Out in the hall, Cummings watched Faulkner get off the phone and quietly whisper something to Detective Reid. Reid nodded his head, gestured at Faulkner, and the two of them came back to where Cummings was standing.

"All right, go on in there," Reid said to Faulkner, pointing to the interrogation room. "We'll talk to your guy and then came back to you."

Faulkner bit his lip and walked back into the room. The two cops watched as the young man sat down at the table, wrapping his arms around himself.

"So, do you think Faulkner did it, Reid?" Cummings muttered to his partner.

"Nope," Reid said. "You saw the guy's reaction when we played the victim's tape. He was scared." "Uh-huh," Cummings said, watching Adam carefully. Inwardly, he rolled his eyes at Reid's naivety. He had only been on the force for about a year., and had only been assigned to the Jigsaw case recently.

"Do you think he did it?" Reid asked, perplexed.

"I don't know," Cummings said, strained. "I mean, his DNA's on the victim's body, he moves to another town at the same time she's killed. What am I supposed to think? Or at least suspect?"

"We won't know much else until this alibi of his gets here," Reid said.

"Yeah," Cummings said. "Until then, we don't have any other-"

He suddenly broke off, frowning as though he remembered something.
"Will?" asked Reid.

"Faulkner said something at the morgue, when he saw the victim," Cummings said. "He said something about 'the old fucker being dead.'"

"He knows who Jigsaw is? I mean, the guy's identity?"

"He just said it was wishful thinking on his part when I asked him about it,"

"Huh,"

Just then, the two detectives heard a commotion from the front of the station. They hurried to the front desk and saw a blonde man, his back to Cummings, questioning the cop at the front desk.

"What the hell's going on? Are they pressing charges?"

"Sir, calm down, I'm not sure what's happening, just wait-"

"Look, I just got a call from him saying he was here at the station, and that you were suspecting he did something to his ex, and-"

"Excuse me, sir?" Cummings broke in. "Can I help you?"

The man quickly turned around.

Cummings gaped at the visitor when he realized who it was.

"Dr. Gordon?"

He knew Dr. Gordon mainly through reputation, but also personally. He was one of the best oncologists in the city, and had even treated Cummings's father during his own bout with cancer. Thanks to him, William Cummings, Sr., had beaten his cancer and was looking forward to his grandchildren and retirement.

Dr. Gordon had also been a former suspect in the Jigsaw case, and was eventually cleared when he was discovered in the same trap Faulkner had escaped.

"Yeah," Lawrence said. "I got a call from Adam Faulkner, saying he was here and-"

"You're Faulkner's alibi?"

"Yeah," Lawrence said, going up to Cummings. "What's going on? I heard something about his ex-girlfriend, that something had happened to her. Have you charged Adam on anything or-"

"Whoa, calm down," Cummings said. "Dr, Gordon, let's go into the back, we've got some questions for you."