"What's up your sleeve?"
"How do you feel about the Internal Revenue Service?"
"The IRS?"
"Yep."
"I have nothing against them, but they aren't my favorite people."
"Suit up."
"Mary, what are you talking about?"
"I mean, he doesn't know you, you go in there, trying to figure out this tax mess, which by the way was solved in court six months later, but you can just tell him there's follow up questions, and maybe he'll give us some details about Jeff."
"This legal?"
"Probably not."
"Fine." Stan said. "But, if this isn't legal, you're going down with me."
"Fine, it's not the first time."
Stan walked into the room where Kevin was sitting, still cuffed to the chairs.
"Hi."
"I aint talkin to no stupid cops."
"Good. I'm not a cop. I'm Stan, I work for the IRS, we need to sort about some business."
"Thought we did that in court?"
"More paperwork, we have some unanswered questions for you."
Kevin leaned back in his seat. "Such as?"
"Why did you not file taxes that year?"
"Like I told the courts, I thought I was going to have to move to Guam that year, I thought I could get moved before April, but I didn't."
"Why didn't you just ask for an extension?"
"I don't know."
"Were ya running from someone?"
"You could say that, I guess."
"Who?"
"I don't remember his name, he's dead now."
"Alright." Stan said, jotting something on a steno pad he had in front of him. "How'd he die?"
"Death. I don't know, I didn't ask him, considering he was trying to kill me, what does this have to do with my taxes?"
"I don't know, these are just the questions my boss told me to ask you, I don't ask questions. I like my job."
"Whatever." Stan said. "Now, you know having a baby is going to cause you to do taxes differently in the future."
"Yep."
Mary was standing on the other side of the one way mirror. She began thinking.
I got a phone call a few moments later. "Rebecca, I don't need to know details, of where, or how, but do you happen to know the exact date you and Kevin had sex."
"The third, I remember because it would have been my mom's birthday. I know, it's creepy."
"A bit. Your Dad died last Thursday, so you would have been...roughly a month pregnant."
"Give or take, yeah."
"Hm." She said. "I need to make some calls. What's the name of Kevin's church?"
"Trinity...something."
"I know where it is, I'll call ya back."
Mary picked up the phone again.
"Hi, this is Mary Shannon, from the United States Marshal Service, did a Kevin Jackson accompany you on your trip a few weeks ago? - you did? - He did? - They have? - Alright, thank you. - Oh, no worries, just a routine investigation we do for all people who have committed tax evasion. Thank you."
Mary looked to Marshall.
"What you got?" He said.
A/n: sorry for the cliffhanger, I have to go to work. I'll update after work :)