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The interrogation room was empty and still. A man was sitting in silence. A bandage covered his shoulder: where the dark-haired agent had shot him. Pain continued to nag him but he tried his best to ignore it. Arms crossed, he looked straight ahead. He knew that agents were standing on the other side on the two ways mirror.
In his head, the events of the last hours played in loop. He still felt Dani's warm body jerking when the sharp knife penetrated her skin. He could still hear the agents' plea trying to revive Dani's body. A smile of victory emerged on his thin lips. He lowered his head to hide his satisfaction. He heard muffle sounds through the wooden door. He lifted up his chin at the moment the knob cringed.
In silence two women made their entry: a petite blonde with curvy hair and big green eyes. Her chin was stubborn and she stood quietly. Her gaze was calm and determined. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. His attention switched to the other agent: a taller woman with long blonde hair, frank and steady hazel eyes. Her face showed her tenacity. She sat and Tara leaned against the wall. Both of them maintained a silence. Sue had decided to let Levi with Lucy. She didn't want to allow him to see what he would considerate as weaknesses.
Spencer looked at the agents and decided to play their game: he uncrossed his arms and sighed loudly. He started to drum the wooden surface with his long fingers. He followed carefully every move that the agents were doing. He observed the tall blonde agent placed a file on the table and opened it slowly. He peeked at it. He could distinguish Daniella's body on some and that blond agent fiancé of hers and then, the others girls' bodies. He winced.
It didn't escape the agents' watchful eyes. He didn't feel guilty. They were used to get to Dani. She wanted to shake him up of her life. She wanted to live her life without him. He didn't accept it. He made himself clear when he spoke with her.
It was a windy and cold November: He had called Daniella for a coffee. His grandmother was hospitalized and needed her presence. It could hear some reluctance in her voice to see him. He observed that she was trying to put some distance between each other. Since that blond and snobby guy entered her life, everything went from bad to worst. She was so happy to see him when they bumped in each other in Portugal. They kept in touch through emails but since he is back in Boston, he knew that he got the second place. That Myles clouded his long-lasting goal: Dani was his. She had been the only one that was able to approach him. He allowed her to be close and in return, she betrayed him!
She entered the coffee shop: a rain coat wrapped her petite and slim body. Her curls bounced around her neck. She smiled nervously to him and ordered a latté. She kissed him on his cheek and he had been tempted to turn to receive her lips but didn't do it.
"Alone aren't you?", he said and she replied with a frown.
"Yes…you know that Myles is working in Providence", she said with a cold tone. He smirked and shook his hand.
"And a long distance relationship is working for you?", he said ironically. She decided not to reply and asked what he wanted. Still, he ranted about Myles. She replied coldly but he could see that her façade was shattering.
He realized that she was in love with Myles that evening. He saw how she was twirling her engagement ring. The little gesture of affection ticked him off. He wrapped himself in a chilly silence. She warned him that she didn't have much time and left the café. He followed her in the street and grabbed her arm. She turned swiftly and dared at him. Her words were harsh and cold. At that moment, he lost it. Clasping violently on her arms, he pushed her against the brick wall. Covered by the shadow of the absent moon night, he struck her with one hand. A sound of protestation echoed in his mind and he had an effect of a cold shower.
Her green eyes were filled with tears, fear and anger: at that instant, their relationship had been broken. Still, he didn't seek for her forgiveness; instead, he desired to control her. In order to do, he had to distill fear and destroy her confidence.
In spite of this, she pushed him away and told him, with a shaky voice, to let her go. He did…thinking she couldn't cut him from her life. He was using her compassionate and sweet heart against herself. However, he misjudged her: she went to see her fiancé and within the next days, she cut all ties by throwing a restraining order.
He had been enraged and since then, he calculated his revenge. None should share her: she was his!!
His attention came back to the agents when he detected some movements. The tall agent placed the pictures of his first victims: he couldn't remember the names, only their fear and cries. He observed with perplexity the steadiness and the self-control of the agents.
He remembered how his silence disturbed the two male agents few hours earlier but these two were different. They didn't seem impressed by him. He frowned.
Sue lined up the pictures: Daniella, eight years ago, the young Canadian victim, Sandy Mills, Victoria, Caroline, Genevieve, Helena, Myles and finally, she placed a picture upside down so he could not see who it was.
He didn't move nor said a word. He lifted up his chin and waited for them. However, Sue and Tara were not in a hurry. Sue backed up a bit, crossed her legs and laid her hands on her knee. She didn't lower her gaze and waited. Tara leaned against the wall and stayed immobile.
Spencer looked discreetly at the pictures and he pulled a wry face at the sight of Sandy Mill's freckled visage. He had to admit that she had been a stupid mistake. Furthermore, that error bit him back.
His grimace didn't escape the three male agents watching on the other side of the two- ways mirror.
"It seems that the girls are better than us at the silence game" whispered the Aussie dryly. Jack didn't reply but smiled proudly. He could see Spencer's façade crackling. However, he knew it would be a lengthy game.
Minutes elapsed slowly and none moved. Beads of sweat formed on the nape of his neck and ran down along his back. Tara observed discreetly darker spots taking shape on his grey shirt. After another moment, Spencer moved and took a glass of water. The handcuffs did a jangle sound against the glassy recipient. He placed back the glass of water after taking a sip and crossed his fingers.
Their silence was getting on his nerve. He sensed that he was losing control of the situation. He squirmed on his chair and pulled on his ear lobe. Myles told Tara that it was one of his nervous twitches. He was becoming weaker but Tara and Sue waited before to go further. Tara switched position but stayed up. She approached her friend and took position slantwise to her. Sue uncrossed her legs but let her hand on her knees.
Spencer's regard traveled from the pictures to the agents to the mirror back to the pictures. His gaze became troubled. His mocha eyes were nervous and he couldn't stay steady. Again, he pulled on his ear lobe and sighed. A faint smile stirred on his thin lips and he plunged his gaze into the hazel one.
He flinched at the sight of Sue's eyes: fearless, determined and patient. It was not supposed to be that way! He transferred his focus to the petite agent: her green eyes showed the same. His smile disappeared and his face-hardened under his frustration.
Suddenly, Sue slid one picture forwarded and he faced Daniella's beaten body. He lifted an eyebrow up, questioning silently the blonde agent.
"You missed it", she said matter-of-factly. She didn't say anything else. Spencer crossed his arms and frowned furiously. Yes, he knew that Daniella survived at that time. No need to twist the knife in the wound!
An arrogant smile replaced his pout as the thought he succeeded finally.
Sue turned the picture faced down and then, motioned Sandy's picture under his nose. An apparent disgust showed on his features. He pulled again his ear lobe and he winced of pain.
Tara came forward and placed her finger on Sandy's picture. She emphasized her sly smile; for him, it was like that girl was mocking him.
"With this one, you had more success", said Tara, evenly. Again, nothing else exited her mouth.
"You said I did it.", came his sharp reply. In return, both of the agents shrugged. Tara let the picture nagging him. Sandy's eyes twinkled and seemed to challenge him. His body tensed up and again, his hand reached for his ear lobe. His throat dried out and he swallowed with difficulty. He never felt guilty but he couldn't fight back this feeling: a sharp blanket of discomfort covered his shoulders. He slightly slumped. He had to admit that he had been sluggish with this one. An error that cost him a lot and still today…
"Your fingerprints matched your Canadian criminal record and as you probably know, fingerprints are unique even if you change your name", explained Tara with a cold tone. He didn't try to fight back. It was a waste of energy. He kept his mouth shut and he shrugged, defeated. Sue turned down Sandy's picture and his focus switched to the other girls. However, neither Sue nor Tara moved.
He frowned, confused but he remained silent. He had the impression that he became the mouse between two patient and methodical cats. Showing more and more nervousness, he scratched his head vigorously. He had to admit that he was in big trouble. They had discovered that he killed that Canadian girl; he was a fugitive and now, they were trying to put more murders on his back.
He straightened his back and raked his hair. His fine hair slid through his fingers and fall softly on his cheeks. His eyes turned to the last picture that was upside down. He was curious.
"She was yours, doesn't she?" asked suddenly Tara. She took a chair and sat and ensured discreetly that Sue could read her lips. He licked his dry lips and he refused to answer. They knew well the reply.
"Why?" questioned Sue without any emotion in her voice. Her gaze didn't flinch. "Did she say so?", she continued to ask. However, puzzled by her fearless gaze, Spencer didn't quite understand her question. Again, he remained silent.
Tara played with Sandy's pictures: twirling the snapshot between her slender fingers, she kept staring at him, bold. Spencer cracked his knuckles and his neck. He hated them. He was losing control of this situation. He didn't care if he was going down for Dani's murder: at the end, she belonged to him. That thought brought confidence to his heart. In spite of it, he lost his aplomb. Sue and Tara continued to glare at him.
"You didn't my answer my question?", spat Tara coldly. Spencer shook his head and his regard became evasive.
"What question?" was his reply. He placed his handcuffed wrists on the table. Tara slid Sandy's picture under his nose.
"Was she yours?", referring to his second victim.
"No!", came his ulcerate reaction. "She was a mistake!" he said and realized too late that he confessed. He maintained since the beginning that he never killed that Sandy but the investigation proved otherwise.
Anger swirled in his heart: they were playing with him. Breathing slowly, he tried to calm his heartbeat. Pearls of sweat continued their slide along his spine. He bit his lips. Jack, Bobby and Demetrius could observe his nervousness to their own relief.
Then, Tara slid Dani's snapshot from years ago.
"Was she a mistake too?", she asked with a harsh tone. Spencer frowned. He didn't quite understand. "What does she mean by mistake?", he thought, upset. His palms were sweaty and he scrubbed them on his jean. The thick material absorbed the perspiration but the uneasy feeling stayed.
In a sudden movement, Sue took the DC's victims pictures and placed them carefully in order of disappearance. She tapped gently on Helena's nose.
"This one was a mistake, was she?", said Sue quietly. Puzzled, he lifted an eyebrow. He licked his dry lips and reached for the glass on water. He hated them. He was confused. He was losing control…like he lost control of this one. But how they knew?
"She fought back and scratched you. You see, before we entered this room, the lab came back to us: they found your DNA under her fingernails. Was it the reason that you dumped her sooner than the other?" said Tara evenly but her tone icy.
Again, he turned away his gaze. His lips tightened. His eyes darkened and anger rumbled in his chest. He was nailed…but only for this one. They had nothing for the others.
"Maybe", was his only answer.
"They didn't fight back?" said Sue referring to his first victims. In only response, he shrugged. On the corner of her eyes, Sue saw Tara rolling her eyes. Sue didn't hide her smile.
That motion ulcerated Spencer. He felt mocked and that just upset him. She had no right to overpower him like that. He crossed his fingers and uncrossed them in a frantic movement. He waited for another round of questions but silence filled the room. He lifted his gaze and met the hazel one: he followed her gaze to the last picture. She was playing with it but didn't show it to him, yet. Instead, she moved forward Myles's hospital picture.
"You didn't want to kill him, right?", asked Sue matter-of-factly. He let his eyes wandered on this picture. He savored his triumph. Again, he won against him. He will have to live without her.
"You know, it's his entire fault" said Spencer, chuckling a bit.
"About what?", asked Tara, frowning.
"This is fault that these girls are dead.", he said.
"He didn't kill them", said Sue evenly even if she was a bit perplex. However, she refused to let it show.
His only reply was a shrug and an arrogant smile that disappear at the fearless gaze of the two females agents. The petite one stared at him and maybe, for the first time in his life, he felt ashamed. He didn't like that sentiment. He pulled on his ear lobe and again.
"He didn't kill them, you did", said Tara. He decided not to reply to it. Still, he was uncomfortable. He felt trapped: she won't let him go until she got what she desired. He frowned, frustrated. They looked so stubborn.
He scrubbed his hands against his pant and hid them on the wooden table. His glass of water was empty and didn't date to ask for more. He tried to swallow but strangled. He coughed loudly. The taller agent took a pitcher of water and filled his glass. He thought that they would let him miserable. Confused, he looked at their determined face.
Again, the two women played with the pictures. The DC's victims swirled and mingled with the one of Daniella. The same green eyes haunted him.
"We know how you picked them", said Tara with a low voice. "You had been lousy with your name, Marc Sims" she said, facing him. He blemished. Colors from his cheeks were pulled away and his lips tightened until it became only a line.
"You see, Marc, when we found your original birth certificate, your name really sounded familiar. Oh! Did you know that we had the list of everyone who participated at the forum organized in part by Daniella. So I went back and verified all the names, on-by-one and in all the college where the forum held, the same name came back: Marc Sims, medical student. You've made a mistake", said Tara with a cold tone.
He remained silent but in his soul, anger swirled and knocked hard. Bedazzled, he scuffed his chin. "How could had been so careless? Did vengeance blind him that much?", he mused. Vengeance sustained him for years. Blood battered his ears and all the sounds of the room mingled: his own breathing mixed with the frenzy of his heartbeat, the scraping noise of the chairs against the polish floor. All those noise irritated his nerves. Again, his gaze wandered to the hidden picture. It taunted him. It nagged him. Sue and Tara followed his regard.
Softly, Sue laid her fingers on the picture. She watched carefully all the different emotions appearing on his features: anger distorted his mouth, fear played hide-and-seek in his mocha eyes, his nostrils widened under his nervousness. He was losing control and in the same matter, control of his lies. Sue moved forward the picture without to show it.
"Marc, you picked those girls because of the resemblance they shared with Daniella: same green eyes, brown hair, enigmatic and hypnotic smile and warm personality" explained Sue. His mocha eyes darkened. "You chose them because you wanted to demonstrate to Daniella that you were in control! Marc, am I right?", asked Sue
He clenched his fists. The sound on his name upset him. He never liked it. And the way she pronunciation that name, the agent just brought more confusion in his heart.
"My name is not Marc. And these girls meant nothing. They were only used to get to Daniella."he said, losing his cool. His fists clenched in spasm. His knuckles crackled under the pressure. His shoulders cramped under the stress. In a motion to grab the glass, he knocked it down and water splashed on the table. Droplets fall on floor but none moved.
"Meant nothing? Daniella was your goal was it?", said Sue. She didn't wait for a reply.
"But yet again, you failed", dropped Sue and await for a reaction. It didn't take long.
He rose up on his feet. He hunched his back and he dared at the agents.
"I succeeded!", he growled. His chin was trembling and he pulled hard on his earlobe. At that moment, Sue turned the picture. Daniella was lying on her hospital bed. Her dark hair contrasted against the white on the pillows. The date of the picture showed yesterday.
Stunned, Marc Spencer's eyes traveled from that picture to the triumphant smile of the agents.
"No!", he hissed in dismay. He shook his head and fear filled his eyes. Suddenly, a rage enveloped his soul. With his two fists, he punched the table. Sue and Tara jolted. Sue crossed her hands behind her back. On the other side of the mirror, Jack and Bobby prepared to exit the room to give a hand. Demetrius stopped them. He pointed at Sue's fingers.
"WE CONTROL SITUATION", she signed. Jack frowned but obeyed. Bobby hesitated but D. convinced him.
"You failed Marc.", said Tara. Sue slid Myles's picture beside Dani's snapshot and tapped with a finger.
"He won", she said coldly. He foamed with rage. If it wasn't of the table…No, he knew these girls were not alone. And they knew that he knew. Anger and defeat whipped his soul. He looked at the agents. They didn't fear him. Again, his gaze was drawn to Dani and Myles' pictures. Tears stung his eyes. He munched on his bottom lips and he pulled on his earlobe. A heavy blanket of dreadful feeling fall his shoulders: yes, indeed, he failed. Vengeance had left a bitter after-taste in his mouth. He closed his eyes and sat slowly on his chair. Silence was master in the room.
Neither Sue nor Tara moved. They waited patiently. He opened his eyes.
"I want a lawyer", he whispered slowly and he crossed his arms. Sue and Tara nodded. He was ready to confess. Tara laid a pad of paper and a pen on the table.
"Start writing", she commanded and both of the girls exited the room. He watched them leave. He looked at the paper. A heavy sigh escaped his thin lips. He grabbed the pen and with his bold writing, he started to explain.
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