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Chapter Eleven: What Happened to His Heart?

The explosion startled both Sydney and Vaughn, throwing them off balance and striking a similar fear in both of them. APO had been breeched. What if it was the Ring of Life trying to abduct Katie? Neither had time to think, only to act. Sydney scooped up a frightened Katie and Vaughn led them hastily from the room, under the eerie glow of the backup lights. Vaughn could just hear the last of the steel doors slamming shut, cutting off the outside world. The only problem with that was it could effectively seal their enemies inside with them. Neither Sydney nor Vaughn heard any combat going on as they made their way to the central office. But then the distinct sound of gunfire echoed through the hall.

"Sydney, take Katie and barricade yourself in an office. I'm going to help the others."

"Be careful."

Sydney watched as Vaughn ran down the hallway, gun drawn. He glanced back only once. Following his advice, Sydney found the nearest office. She locked the door and flipped over the desk pushing it against the door. Then she turned to Katie who was clearly confused and crying. Sydney picked her up trying to comfort her.

"It's going to be okay, Katie. Don't worry dear. I'm going to take care of you."

0 BACK IN NEW YORK 0

Elliot sat at his desk frustrated. It was the week from hell. They had no new leads on any of their cases and some rapist just got off scot free. And then there was the Brigid Breslin case. The New York CIA office had seized all their case information and left with a nod. The media was going crazy about the unsolved murder and was accusing the NYPD of being slow, boorish, overpaid, and extremely inadequate.

"Elliot we may have stumbled across something on the Breslin case." Olivia said, interrupting his thoughts. "There's a petty thief who the cops just picked up for stealing a radio out of a car. He wants us to let him go in exchange for information about Brigid's death. He claims he was in front of her apartment building that day waiting for a friend."

Elliot hurried to the room where the guy was being held with Olivia right on his heels. This could be the big break they had been waiting for or just a big bust. There was only one way to find out.

The witness wasn't very impressive, grungy and sallow. He had the looks of someone who had a bad addiction to sex, alcohol, drugs, or some other worldly good. Beneath his muddy eyes dwelled no intelligence, reassuring Elliot that a lie might be too complicated for this guy, that what he told them might actually be the truth.

"Hey there detective. Name's Chuck Vack. I'll tell you what I know for imnesty from my crimes."

"The word's amnesty, Chuck and it all depends on what you tell us." Elliot responded.

"I was outside that girl's building the day she was murdered, waiting for a friend. And I see these two big guys, looking all Vin Diesel and all. Now these men, one of them had a knife. The other one might have one, but I only saw one of them. And I minding my own little business and I see them go into this little alleyway next to the building. I just figured they were doing weed you know. Then this pretty little lady and her kid came walking down the street qand went into the brownstone. And after about five minutes, the men come out of the alleyway and go into the place too. They didn't knock or anything, figured they knew the girl and wanted to surprise her. So I'm still waiting for my friend and these Vin Diesels come out again and I swear on my mother's grave that one of them was wiping blood off of their hands. Well I knew right then they must have done something to that girly."

"That's not good enough Chuck. It makes it seem as though you were the one who murdered Ms. Breslin." Elliot said.

"I'm not finished. One of the guys says to the other call Sloane and tell him the kid wasn't there. Now I know pretty much all of the bosses around these parts and I've never heard of Sloane. So I decided my friend's aint worth waiting for anymore so I get out of there lickety split and tells some kid to call 911 on a payphone, on account of me not being so friendly with the cops."

"They called Sloane?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah."

"We need to get Agents Vaughn and Bristow on the phone." Elliot said to Olivia

"Hey detectives. Do I get my imnesty?"

0 Back in LA 0

By the time Vaughn reached the central office the gunfire had ceased. Dixon, Weiss, Nadia and Jack were all standing over the body of a lone shooter.

"There was only one?" Vaughn asked.

"Yeah. Maybe the others got stuck outside." Weiss replied.

"Uh guys, you've got to come see this." Marshall cut in.

They all followed him back to his office were the outside of APO was displayed on the screens.

"Okay. I polled up outside surveillance, no one's there. It's not like they all left or went to get coffee or something. I rewinded the tapes to the time of the attack and still no one."

"The attack came from the inside?" Jack questioned.

"As far as I can figure yes." Marshall replied nervously.

Vaughn looked around the room and out to the adjoining rooms. As his cell phone began to ring, it dawned on him.

"Where's Sloane?"

0 0 0

Sydney was playing patty cake with Katie on the floor of the office, keeping one eye on the door. Nobody could get in without her seeing them. It startled her when her cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Agent Bristow this is Detective Benson. We have a lead on the Breslin case."

Sydney opened her mouth to respond only to feel a damp cloth cover her mouth and nose. She slipped into unconsciousness, but not before she recognized who did this to her.

Sloane.

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