Title: Revenge Part 2
Author: Dancing Star
Crossover: PSI Factor / Sue Thomas FBEye
Pairing: Connor / Lindsay
Rating: 16 (contains some less beautiful scenes)
Category: AU, Crime, Mystery, Romance
Content: The disappearance of her friend Hannah proves to be a difficult test for Lindsay. In addition, she and Connor have to deal with an observer who is stalking them for days.
Notes: The idea for this story is mine, but the characters aren´t mine. If this story sounds familiar to you: congratulations. You have found me. :-)
Revenge-Part 2
They went on to the agenda. This meant that the search for Hannah Dickinson was in the first place. Connor had stopped counting the hours, since the woman was missing, but the digital display, which hung in the open-plan office of his department, certainly knew.
It was noon when Lindsay parked her car in a small side street and got out. She saw that Connor was busy in one of the large dumpsters. He also participated in the search for Hannah, even though he didn´t have to as the team leader. His job was coordinating the people and to take responsibility. But it didn´t suit him to warm up in its headquarters office chair, while his colleagues had to rummage in garbage cans.
"Hi," Lindsay called out to him and smiled as Connor turned around to her, wearing green fishermen´s pants and boots, "You look good."
"Like a fisherman," he said and climbed of over the edge of the garbage can.
"Have you found something?", Lindsay wanted to know when they moved away from the garbage can.
"Not yet... What about you?", he suddenly asked, "You're a Precognitive as Jack would say. Have you seen anything lately?" Connor had actually no intention to involve her in the case, but he needed help.
"No. Nothing of importance", she admitted. Several times she had solved cases in the past by her visions. Last time she had tracked the body of Natalie Brooks, which had been hidden by Carter Chapman at a grave in a cottage in this way.
"On the day when I found out about Hannah's disappearance, I have dreamed of her, but it was nothing important," she said then, "Do you remember these animal park we have visited in the Caribbean?", it sounded much more like a rhetorical question, "I have dreamed, Hannah and I were there and have observed a kidnapping. The kidnapper sits down next to us and insulted me as a fair-skinned, European bitch... That's all I can remember, but I checked the meaning: This dream means, I´m confused by my own demon."
Connor nodded silently but he was amazed at how true it was.
The day passed and in the evening they still had no trace of Hannah. They would continue searching tomorrow, because during the day the search was easier. At night, the risk was too great they´d overlook important traces.
Lindsay watched concerned as Connor stood in the empty open-plan office and silently stared at the digital display. It was 6 p.m. on a Wednesday and Hannah Dickinson was now missing for 76 hours.
The news informed the population about Hannah Dickinson and the same spokeswoman said, Hannah had worn a striped shirt and a maternity pants. In a quiet moment, Lindsay had spoken with a colleague from the in-house call center: As it was expected, the reaction of the population was the most in the acute phase of Hannah's disappearance and most numerous indications had been received. But after investigations it turned out that there hadn´t been anything useful so far.
Miles joined them in the office. He was holding a chocolate bar in his hand and wanted to bite as a telephone began to ring. He answered the call, but quickly handed the phone to Connor. Miles sat down and watched how Connor phoned. The conversation was rather short. When he was finished, Connor threw the black handset almost on the table.
"Miles," he shouted, rushed out of the room and his colleague got up immediately.
"You stay here," Connor then said to his wife. Lindsay could hear Connor reached for his cell phone in the hallway and ordered the rest of his team immediately out of the quitting time.
She left the office and asked a Field Agent what happened, who also worked for Connor and she met by chance on the way to the ground floor.
"A walker has found a corpse about a hundred miles from here in a lake," the woman said.
"Who is it?"
"We don´t know," the agent said, but Lindsay saw she lied. The agent took her jacket and hurriedly rushed to get into the parking garage. Lindsay thought for a second, what she should do now. Connor would never tell her the truth when she asked him about it. So she decided to ask someone else for help.
"How many lakes do we have within a hundred miles?", Lindsay wanted to know from Doc Wingham when he drove his car out of the parking garage. She was glad he still had time for her.
"I guess there are several", Doc Wingham replied. When she showed up a few minutes ago in his office, he had suspected she´d ask him for a favor again and so it happened: First Lindsay announced she would need help. "Do I have to hide you in my house again?", Wingham had asked then. She announced she only needed a driver this time who accompanied her to a crime scene. He should consider this as second field operation, she had said. Doc Wingham seemed to have nothing against a trip and they went together into the parking garage of Scotland Yard and took his private vehicle.
"Damn. Of course, no one told me where exactly the body was found", Lindsay scolded. She had a premonition it was in the body of Hannah Dickinson.
"I think we´re lucky," Wingham suddenly said. A group of black cars drove past them, he saw the number plates. "Looks as if your husband has been delayed," he suggested, "If we follow them in a distance, they don´t even notice us."
Throughout the trip Doc Wingham held a reasonable distance to the Scotland Yard vehicles. If they had stopped at a traffic light, he let one or two other cars drive in front of them so they could hide behind them.
Finally Connors team drove about a hundred miles in a northerly direction. They left the highway to a small forest road and drove alongside a lake. Doc Wingham followed them and when the black Scotland Yard cars were parked in a parking lot, the doctor stopped his car in the middle of the gravel road. They saw that Connor and his team got out and now met a few men in yellow vests, apparently police officers. They chatted.
"What now?", Wingham wanted to know.
"We wait." Lindsay was convinced Connor couldn´t see her and she didn´t want to be discovered. "Do you have binoculars?"
"No."
"Too bad. I thought it´s possible you spend your free time with hunting... or watching deer in the forest."
"We know for a while now. I think if I´m a hunter, I would certainly tell you..."
Now, she returned to which was happening a few meters away: a policeman was holding a thermometer in the lake to measure the water temperature. Doc Wingham told her it was a relief when it came to determine the time of death.
In the scene Miles received a fisherman pants and gloves by a police officer. Even from this distance Lindsay could see the confusion in his face when he finally put the clothes on. Miles and a police officer trudged into the water. Another officer pushed a series of reeds aside.
Lindsay and Doc Wingham had to stretch a little to see the body. Miles and the policeman now pulled the dark-haired woman out of the water. She was wearing a green and blue striped shirt.
"That's her," Lindsay muttered. All of a sudden, she was hot and cold at the same time and even though she was sitting, her knees trembled. Her throat was tight. "My goodness, it´s her... Doc, take me back to the city immediately."
When Connor came home late at night, he was very frightened, because Lindsay tearfully sat on the couch. Buddy sat beside her on the upholstery, and she had her arms wrapped tightly around the shepherd.
"What's going on?", Connor asked, slightly desperate and shooed Buddy away.
"You... You...", Lindsay sobbed and Connor asked her to calm down, "You've found her today." She even coughed.
"Who?"
"Hannah Dickinson. She... She's dead", Lindsay coughed again and sobbed more and more.
"How do you know that?"
"I have seen you when you pulled her out of the water."
Connor wasn´t able to calm her so he reached for his cell phone. Sadie Wingham promised she would come over immediately and ten minutes later someone actually rang the doorbell. Connor let Sadie in, who saw the weeping Lindsay immediately curled up on the couch. Sadie first sent Connor to the kitchen, where he should make some tea for his wife. He asked whether there should be a certain type, but Sadie sent him off with a gesture. Asking for help was clear because the kids of Jim and Sadie Wingham were already grown up and left home. So it was assumed that the Wingham´s knew how to rise a person .
First, Sadie shooed Buddy away: He still sat beside the couch and didn´t leave Lindsay's side. If a dog could ever look worried, then Buddy was now the perfect example. When the dog had left, Sadie sat with her flying weight on the coffee table and grabbed Lindsay's wrists. "Breathe deeply," she said to her and Lindsay tried to stop crying, "Calm down and tell me what happened."
"Where is Connor?"
"He's in the kitchen, making tea... Not that it would be important you´re drinking tea, but he was so excited I had to give him something to do first."
Lindsay nodded then she put a hand on her stomach.
"Is the baby all right? Do you have labor pains?"
"Yes and no," Lindsay replied, "I was so upset that I have lost control for a moment." She wiped the tears from her eyes.
"What happened? Would you like to tell me?"
"We have now found Hannah Dickinson. The..."
"...missing woman from the news. Yes, I have heard about it."
"This is terrible," Lindsay then added, "Sadie, you think I'm only crying because I am also pregnant?," The question was unnecessary and actually Lindsay already knew, while she asked the question that Sadie would nod.
"I think it's not a good idea if you continue working on the case."
"But I'm Hannah Dickinson´s friend..."
"Yes, but…"
"I knew her. And I can´t shake the feeling Hannah Dickinson rather randomly stumbled into this."
Lindsay wanted to be there when Doc Wingham examined the corpse of Hannah Dickinson next day. He had already told her in advance she should interrupt if she was sick or dizzy. Lindsay had promised it wouldn´t come to that. The case was too important.
Now she was watching through the next room, as Wingham´s assistant entered and brought a rattling cart. The metal cart was covered with a blue, sterile cloth on which the research instruments lay. The assistant put the plug of the electronic saw into the plug socket, turned on the LED lamp on the examination table and activated the microphone, which hung directly next to it. Then he trotted out of the room.
"My name is Doctor Jim Wingham. Today is Thursday, August 15th 2013. I start the autopsy of Hannah Dickinson at... ", he turned around and glanced at the clock," 2:50 p.m... Hannah Dickinson was found in a lake one hundred miles north of Edinburgh. She lay there between 12 and 18 hours after first estimate of the CSU, but because it was pretty warm the past few days, the exact time of death can´t be determined... She is 1.69 meters tall, she has dark brown hair, about 10 inches long. Both ear lobes are pierced. She wears silver earrings ", Wingham grabbed her eyelids and pulled them up, "Because of the vitreous in her eye is already dull, I can´t say what the color of her eyes is. And... ", Doc Wingham opened her mouth, "She has 28 teeth, no wisdom teeth. I see redness and abrasions on her hands and feet, so I guess she was bounded. Her gynecologist informed us she´s 38 weeks pregnant... In the lower part of her belly is a wound that is several layers of skin deep and reminds me of a c-section. The wound edge is smooth, not frayed", Doc Wingham assumed the wound was caused by a very precise tool, "There´s no trace of the infant."
He spent the next hour trying to x-ray the body and documenting everything he saw clearly. When he was finished, he opened her chest and abdomen and Lindsay decided she had to sit down for a while now. She turned away from the window which offered views on the autopsy room and sat down on one of the uncomfortable chairs in Doc Wingham office. She had often been in the pathology, but never in Wingham's office. She noticed a human skull made of plastic, which was placed on a bookshelf as a decoration.
She heard the front door to the pathology swung open and then she heard footsteps. Connor remained standing before the window for about one second and then he turned away. He saw his wife sitting in Wingham's office and he immediately came to her. She was amazed he wasn´t angry with her because she and Doc Wingham had followed them secretly to the lake where a walker had found the body.
"I thought you'd be here," Connor said when he sat on the other chair, "Is everything okay?"
They now listened, how Doc Wingham tried to cut a bone with the electronic saw and Lindsay grimaced. "I guess that answers your question."
"Yes." Connor nodded. He didn´t look particularly happy, as Doc Wingham revved his saw once again. "I have an idea," Connor finally said, "Let's go upstairs. We could eat something at the cafeteria..."
"This idea sounds terrible!"
"Well, then, we take a walk."
She found this proposal was better and he helped her to get up from the chair. He left a message on Doc Wingham´s desk he should call them when he was finished with the autopsy.
After they had gone outside for a walk and had caught fresh air for a while, Connor decided he wanted to approve a late lunch at a hot dog stand. When he saw Lindsay's stunned face, he asked her what was going on.
"We have just come from pathology," she complained, "And now you´re hungry?"
"I've eaten all day long... Do you want something? I invite you." Connor grinned and Lindsay shook her head.
"You´re really strange," she said and then turned to the salesman, "I'd like a hot dog without onions." The seller nodded and gave her food.
"What do you dislike about the whole Hannah- story?", Connor asked when they finally moved away from the hot dog stand.
"This is a pretty simple question," Lindsay replied promptly, "If someone wants to let a body disappear in a lake, then the body would sink usually. The body comes up in warm waters after two till four days when the decay gases washes it to the surface."
"Hannah´s body was hidden between some reed. There, the water wasn´t very deep."
"Her killer wanted us to find her."
"In the vicinity of the crime scene there was also a popular fishing spot. The killer couldn´t have placed the body even better ", as he said this, his phone began to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket. Connor saw Doc Wingham´s number on the display.
"Hey, Doc. Are you ready?", he asked.
"Where are you? I thought, you´d wait in my office!"
Connor glanced at his watch. "We have left more than an hour ago. Your profession is creepy, Doc. What have you found?"
"I have found no water in the lungs. That means, she died before she was thrown into the lake. She has no injuries that suggest abuse. I suspect she died from the wound in her stomach."
Connor gave the information to Lindsay. Normally he would now ask Doc Wingham if he and Lindsay should come over for a meeting, but he thought it was better not to do this: He didn´t want that Lindsay saw Hannah because he feared she might lose control again. So he thanked Doc Wingham. "There's something else," the doctor said, before he hung up, "Miles Leland was just here. I suppose he has been looking for you, so he will call you immediately. It's about: The Forensics found cigarette butts on the body location."
Lindsay noticed she became sick, while Connor told her that. She grabbed Connor's mobile phone and took it out of his hand. He couldn´t even do anything. "What brand is it?", she wanted to know. Her voice trembled.
"The brand is Winston."
"Winston," she repeated. They all knew what that meant. The smoker who watched their home at night, had been also at the crime scene of Hannah Dickinson. "And two cases became one", Connor muttered.
Lindsay nodded and they both were silent for a moment.
"There were tire tracks at the crime scene?", Lindsay asked and then turned her eyes on Connor.
"In the vicinity there is a car park and the lake is a popular fishing spot. So there are many tire tracks. It will take days to check everything.. "
They thanked Doc Wingham for the call and hung up. The phone rang again. Connor took the phone from his wife and answered the call. "Hello, Miles..."
After he had brought Lindsay into his office, Connor went to the pathology. He wanted to talk to Doc Wingham about the results. Apparently Doc Wingham was just about to go home in the evening, because he was wearing casual clothes instead of his blue gown and he reached for the sunglasses which lay on his desk.
"Hey Doc. Can I bother you for a moment? "
"If you don´t take long,", Jim replied, "Should I get dressed in my blue coat?"
"No. No. I just have a question... And I don´t like to ask", Connor began," And I didn´t even ask for it when my wife was there. But was Hannah Dickinson raped?"
"No," Doc Wingham said, "No matter who killed her, had an insane interest in her child." They still had no trace of the infant. Wingham told him that Hannah had apparently died of non-existent care of her wound in the abdomen.
He left and in the evening Connor also decided he would now go home. Before he picked up Lindsay in his office and they left the building together.
It was August and the sun was shining. Today was a very warm day again. Connor drove his car out of the garage and then along Weaverly Street.
"If you'd have to hide yourself, what would you do?", Connor asked suddenly, "Would you hide on the countryside where you only meet a few people or would you hide in the crowd of the city?"
"I think I would try to hide at the countryside and hope that no one sees me there," she admitted, "Why do you ask?"
"Haven´t you ever wondered where Carter Chapman was hiding since last December? Or where he hid the stolen car?", he had tried to make a list of places where he could hide if he were Carter Chapman and if Scotland Yard would look for him. He also had tasked some people from his team to investigate these places, but there was no trace of Carter Chapman.
After they reached their apartment, Connor disappeared upstairs to change clothes. Then he called Buddy, who was sleeping bored in his basket. "Buddy and I go for a little walk, okay?", Connor asked.
"Yes, all right," Lindsay called to him, "Are you back in half an hour?"
"I try," Connor answered and the door to the apartment slammed. Lindsay smiled because she could hear Buddy barking excitedly in the hallway of the apartment building. Then the noise was gone and she guessed Connor had left the house.
She reached for the phone to order a dinner for herself and Connor. The phone call with Bella Gina's Delivery Service took another minute. She was a regular customer at the restaurant and the supplier knew her address when she told her name. As long as she had to wait, she sat down on the couch and reached for a book, which she hadn´t read to the end. About five minutes later, the doorbell rang and she got up.
That the delivery service was so fast this time, was strange and out of habit she looked through the peephole. Her heart stopped for a moment, when she saw Carter Chapman at her door. She stepped back and was paralyzed when the doorbell rang again. And again.
Her hands began to tremble. Lindsay couldn´t breathe.
She remembered that Carter Chapman knew her address from the time when she and Connor had worked for Davy Ryan. He had then placed the rope with which Davy dancers had been strangled, in her apartment. She hadn´t believed he had the nerve to show up here.
The bell rang again. "I know you're home," a voice said, but Lindsay didn´t dare to move even a millimeter. She lost all sense of time and her heart stopped again when she heard a clicking noise. The door to her apartment opened and Connor and Buddy came in.
Lindsay was crying when she saw Connor and hugged him, sobbing. "What's going on?", Connor asked anxiously.
"He was here," Lindsay cried, "Chapman was here. He rang. I saw him through the peephole." She was upset. Carter Chapman hadn´t come closer in the last eight months. He was a killer and the killer wasn´t even two feet away from her.
"Why would he...?", Connor didn´t finish his question, when Lindsay silently shook her head. She knew the answer, but she had a sense of foreboding.
The next morning, Connor gathered his team at the open office before the murder board.
"Doc Wingham has completed the autopsy of Hannah Dickinson yesterday and Miles talked to the laboratory, we must now assume that Carter Chapman killed Hannah Dickinson," he informed and he told them now his theory with the cigarette butts on the crime scene and in the lot behind the house. Of course, this was all just a guess, but he wanted to pursue his suspicions. Connor didn´t think Carter Chapman´s appearance and disappearance of a woman from the neighborhood were coincidences. But they were still searching for a connection between Carter Chapman and Hannah and Max Dickinson.
"Chapman showed up in front of our apartment last night. He rang the bell", Lindsay told the team.
"Why would he do that?", one of her colleagues asked.
"He probably tried to intimidate us," Lindsay mused.
"Miles, what did you find out?", Connor wanted to know.
"We have now asked at some gas stations if anyone has seen a green Renault Twingo," Miles said, "But the gas station owners are serving so many customers every day that they can´t remember the vehicles and the drivers."
"Most gas stations are under video surveillance."
"There are hundreds of gas stations in the area. Watching the videos from the last eight months will take an eternity, " Miles complained.
"Ask for help at the Cybercrime department. Maybe they can speed up the sighting and expanding the radius: You´re also going to ask at gas stations in the outer city areas... There is something else: The baby of the Dickinson´s is still missing. Check hospitals, doctors' offices, baby drops and it might sound a bit antiquated, but also check the churches in the city. Maybe a baby has been exposed on a threshold of the church", he really didn´t believe it, "And even if it´s hard for us, we continue to search garbage cans and side streets... That's it for now." With these words, Connor sent them back to work. The group dismissed and most of the team members left the bullpen. Only Lindsay and Miles remained. They both sat on a desk, from which they had a good view on the murder- board.
"I've read through the Underwood File...", Miles suddenly said.
Lindsay was amazed. "Why are you sticking your nose into matters that don´t concern you?," she said curtly, "I know I made a mistake..."
"I´m sorry, okay," he reassured her and got up from the desk, "I ordered Philip Underwood ´s report from the forensic hospital and his death certificate... Underwood sat in a forensic hospital in Bedfordshire."
"I know... And?"
Miles went to the file cabinet where he kept the file. "The doctor wrote that Philip Underwood died of a stroke. He diagnosed this because Underwood previously had suffered minor strokes. But he has never been properly examined. I called the clinic and they told me on the phone that was usual... But there was an autopsy by a forensic pathologist named Lennox Cooper one day after the botched investigation by the prison doctor. "
"Yes, I know Doctor Cooper. He's a good guy."
"But he found no signs of a stroke," Miles said handed her Cooper´s autopsy report, "At the time of his death, Philip Underwood was a healthy man."
"What´s the cause of death?", Connor wanted to know.
Miles shrugged. "Doc Wingham says, someone could have given him a poison... An overdose of knockout drops led, according to Doc Wingham, to respiratory and these substances are only detectable in the blood for a few hours."
"But who gave him these drops?"
"I have a different theory," Miles went to the big board, which served them as a murder- board and wiped away Chapman's name with a cloth. "The man who died in prison years ago, isn´t Philip Underwood, but the real Carter Chapman."
"This means that the man we thought he´s Carter Chapman, is really Philip Underwood", Lindsay muttered. She was cold.
She remembered once again to what the man had said eight months ago to her and Connor on the bridge before he fell into the water.
So that was it. He had come to take revenge.
They picked up Doc Wingham in his office and showed him the murder- board where Miles had replaced the name Carter Chapman by Philip Underwood.
Connor asked the doctor if there was even the slightest possibility that Miles idea could make sense.
"Didn´t you say back then, Chapman and Underwood would have been identical twins?," Doc Wingham asked. He still remembered the meeting in Connor's office were they found out that Carter Chapman was the twin brother of the man whom Lindsay had innocently brought into prison 13 years ago.
"We might find out via antibody profile, which one of the two brothers is still alive," the doctor then suggested.
"But Carter Chapman's fingerprints were found on Natalie Brooks corpse eight months ago," Connor said.
"How he did THAT, I can´t explain," Jim Wingham then shook his head, "But it´s not sure that Carter Chapman is still alive. You said the man, who has recently observed you at night had smoked..." He found that Miles theory made perfect sense. And Miles had checked the jail report of Philip Underwood: A man of the security staff wrote he had received a visit from his twin brother Carter at the day of his death and Philip started a fight in the visiting room. The competent security man admitted to have made a mistake, because he had to go to the restroom so urgently, that he left Underwood and his brother Carter Chapman alone for a few minutes. Because in the institution was a shortage of staff, there was no one he could leave as a substitute supervision. When the guard came back from the toilet, the fight was in full swing and he and his colleges managed difficulty to bring the two adversaries apart. The guard wrote in his report that Underwood was pretty quiet after the fight and repeatedly lost consciousness. In the evening he then died of a stroke.
Miles guessed that Philip Underwood somehow managed to swap places with his brother during the fight. He also gave him some knockout drops. On the question of how Philip Underwood had come to this medication in prison, Miles had no answer, but he was sure the occupants of the forensic clinic were dealing with everything.
"I don´t know that Carter Chapman has ever smoked while he was in Davy´s presence " Lindsay muttered.
"And that he smokes now is, of course, not an indication that we aren´t dealing with the real Carter Chapman, but we should pursue this theory at least," Doc Wingham agreed, "As far as I know, Scotland Yard has launched an investigation on its Website. He could never buy cigarettes without being detected."
"Maybe he has someone who buys the cigarettes for him," Connor thought and Doc Wingham ran out of arguments, "In addition, Carter Chapman´s finger prints were found on Natalie Brooks corpse." When he was not mistaken, the fingerprint of monozygotic twins wasn´t identical.
"Maybe Philip Underwood has made an imprint of the fingerprints of his brother and then he made a glove", Doc Wingham suggested. He had heard of killers who implanted a tube with foreign blood in the arm, so a blood test couldn´t determine the correct DNS and of course he knew this procedure was extremely devious.
"Your idea won´t help us in this case, Doc. One of the twins is already dead..."
"But who?"
Lindsay got up from the chair where she had sat, "I´ll call Davy Ryan."
The pop star Davy Ryan was currently on a tour through the United Kingdom and he wasn´t very pleased to hear from her. Especially not, when Lindsay suddenly began to question him about the habits of his former manager. She wanted to know if he ever saw Carter Chapman smoking and Davy said no. She asked Davy some other things and she didn´t feel he was lying to her: Davy was still deeply saddened that his former manager was responsible for the murder of his girlfriend Natalie. That she had also extinguished two lives, was secondary for Davy. He still placed her on a pedestal.
Tired, Lindsay gave up and after the telephone conversation with Davy Ryan she went with Connor to Jim Wingham´s pathology. At the moment it was quiet in the basement of Scotland Yard: Today there were no dead Doc Wingham had to investigate, so he stayed in his office and signed autopsy reports and checked files.
Lindsay sighed as she sat down on the black couch. "Doc, what exactly is this antibody profile of which you have spoken today?", she asked then.
"As you may know, the DNA of identical twins, is… well, identical. But...", he paused, "People with the same DNS develop due to environmental influences different antibodies in their blood... If we aren´t dealing with Carter Chapman, as my guess is, we'd notice by seeing the antibody profile. "
"Assuming we get Carter Chapman's blood." Or on the blood of the man, of whom they thought he was Carter Chapman.
They were lucky: As it turned out, Carter Chapman (or the man whom they thought he was Carter Chapman) was a blood donor and they visited the Red Cross headquarter on the same day with a court order. They asked if there was a blood sample of Carter Chapman and the guidelines said that each donor had to give regular blood samples for testing.
That Chapman was a blood donor was almost noble Lindsay thought (and maybe a little careless) when she considered he might was a killer.
The Red Cross handed them Chapman's latest blood test and thanks to modern computer techniques Doc Wingham had completed the preparation of the antibody profile and he could present them the new result in the evening.
"He was vaccinated," Jim Wingham said and showed them his computer screen, "And that's pretty good for someone who only works in the event industry."
"What do you mean?"
"Carter Chapman was vaccinated against hepatitis, tuberculosis, encephalitis, diphtheria, Tetanus and against several other diseases in health care."
As he said this, Lindsay remembered that Philip Underwood had worked as a doctor before his arrest.
"He got all the boosters. And he has been vaccinated against yellow fever", Doc Wingham said," I also read the Philip Underwood- file. His wife back then admitted he had traveled to the Amazon region in Brazil in December of 1999. For this region, a yellow fever vaccination is required."
"1999", Lindsay muttered, "That was a few months before we have arrested him."
"Yes. The colleagues of the police did a blood test and have made an inventory, as I call it... That would mean Carter Chapman and Philip Underwood were both vaccinated against yellow fever. " Connor and Lindsay had visited the management agency, where Carter Chapman worked, while Wingham was busy with the preparation of the antibody profile. Chapmans boss admitted he worked for him sincce15 years, but Carter never visited yellow fever regions such as South America or Africa. Of course, Carter's boss didn´t know what his employee did in his spare time, but they had a good relationship. Carter's boss didn´t feel that he lied when they talked about their holiday travel. He also said that Carter was the best manager who ever worked for him and he never regretted that he had entrusted him to the pop star Davy Ryan. Not even after the murder. The head of the management agency didn´t admit, but he thought it was right that Carter had done everything to protect Davy. He was very sorry that Chapman was missing since last December. But the industry didn´t allow to grief for Carter Chapman and so he quickly found a replacement. His new protege Alice Weingarten now took care of Davy Ryan.
"I´m not done yet," Wingham continued, "I've read Carter Chapman was adopted after his birth by a couple from Glasgow and he grew up there. People, who live in this region of Scotland, often have allergies because of the bad industrial environment. The blood sample Carter Chapman, however, is perfectly fine."
"And Philip Underwood hasn´t grown up in Glasgow, but in London," recalled Lindsay.
Doc Wingham nodded. "So Miles' idea is true: The man, we're looking for isn´t Carter Chapman, it´s Philip Underwood. The real Carter Chapman was killed many years ago by his brother."
"And since he was able to escape unharmed from prison, there´s only one thing he wants: Revenge."
Today they remained at the office until late in the night. Lindsay sat in silence in front of the murder- board in the dark, large office. Miles's desk a lamp was switched on and he leafed through a folder. Miles had replaced the name Carter Chapman by the name of Philip Underwood on the murder- board hours before. Doc Wingham had confirmed their suspicion now and this definitively caused a strange feeling in her stomach. It was a mixture of the knowledge that Underwood was dangerous, unpredictable and debilitating anxiety.
She jumped up in fright when Miles coughed at his desk. After Philip Underwood stood in front of her apartment and had rung outrageous, Lindsay feared that the man might was lurking everywhere. Connor had told her she was safe within the Scotland Yard building, but when he told her this, she thought of his twin brother Carter Chapman and what he had done to him.
"I viewed Max Dickinson's resume," Miles said, getting up, "I had hoped I´m able to establish a connection between Dickinson and Philip Underwood, but there is no connection. Max Dickinson was an architect, Underwood was a doctor before he was imprisoned... Dickinson and his wife immigrated from the USA when Underwood was sitting in jail."
"Maybe the two visited the same college," Lindsay suggested.
"No," Miles shook his head, "The Dickinsons visited a college in America and met there, Underwood was at Kings College in London... There is no connection between them. I doubt they knew each other." Miles wanted to say the Dickinson had probably been the same wrong time, wrong place and therefore became a victim of Philip Underwood. But the two hadn´t died at the same time, so this theory broke into thin air.
"I can tell you what the connection is," Lindsay sighed, "The Dickinson´s lived just a few streets away from us. I tell you, Underwood is after me."
Connor walked into the office and of course he had heard what she had said. He already had the idea, too, but he didn´t want to tell her. Connor was afraid she might lose control. After what had happened the previous night outside her apartment door the chances weren´t bad that his suspicion was confirmed. He swore he would do everything to protect her.
"Shall we get the police?," asked Miles, "Do you feel safe when you are under protection?"
"That's not necessary. Connor is with me... "
"And I have a ready gun under the pillow," he added, although he didn´t actually store his gun under the pillow.
"Yes, and if necessary, I still have the electric shock device, what you've given me for our first anniversary," she rolled her eyes. Then she watched as Connor grabbed his jacket.
"It's late, we should go home," he suggested, "Miles, we'll see you tomorrow morning."
Miles nodded as they left the office.
Connor and Lindsay walked to the garage where their car was parked. When the car stopped at a red light, Lindsay asked if there were already news about the Dickinson- baby. She knew he didn´t tell her about his.
"I have instructed Ruby Sanders to convict the Dickinsons to the United States. She has a psychological training and may the families need help, "Connor replied instead.
"I didn´t ask you about Hannah and Max... I want to know if the baby has been found."
Connor gulped and watched the red light. "No."
"Damn," Lindsay leaned back, "The longer a child is missing, the less chance is that it will found alive. Moreover, a little baby... Who knows if the baby is still alive." She remembered what Doc Wingham had said during the autopsy of Hannah Dickinson. Wingham had said that the wound on Hannah's belly looked like a caesarean section. Wingham assumed the killer had known what he was doing (apart from the poor sanitary conditions and lack of medical care afterwards).
"Before Philip Underwood was arrested, he was a doctor," Lindsay recalled to her husband, "Do you know what his specialty was?"
"No," Connor shook his head and continued driving, because the red lights had become green.
"Miles could know," she murmured, "He has read his file." She then asked him if he'd mind when she called Miles and he shook his head. So she grabbed her cell phone, looking for Miles' number in the contacts and asked him if he could still remember Philip Underwood's discipline.
"You won´t like it," Miles said, "But he was set as a doctor of obstetrics before his arrest."
Lindsay thanked him, hung up and took a moment. "He did it," she told Connor then, "I think he killed Hannah and Max... But it was actually meant for me... us..."
"Don´t say that," Connor objected. She started crying and luckily they had reached the house in which they lived. Connor helped her out and took her to her apartment. Buddy was like always excited when they came home.
"I should be in Hannah's place," she howled, while Connor helped her to sit on the couch, "She was innocent. She had nothing to do with this whole thing." She also should have expected that Carter Chapman (or Philip Underwood) would reappear after the dive teams hadn´t found him last December when he was plunged into the river. Connor had shot him, but Underwood was a doctor. He probably didn´t need anyone who took care of his gunshot wound back then.
"This is my fault," Lindsay cried, "I made a mistake and Hannah had to pay for it."
Connor sat down beside her and held her tight. He swayed her gently back and forth until she had calmed down a bit and he could leave her alone for a moment. Before he went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, he told her to lie down and get some rest. "Don´t you have to leave?," she reminded him then, "Buddy must do his business."
"I won´t leave you alone," he promised her as he sat down next to her, "Come with us."
"Now? No", she shook her head," My feet hurt and I have back pain. And your son kicks me the whole day long." She put a hand on her stomach. "Maybe Miles' idea about personal protection isn´t so bad. We both could need a little rest..."
"Does that mean I should call him?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Call him. He will send two people."
"All right," he rolled his eyes, called Miles and then apologized by phone because they already bothered him for the second time. But Miles didn´t mind. He promised he would send them instantly two people from the personal protection department. It took less than twenty minutes, when a black car stopped in the parking lot behind the house, which Connor and Lindsay could see from their terrace. The driver of the car let the beams light up briefly and once long, then the lights went out. On the driver side, the door opened and a man got out. Connor waved and he waved back.
"I think I´ll be fine in the next five minutes," Lindsay said to Connor, when they entered their apartment. Buddy sat waiting at the front door and stared at his leash again.
"All right," Connor gave in, "But only five minutes." He grabbed Buddy's collar and fastened it on a leash. Then he left the apartment with the dog for a short walk. Lindsay stayed behind. She sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and flipped through the channels randomly.
After a while Lindsay had found an episode of Hawaii Five-O, and while she watched the events of the crime series for a while, she noticed two consecutive loud noises. Worried she got up from the couch and ran as fast as her aching feet allowed, to the window. The car in which the two men of the passenger protection department sat, was still standing at the parking lot. A few meters from the car park there was a bus stop where a bus just gathered up some passengers. The light inside the bus turned off and on again. Lindsay suspected the driver had problems. She again heard a loud noise and the lights in the bus she turned off completely. "A misfire" she thought calmed down, took a step back from the window and sat down on the couch.
Just as the characters in the show found a suspect, the power switched off in the apartment.
For a moment she recognized the fear that Philip Underwood was may lurking for her in the dark. Then she decided to get up again and look for her flashlight. She found the flashlight in the kitchen and walked to the fuse box, which was right next to her apartment door. All fuses were intact.
She started when there was a knock at the door. "Lindsay," a familiar voice said. It was too dark outside in the hallway to look through the peephole but she heard Connor's voice so she opened the door.
The hall light switched on again and Connor was standing in front of her. There was a strange expression in his eyes. Finally, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. A knife stuck in his back and blood flowed from the wound.
Philip Underwood stood behind Connor and watched her with a sardonic grin.
Lindsay woke up from her dream horrified and clung to the remote control, which she had placed on her chest. She looked at the clock. Connor was ten minutes away and she must have fallen asleep. In the background, the TV was still running.
Breathless, she sat up on the couch when she heard two loud noises.
Her whole body was on high alert. This time she really got up from the couch and ran to the window. Like in her dream the car of the two men from the personal protection department was parked at the lot behind her house and the bus was waiting for the passengers. The light inside the bus turned off and log on again. As well as in her dream, she heard a loud noise again and the bus remained dark. The driver really had problems with the vehicle.
"It really is a misfire," she said to herself
In her dream there was also a power outage in her home but this didn´t happen.
Lindsay wanted to return to the couch and as she turned away from the window, she noticed a figure that now stood in front of the television. Suddenly she was freezing cold and her legs threatened to give in.
As in her dream, Philip Underwood grinned at her. In one hand he held a pistol and in the other the wrench, with whom he had broken her door.
To be continued...