the confession out of the doctor, I mean it: To our former boss, Captain Hendricks' predecessor, it was apparently normal that Pierre returned from the the interrogation with a broken hand and the doctor arrived with a black eye and a nose fracture. They had a confession and at that time it was all that mattered. "
"And then?"
"Pierre was transferred, as a reward to this case, to a better unit and the doctor was sentenced to life imprisonment for ten counts of murder, but he died of a stroke after five years of indefinite detention... I'm so sorry I didn´t say anything then. But believe me: Living for years with the knowledge, to have brought an innocent person to prison, was punishment enough." She had hardly said this, when Pierre entered the room again. Connor and Lindsay were still holding each other's hands and both wondered how much of their conversation Pierre had heard.
"Doyle, what are you doing here?", Pierre asked, "You´re not allowed to be here."
"I am" Connor got up, "I have a special permit." He said goodbye to Lindsay and promised to come back soon. He didn´t look at Pierre as he left the room.
Doctor Wingham was waiting for him when Connor and Sue entered the forensic department in the basement of Scotland Yard building a few minutes before midnight. Sue had never been down here and especially at such a late hour the pathology practiced of a certain stimulus.
Jim Wingham was surprised when the door to his department opened. "You haven´t brought your wife," he said when he discovered Sue.
"Yes."
"That's too bad," Dr. Wingham said and flipped a page in the magazine, "My wife asked me I should invite my colleagues for dinner. I wanted to ask you if you both want to come."
"Doctor, this is Sue Thomas, she is the assistant to my wife. Unfortunately, Lindsay can´t come in person: MI6 arrested her."
"What?," the doctor closed the magazine now, "How did it happen?"
"The MI6 has laboratory results, saying that Lindsay's fingerprints and DNA were found on the corkscrew, with which Sarah Field was murdered."
"That's impossible," Dr. Wingham answered, "The Corkscrew has never left the Scotland Yard building and was investigated twice in the laboratory. There is no trace of Mrs Doyle on the murder weapon."
"But why does Pierre claim then?"
"Lindsay warned me: She said Pierre tends to twist the truth to his advantage," Connor remembered the story she had told him, "What if he tries again?"
"Try to get laboratory results of the MI6," Dr. Wingham suggested, "I want to see it." The doctor had a guess and Connor couldn´t wait until they would find out if this was true.
When Connor arrived home, he wondered where Buddy was: the dog usually stayed in the apartment and also when Connor called him, Buddy didn´t respond. He went into the kitchen and there he saw the dog lying in his basket. "What's the matter, boy?", he asked and Buddy looked at him tired. So listless and cautious, he didn´t know Buddy.
With a bottle of Coke in his hand Connor walked into the living room. He stopped in front of one of the glass doors that led to the terrace. Connor noticed an icy blast and when he looked at the door a little more closely, he noticed the door was open.
He couldn´t even remember they had opened the door today. Even stranger, he found the scratch marks on the outside of the door frame and keyhole. Connor closed the door, trying to lock it and found out the lock had been damaged.
He knew what this meant. But he had no idea if it was a coincidence someone had broken into their apartment.
Lindsay had never spent a night in a cell: The MI6 agents had locked her up in a room which wasn´t bigger than six square meters. Her uncomfortable bed had a pillow and a thin blanket. It was way too cold for this time of year.
At night she dreamed again of the dark-haired woman who entered her apartment. She asked again who she was and this time the woman replied: "You know who I am," she said, "How can´t you like Davy?"
She wondered what Davy had to do with this woman and why it was so important to her that Davy was popular. Lindsay wanted to say something, but the young, dark-haired woman stopped her: "Everyone must like Davy."
"What does that mean?", Lindsay wanted to know, but the dream was over. She startled from sleep and realized her feet were cold. Lindsay had no idea how she should get out of this situation. She knew she didn´t kill Sarah and Henry and Connor knew that too. The question was how they were able to convince Pierre and the MI6.
The next morning Connor first visited Doctor Wingham at the pathology. He had an unusual task for the doctor, but he was sure he could help.
"Good morning, Doc," Connor greeted him.
"Good morning. How´s your wife?", Wingham wanted to know.
"I don´t know. I´ll drive to the MI6 and visit Lindsay after our conversation", then he remembered the plastic box, which he held in his hands," This is for you."
"What´s that?," Doctor Wingham asked, when Connor put down the can with yellow liquid on the table before him.
"Dog vomit. Examine it. I suspect our dog has been sedated by someone to break into our house unmolested." Probably the burglar gave Buddy a sausage, which was prepared with a sedative. Luckily Buddy seemed to have a pretty sensitive stomach.
"I'm not an expert for dogs," Dr. Wingham objected.
"Try it," Connor suggested, "I'll take care of the lab results." Connor left and set out with Lindsay's assistant Sue to the MI6.
The sandwich and the coffee they had brought for Lindsay caused a bigger trouble in the security control of MI6 than Sue and Connor had expected. Connor had to throw away the Starbucks coffee and replace it with a drink from the MI6´ coffee machines. "Do you really think, I would poison my wife?," Connor asked, but the big MI6 security man didn´t answer. Connor knew a lot of criminal people who even killed their accomplices and complicit in order to spare them the prison or to save their own necks.
Before they were allowed to talk to Lindsay, they had to wait more than an hour and Connor noticed that the coffee was cold by now.
Lindsay looked tired when another security guard took her to her visitors in the interrogation room. She couldn´t even take off the handcuffs when she was alone.
"They treat me like a killer," Lindsay said, "Well, currently they´re thinking I am a killer." She tried to smile, but she didn´t succeed. "Is there anything new?" , she wanted to add the words "What helps me," but she didn´t.
Instead her assistant shook her head. "Quite the opposite: The MI6 is in possession of a sound track in which you say that you hate Davy Ryan," Sue said.
"What? Where did the MI6 get this sound material from?"
"Your car has an integrated navigation system and the tachograph has a voice recording. At the morning after Sarah's and Henry's death you drove to the Plaza and you said, and I quote: I hate you, Davy Ryan."
"MI6 thinks this is a motive," Connor added, but Lindsay could see he also thought MI6 was joking.
"MI6 should know I'm not the only person who can´t stand Davy Ryan. Haven´t they read his hate mail?", Lindsay asked, thinking of Davy, who was now in a chic cottage in the south of England for sure and his breakfast was served by a maid in a short mini skirt.
"We now have a photo of the fourth involved person, Natalie Brooks," Connor gave her a color print which showed a very pretty woman with long black hair. She also wore boxing gloves, a helmet and jersey shorts of her university. Apparently Natalie was a member of the school kickboxing team.
"This is Natalie Brooks?" Lindsay asked incredulously, "This is the woman I saw in my vision."
"You saw her?", Connor knew of her ability, "What exactly did she do?"
"In my vision, she was in our apartment. She told me she can´t understand why I can´t stand Davy. Everyone must like Davy."
"What does she mean?"
Lindsay shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don´t know."
For a moment they were silent. Connor grabbed Lindsay's hand and expected that an observer behind the one-way mirror was getting noticed, but this didn´t happen. "Scotland Yard is on your side," he promised her, "The Assistant Chiefs insist for the MI6- laboratory findings of the Corkscrew."
"Thank you."
"Don´t give up. We get you out of here soon."
At that moment, a MI6 man entered the interrogation room and told them their visiting time was over. Sue and Connor left Lindsay reluctantly.
"Lindsay looks terrible," Sue said firmly, as they walked down the stairs of the MI6- building.
"I have seen her too, remember?"
"Of course... We must do something. They keep her two more days in custody. We can´t let it happen that Lindsay goes to jail. " Sue knew the women's prisons were in a bad state and the occupants weren´t much better.
"But how? We can´t help her. I thought I'd find something, an error in the story of MI6. But I don´t find a fault. We must wait until we have the lab results."
Doctor Wingham reported as soon as they were seated in the car. "I have examined your little gift for me," he said, alluding to the plastic box, "You were right: your dog has received a massive dose of sedatives. A little more and he wouldn´t have survived..."
"What about the lab reports? Did you get them?"
"Yes, Assistant Chief Manning did a great job and emailed the reports ten minutes ago. On occasion, we have to express our thanks to him... I already finished the analysis of the findings."
Sue read Dr. Wingham words on the teletypewriter, which she had connected to Connor's cell phone and was amazed. "That was fast," Sue said, but Doc Wingham summed this as a compliment.
"MI6 has asked Dr. Ian Westfield to examine the Corkscrew," Dr. Wingham reported, "There is no doctor Ian Westfield anymore. The last coroner by that name has died ten years ago in a car accident."
"And you know this because...?"
"Doc Westfield was my classmate and best friend. There is also a convention, held annually in Manchester and every coroner all of the country are invited. I would almost say we know each other in our industry... According to the documents, the corkscrew model has the patent number PS3505EP. The Cybercrime department checked this: Such s patent number doesn´t exist ".
Connor thanked for this information. He ended the call and then put his phone in his jacket pocket.
"The laboratory reports of MI6 are fake," he informed Sue. He would take her to the detective agency and he drive home. He wanted to be present during the search of his and Lindsay´s apartment.
The crime scene investigation team came on time and Connor let the five-member group and Pierre enter his apartment. "I hope you haven´t tried to get rid of any evidence," Pierre said to him and grinned.
"And I hope you know to who you're talking: You´re accusing a Scotland Yard employee. If that turns out to be untrue, you have a problem with the Internal Affair Department."
"Believe me, I wish that Lindsay is innocent," Pierre muttered. He and Connor had nothing more to say now. They watched silently as the men and women were doing their job. Connor looked a little helplessly when his whole apartment was turned on its head: Someone dismantled the couch into its individual parts and when the woman was done, she set out to search the shelves in the living room. One of her colleagues searched the kitchen and even destroyed Buddy´s beloved dog pillow, because he suspected that someone might have hidden evidences.
"Sir," one of the officers called to Pierre. He had gone into the bedroom and had searched Lindsay's wardrobe. "Sir, we've found a red rope," he informed.
"What?", Connor asked.
Pierre recalled: "The rope with which Henry Frink was hanged, is also red. I bet it fits to his injuries."
Connor, however, had to admit he had never seen the rope. "I don´t know the rope, I swear."
"I would also say this in your place," Pierre objected.
"What about the burglar in our apartment?", Connor asked, "The burglar dumped the rope here."
"That the killer of Sarah and Henry also breaks in your home is quite unlikely." Pierre knew the report, because after Connor had noticed last night someone had breaking into his apartment, he had called Scotland Yard immediately. It was a break-in, so Scotland Yard was responsible.
Pierre found it very suspicious that one day before the apartment search a burglary should have taken place. He thought it was a feeble attempt to throw suspicion on someone else.
The crime scene- team was still busy for three more hours. Then they left the apartment. Connor had hardly closed the door behind him, when his phone rang. It was Sue and Jack, who wanted to know what the house search had revealed. Of course they knew there were no results, because Lindsay wasn´t a killer and she had nothing to hide.
Connor had no idea how a part of the rope came to his and Lindsay´s apartment. And the more he hated, to tell Sue and Jack now.
That Connor didn´t call again today wasn´t a good sign. Lindsay hoped he hadn´t changed his mind. She wasn´t a murderer and she prayed her husband knew.
She walked nervously up and down in their small cell and her cold hand ran over her face. Lindsay felt terrible. And if she thought about prison in two days she got very scared. The next prison was located in Cornwall, a now socially deprived area with a high unemployment rate.
Lindsay shouldn´t try to break out. If she would escape from the custody of MI6, she was classified as volatile. A hammering noise on the door startled her from her thoughts and a small flap on the ground opened. "Dinner", a gruff voice called to her and shoved a tray with a plate of broccoli soup, two slices of toast and a cup of water in her cell.
Lindsay picked up the tray from the floor and so sat down on her bed. She noted that the plate fluctuated unusually and it was almost impossible to eat the soup. The soup tasted bland and was almost cold. She tried to drink the disgusting liquid. Then she turned the plate around. She was amazed when she discovered a key underneath.
Countless thoughts were in her head. Would the key fit the lock of her cell? What about the surveillance system? Was it disabled?
There was only one way to find out.
"I have no idea how to help Lindsay," Connor said while Sue and Jack helped him cleaning up his apartment. After the squad of the forensics had left this morning, Connor was left alone with the chaos.
A faint knock on the door made them get up from the couch. Connor went first to the front door and looked through the peephole. Then he stepped back, opened the door.
"Lindsay," Sue was glad to see her. Buddy also was glad that she was here, because he ran joyfully around her, wriggling.
"Let's go and take a minute to the terrace," Sue suggested then and left the living room with Jack and Buddy.
"Are you okay?", Connor wanted to know and hugged her tightly. He pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Yes," Lindsay nodded, "Coming here was a single gauntlet. I couldn´t use a public transport and I couldn´t take a taxi." She had no cash. Then she remembered something. "The key," she murmured and broke something from him, "Was that you?"
"What do you mean?," Connor asked and Lindsay realized he didn´t know what she was talking.
She took the key from her pocket. "It must be a master key," she suggested, "After I discovered it, I could walk out of the MI6 building, as if I were an ordinary visitor." For a moment, Lindsay didn´t say a word, but then it bubbled out of her: "I'm sorry I haven´t told you the truth about me and Pierre. I was afraid you're..."
"It doesn´t matter now," Connor said, "It´s important we convince MI6 of your innocence."
Lindsay nodded and she asked him if he minded if she just took a shower. She thought she smelled like a holding cell and she hated the smell more than ever.
"Never mind," Connor said to her and after she went to the second floor of their duplex apartment and Connor let his brother and Sue in again. Outside it was freezing, but a mild Christmas was coming, according to weather reports.
"Connor?", Lindsay cried and he hastened to sprint up the stairs. He was surprised when she stood in the doorway to the bedroom and watched the chaos in the room. The bed was unmade, the mattresses were literally torn aside, the books were cleared from the shelves and it looked as if a tornado had swept through the room. "What happened here?"
"The crime scene investigation was here today," he said, "They found a red rope in your stuff. Pierre thought it's the same rope with which Henry was hanged."
"What?," she sounded horrified.
"That was my reaction. I think the burglar has something to do with it."
"The burglar?", Now she could no longer follow him.
"I found marks on our patio door yesterday. The burglar gave Buddy a sausage, prepared with sedatives."
"He or she has spared no effort", Lindsay stepped over the mess and got some new clothes from her walk-in closet. Then she went to the bathroom. "Did you call Scotland Yard and informed them about the burglary?", she asked and Connor confirmed.
Lindsay took a shower and almost needed half an hour and when she came in new clothes and wet hair back into the living room, Connor, Jack and Sue were already sitting on the couch. Buddy was happy as usual and very pleased to see her.
"Do we have something to eat?," she asked, looking in the refrigerator. Lindsay took a sandwich, which Connor had bought at Sailsburry's. With the sandwich in her hand, she sat down with them.
"Lindsay, we talked...", Sue began, "We have unanimously decided you can´t stay here."
"The MI6 meanwhile may noticed you're gone and they will be looking here first," Connor said, "Probably Sue and Jack's apartment then is the second address."
"And that means?", Lindsay tried to save her sandwich from buddy.
"You have to hide. And I know just where. "
Doctor Wingham was surprised that Connor had found out his home address of his small row house and he wondered what he and his wife´s assistant wanted at such a late hour. "I know it's about your wife, but can´t the next tests wait till tomorrow?", Wingham said.
"When this is over, I'll never bother you again with any analyzes or tests, I swear," Connor said, taking a step to the side. Only then Doctor Wingham realized who was with them: She was wearing a thick black jacket and a black hat as well. Some blonde hair peeped out of the hat.
"Keep to yourself please, that I'm here," Lindsay asked, pulling the hat deeper into her face.
"Don´t worry, I won´t tell a word," Dr. Wingham promised.
"Doc, we need your help," Connor said, very quietly.
"What can I do?"
"Do you remember that your wife told you to bring your colleagues home for dinner?", Connor asked, "Now would be the right time to do it."
"Jim? Jim, what's going on down there?", they heard a woman's voice now. Obviously Mrs. Wingham was also at home. Doc Wingham asked them into the house before the neighbors would see them. "Honey, these are my friends from Scotland Yard," the doctor told his wife, "Guys, this is my wife Sadie."
"Good evening," Connor said politely, then turned back to the doctor, "Is that okay? It's only temporary."
"What is he talking about?", Sadie Wingham wanted to know. She crossed her arms over her pink patterned robe.
"Honey, can Lindsay stay with us? She´s in trouble, but I promise you she won´t stay long."
Sadie mused. "Is she a thief?"
"No."
"Is she a murderer?"
"No,!" Lindsay replied immediately.
"Then she can stay," Sadie decided and now turned to Lindsay, "But you must help me to get the guest room ready." Sadie went away and Connor and Lindsay were relieved. While Sadie took fresh linen and carried her to the guest room, Connor talked to Lindsay: "I will find a way, I promise."
"Thanks," she held his hand as they stood next to each other.
"Stay away from the windows, you hear? I don´t want someone sees you."
"Yes," she nodded in agreement, "I don´t want that Doc Wingham gets in trouble."
"We'll see you tomorrow." Before Connor went to Sue, who was waiting in the car already, he kissed his wife goodbye again. He hated the thought she wasn´t with him today and even more, he hated the idea she could now sit in a prison. That's why he accepted Doctor Wingham House as temporary accommodation.
The guest bed of the Wingham´s was more comfortable than the narrow with leather covered recliner in the holding cell of MI6. Nevertheless, Lindsay didn´t sleep very well.
In her dream she was this time on a plot, which reminded her of an old cottage or an old horse farm. Lindsay could see high fences and at the other end of the meadow was actually a brown horse. The area was very nice, she noticed, but when she turned around, she saw a young woman with long black hair. Lindsay knew immediately she was Natalie Brooks. "Natalie," she said and wanted to follow her, but Natalie was gone. Lindsay walked down the narrow gravel road on which she had seen Natalie. The path led straight to a family cemetery. The name Frink was noted on some grave stones, but also a certain Lincoln McDougal was buried here. Lindsay knew the name: The living Lincoln McDougal was mayor of Edinburgh once, and he had then initiated the construction of the station, which integrated the city into industry. Later, Lincoln had even traveled to America and then returned to England, where he lived with his family until his death.
An angel covered with moss stood on the grave of a certain Eleanor Frink, who died in 1990. Apparently she was Henry's grandmother.
Then there was another grave, in which Henry's name, date of birth and date of death were engraved. The earth on the grave was fresh and not planted with flowers or grass. Lindsay's heart skipped a beat with fear when she saw Natalie Brooks lying on the grave. She was now wearing a dress and had her hands folded on her stomach. She almost looked like Snow White, Lindsay thought. And she believed this vision wanted to tell her that Natalie was already dead. But then Natalie raised her head and looked at her. "I'm here. Can´t you see me?", she asked," You have to like Davy. Everyone likes him. Davy isn´t a killer."
"But I'm not, too."
"I'm here," Natalie repeated, "Why can´t you see me?"
"I can see you."
"Find me."
The next morning, Connor came over with a bag from the Elephant House and handed this to Mrs. Wingham on the doorstep. "This is for your breakfast," he said and she glanced into the bag which came from the cafe where JK Rowling wrote a part of the Harry Potter books. Sadie Wingham thanked him and then led him into the living area of the house where her husband and Lindsay were already sitting at the breakfast table. Connor also sat down. He held Lindsay's hand as he sat down across from her.
"Doc, we don´t have much time. We need to drive to Scotland Yard, "Connor said.
"What?"
"I pick you up, so we´re driving together," Connor said, "MI6 knows by now about your disappearance and they have started an investigation." He then turned to his wife, "When I left the house today I have seen a black car which parked in our street and the car followed me this far... So I think it would be good if we could look it like we´re driving to work together."
Doctor Wingham understood. He decided to take his jacket so they could leave. Mrs. Wingham prepared lunch for her husband in the kitchen.
"How are you?", Connor wanted to know from Lindsay, when they were alone.
"I had a terrible night," she admitted, "I dreamed of Natalie Brooks. The dream was located at a place which could be an old but classy cottage. The area looked very rural... I have also seen a cemetery and the name Frink was written on some grave stones."
"Henry Frink parents own an old cottage," Connor said, "Henry is also buried there."
Lindsay was silent for a moment. "I know the perfect hiding place for a dead body," she said then, "A place where no one will look for it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... Henry Frink. But he was already picked up, right?"
Connor needed a second until he understood. "Doc," he suddenly cried and Jim Wingham replied from the top floor of his house, "Our plans have just changed. We need your car."
Connor had just told them about Lindsay's idea, as Dr. Wingham already complained: His wife Sadie played an important role in Connor's plan and the coroner didn´t seem to like that. "I prefer my wife has nothing to do with this."
"Be quiet, Jim," Mrs. Wingham suddenly said, "I'll be happy to help you. To be honest, my life as housewife is pretty boring." Mrs. Wingham hadn´t worked since the birth of her children, and now, after the two boys were out of the house, she still hadn´t found a new job. In the interviews she was always told she was too old for a new permanent position. Doc Wingham had already suspected that his wife was often bored at home but he had no idea she liked adventure.
"What can I do?", Sadie Wingham asked interested.
"Doc, you and I drive to Scotland Yard in my car. Lindsay is hiding in your car. Mrs. Wingham, you leave the house in half an hour, at best through the front door. Bring a travel bag: It must look as if you would want to leave the city for a few days. Go shopping then. If you are persecuted, MI6 will quickly lose interest in you", he didn´t think Pierre Martin and his agent colleagues were interested in how many vegetables the woman bought today, "Then go to the main branch of the National Bank of Scotland and meet my brother Jack. Leave your car in the parking garage. Jack will give you his car and then you come to this address." He handed her a note.
"And your brother will help us?", Doc Wingham asked skeptically.
"He must."
Doctor Wingham wasn´t satisfied, but he decided he had to help them anyway. So he and Connor left the house. Connors Audi parked on the street. They got in and drove towards Scotland Yard. Doctor Wingham first had to get his equipment. He had never done his work outside of Scotland Yard building. That he has now been asked for a field use by a senior investigator was new to him. Internally Doctor Wingham created a list of all the items he absolutely had to take. And he hoped nothing would happen to his wife Sadie.
Inside the House of the Wingham´s, Sadie took Lindsay to the garage, which was connected to the house by a door directly. They helped her to hide in the trunk. "Do you get enough air in there?", Sadie asked worried. She was worried that Lindsay would suffocate in her trunk, and this fear was of course right.
"Fold the rear seat forward. That's alright then."
Sadie did what she said. Lindsay listened to the sounds and heard Sadie then walking back into the house to put some random clothes out of the closet in a travel bag. Then the door slammed shut. The garage door opened two minutes later and now Lindsay heard how Sadie grumbled about her husband and cursed. She smiled. Sadie was a good actress. If MI6 was really watching them the agents now assume the Wingham had a fight and Sadie wanted to see her mother.
The driver's door of the car opened and Sadie threw her bag carelessly on the passenger seat. She started the engine and drove off. "Did you notice on the way to the garage a car which doesn´t otherwise parks in your neighborhood?" Lindsay asked, peering through the narrow gap between the rear seats.
"A black Mercedes is now driving directly behind us. I can see two men in suits."
"I see," Lindsay thought for a moment, "Do what Connor has told you: Go shopping, then drive to the National Bank of Scotland."
She couldn´t see how determined Sadie nodded.
The time Sadie Wingham spent in the supermarket was almost endless. About two minutes after Sadie had left her car, Lindsay heard knocking noises coming from outside. Apparently, one of the MI6 agents who had followed them also got out and wanted to examine Sadie's car more closely. Lindsay heard the lock of the trunk cracking and her heart began to beat faster in fear when she suddenly heard a voice: "What the hell are you doing?"
It was Sadie. She had returned from the grocery store faster than expected. Lindsay was relieved when the lock of the trunk clicked again and it remained dark in her hiding place.
"Excuse me, ma'am," the MI6 agent said.
"I probably can´t even do some shopping for two minutes and I´m already robbed out."
"Ma'am, I'm not a car thief. I work for the MI6."
Lindsay didn´t recognize his voice, so it wasn´t Pierre.
"Nice, nice," Sadie didn´t sound enthusiastic.
"Are you planning a longer trip?", The agent asked now. Of course, he had watched how Sadie left her house with a travel bag and now she had apparently bought some food for the journey, because she held two sandwiches in her hand.
"Oh, I left my husband and want to stay with my mother a few days. I hope she isn´t too disappointed when she finds out, "she said.
"Where does your mother is live?"
When he asked this, Lindsay held his breath. She hoped Sadie wouldn´t tell him their actual target. "In Manchester... And if you'll excuse me now: I have to get a little money from my account if I need to refuel." With these words, Sadie got into her car and drove without any detours to the main branch of the National Bank of Scotland. On the way she didn´t say a word, just as Sadie opened the trunk in the parking garage, Lindsay told her that MI6 agents were close to discover her. "Did they follow you again?," she said then.
"No, the black Mercedes wasn´t behind us."
As planned, they met with Connors brother Jack in his office. Jack handed them the keys to his car and wished them good luck-whatever they were up to.
Before they left the building, even Sadie lifted from a small amount of cash from her account. She justified this as a credible, if the MI6 should check her account. Perhaps the MI6 wanted to find out whether her story was true. "Sadie, you have missed your profession. You should have been a detective. "
Sadie thanked her for the compliment, before they left the city in Jack's car and drove to the small county of Chesterborough, where Henry Frinks parents owned a cottage.
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