Chapter Fourteen

The door to the squad room opened while Peter walked into the room and headed for his desk. He had decided to stay with Campbell and his family at the safe house and sleeping on the rock hard couch did his back in. Pain rolled up and down his back as he sighed then sat down and looked at Robert.

"We got the security footage from the law office and the hallway of Campbell's building," he said as Peter nodded and placed his chin in his hand. "Are you ok?"

"No, I'm nae ok. My back hurts after sleeping on a daft couch, my cousin's family is a wreck and Campbell is aboot tae explode. I dinnae blame him. His life's been an up and down nightmare since he was born and now he has tae contend with a raving maniac that want's tae kill him," Peter sighed and Robert nodded.

"I called the prison and the warden's coming tae talk aboot Peter McGregor," Robert said and Peter at back in the chair, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"When is he supposed tae be here?" Peter asked as he blinked his eyes a few times and Robert pointed to the person in the doorway. Warden Daniel Duncan was a tall man with gray hair speckled with black and stone gray eyes and he was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, black shoes and socks and a black tie. His hair was styled in a buzz cut and his face had a hard look to it. Sighing, Peter got up as he walked to him and held out his hand.

"Hello, I am DI Carlisle," he said and they shook hands.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Daniel asked and Peter nodded. Robert got up as they walked to the interrogation room and the door closed behind them.

Marcy walked into the living room when she looked down at Campbell lying on the floor with a duvet wrapped around him and Logan slept to his right while Eddie slept to his left. None of them wanted to sleep in a bed and she allowed them to camp out on the floor. She felt her heart hurting as she saw the pain in Campbell's face and she knelt down near his head and stroked his hair. Startled, he snapped his eyes open when he looked up at her and she hushed him. Careful not to wake the boys, he got off the floor as they walked to the kitchen and he slid his arms around her waist. His hand did hurt but he saw that she was hurting more and he gently placed her head against his chest.

"I am so sorry," she whispered as he kissed the top of her head and she looked up to see him sadly smiling at her.

"No, you have nothing tae be sorry for," he said softly and she shook her head.

"If it wasnae for me….," she said as he placed his fingers against her lips and softly smiled.

"If it wasnae for you, I would still be in St. Jude's. Ah, dinnae look at me like that. It's true. I know that I had a job that I loved…"

"What do you mean that you had a job? You have one."

"Do you really think Mister Burke is going tae keep me on after I nearly got his son killed?" he asked and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No, Campbell, he wouldnae…," she sobbed and he kissed the top of her head.

"Look, it's just a job. I'm sure that I could get one in a smaller station."

"You must hate me," she whispered and he lifted her chin, giving her a stern look.

"Now you just listen! There are a lot of things I'm feeling right now, but hating you is nae one of them. I could never do that! I dinnae hate Logan either. Aye, he thinks the same as you. He thinks it would have been better if he had never been born," he said and her eyes went wide as she looked toward the living room. "No, he's alright. He knows that it's nae his fault."

"What I dinnae understand is why you're keeping so calm aboot all this."

"You think it is fucking calm in this head of mine?! The bloody lift is bouncing up and down from the roof tae the sub-basement so hard I'm amazed that my head hasnae exploded! I want tae fucking scream, cry, hit things oe just plain go out and kill that bastard. The one thing that's stopping me is the realization, if I do those things, it proves that I am a danger tae nae only you and the kids but tae myself! That was the one thing that wanker wanted people tae see! I need tae keep it together or I'll lose everything that gives my life purpose!" he said as she softly smiled and kissed his chest.

"Blimey, you have grown up," she teased as he softly laughed and held her tightly in her arms.

"Aye, I'm nae too happy aboot it. I like acting like a kid."

"Well, when this is all over, you have my permission tae act like a kid again," she whispered and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Thanks, Mommy," he whispered and she smiled at him.

Peter watched as Daniel sat down at the table and Robert sat across the table from him. Peter sat at the head of the table when Daniel slid the files he had in his hands toward Peter and Peter looked down at the files. He placed the wire rimmed glasses on when he opened the file and looked at the picture of Peter McGregor. His heart slammed hard against his ribs when he sighed and looked at Daniel.

"What sort of prisoner was he?" Peter asked.

"He was like most prisoners. He followed the rules. He worked out in the yard and kept out of trouble. We do enforce the prisoners tae talk with our resident psychiatrist and McGregor did his weekly sessions with him," Daniel said while Peter looked at the file then slid the file toward Robert.

"What did the psychiatrist think aboot him? Did he show signs of psychotic tendencies?" Robert asked.

"The sessions are in this file," Daniel said as he slid the other file to Peter and Peter opened the file.

"It says here that he was medicated," Peter said.

"Aye, he was prescribed several drugs tae decrease his violent outbursts. The doctor said the drugs were working and that he was becoming a model prisoner."

"Which is why he was released?" Robert asked and Daniel nodded.

"I see that the last session had something tae do with name association," Peter said.

"Yes, the doctor said these names that had caused McGregor tae become angry, but he didnae respond when the doctor mentioned them," Daniel said and Peter sighed, rubbing his eyes with his index fingers.

"What names did the doctor use?" Robert asked.

"Anna Duff, Judith Kelly, Henry Flynn, Nathan Greene, Marcy Bane, Logan Bane and Campbell Bain," Peter sighed.

"If we knew that he would go after those people, we would never have released him," Daniel said and Peter glared at him.

"But you did. Now there are four people dead, an innocent man was nearly shot because McGregor thought he was Campbell Bain and the Bain family are in protective custody," Peter growled and balled his hands into fists.

"Do you have any idea where McGregor is?" Robert asked.

"No," Daniel said with a shake of his head.

"Great," Peter sighed and closed the file.

"Well, Sir, thank you for coming," Robert said as he stood up and led Daniel out of the room. Peter sat at the table while he tapped his fingers on the table top when he picked up the photo of McGregor and blinked. He leaned back on the chair when he took the wire rimmed glasses then placed them in his pocket and placed his feet on the top of the table. He looked at the photo then smiled, got up and left the room.

Frank sat near the console while Trevor made Jamie laugh when he heard someone knocking on the glass and turned to see Peter standing at the window. He waved at Frank when Frank got up as he walked to the door and opened the door, going out into the hallway.

"Campbell, what the hell are you doing here?!" he asked as Peter smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm nae Campbell," Peter said and Frank frowned then remembered who he was.

"Oh, right, you're his cousin. What's going on? Is he, Marcy and the kids ok?"

"Aye, they're fine. I just need a favor."

"What sort of favor?" Frank asked, frowning.

"I want you tae let me go on the air," Peter said and Frank's eyes went wide.

"What?!"

"The only logical way tae get this guy is tae call him out."

"He'll never buy it."

"I talk just like Campbell."

"Aye, but you dinnae sound like him," Frank said, running his fingers through his hair. "Campbell has a certain tone tae his voice which you dinnae have."

"So you're saying the only way I can do this is tae have him do it?" Peter asked, arching his eyebrow.

"Aye, that's exactly what I'm saying," Frank said as Peter thought for a minute then smiled.

"Do you have a mobile broadcasting truck?"

"Aye, we do."

"Go get it and meet me outside in ten," Peter said as he half ran down the hallway and Frank frowned then sighed, walked back in the booth and closed the door behind him.

Campbell sat on the couch while he watched the boys playing the video games that they had found in the cupboard and one of the officers hooked up the game system to the television. He held Emma Rose on his lap as she sucked on his finger and he kissed the top of her head.

"Here," Marcy said after she sat next to him and handed him the plastic dummy. Campbell placed the dummy into Emma Rose's mouth as Marcy placed her head on his shoulder and placed her arm around his waist.

"Where are our babysitters?" he asked as he looked around for the police officers that Peter had called and she shrugged. "Great, some protection they turned out tae be,"

"Jack said they were doing a perimeter check," Logan said, looking back at them.

"Which one is Jack?"

"He's the one with the ball cap," Eddie said and Campbell nodded when the door opened and Jack Gibbson walked inside. He was a tall man with short blonde hair and green eyes. He was wearing a tan baseball cap on his head as well as jeans, boots and a tan shirt and he smiled at them, taking the baseball cap off.

"We got a call from the station. They're sending a mobile radio station tae do a live broadcast," he said and Marcy frowned, leaning against Campbell.

"Why?" she asked.

"I dinnae know," he said when they heard something stopping near the house and Jack looked out the window. "They're here."

Campbell walked to the window when he peeked out the window and saw the van was from BBC Scotland then smiled when Trevor, Frank and Jamie got out of the mobile studio. The blue car was parked in front of the mobile studio and Peter and Robert headed for the stairs leading to the house. Jack nodded when Campbell opened the door and walked toward him and Peter gave him a big grin.

"What's going on?" Campbell asked.

"It's show time!" Peter said and Campbell gave him a confused look while tilting his head to one side.