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Original Sin
- Part Fifteen
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Cody looked up at Frank. "You want me to do what?"
"You heard me." Frank sighed. "Run a full check on Kennedi for the day before, the day of, and the day after the heist. I want to verify that she was nowhere near Detroit that day."
"Sure thing. Hey, before you go." Cody spun around in his chair. "Alex and Jake requested to put surveillance up in the Museum on the chance that the thief would come back for the jewels like Miss Johnson theorized."
"Do it. Set it up so that they can watch through the security control room at the Museum. If you need me, I'll be in my own room. Let me know when you've got that check run, please Cody?"
"Will do Boss." He waited until Frank had left before turning to Monica. "Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"He called me Cody, said please! Oh God someone check my heartbeat to make sure I haven't died and gone to hell!"
"Those doctors haven't finished working on you yet, have they?"
"Probably not."
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Frank dropped backward onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Alex's suspicions were beginning to nag at him. What if she was right and Kennedi was the thief? NO! his mind shouted at him. She'd promised him that life was over. She wouldn't go back on her promises...
Across the hall in her own room, Kennedi was on her cell phone.
"You what?"
"You heard me. I'm running out of time."
"But, Miss Johnson. Is that wise?"
"I don't have a choice Aaron. Agent Cross seems to think I'm the thief. I got to finish it and get out of here before they find those jewels."
"Be careful my dear. Your child is waiting for his mother you know."
"I know Aaron. If.... If something should happen..."
"I know. I promise I will take care of everything. Now go, finish it up and tell Frank about everything as soon as you can." He hung up and left Keni to her thoughts. A knock at the door startled her, jolting her off the bed and to the door.
"Room Service."
With a sigh of relief, Keni opened the door and took the bottle and two wineglasses from the man. She hated to do this, but she knew she had no choice. She slid her shoes off and picked up her cardkey...
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Cody's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Just what is he looking for Monica? I'm not finding anything at all. The credit card information puts her in both Denver and Detroit."
"What?!" Monica left the report she was reading over and looked over Cody's shoulder. "How can she be in both places at once?"
"Easy. She gets someone she trusts to use her cards in Denver while she's here lifting the jewels."
"Oh Cody, you don't really think she's the thief, do you?"
"Alex seems to think so... that's why she wanted the surveillance on the museum."
"Cody, what about the airplane manifests for that day out of Denver or into Detroit?"
"Checked them already from every departure into Detroit for the day before, the day of and the day after. No Kennedi Johnson. Not even a K. Johnson. On the off chance she snuck in under the radar, I checked all arrivals into Detroit and nothing. If she was here, she had to use an alias to book the tickets."
"No good Cody. She'd have to show identification for boarding. With the 9-11 security restrictions, major airlines require proof of identity."
Cody spun around in his chair and looked at Monica. "Do you smell a cover-up here? Because I'm not getting good feelings on this at all."
"Cody, the only way she'd be able to get into Detroit is by driving or false identity. And if that's the case, if she used an alias, then she's a lot slicker than we gave her credit for in the beginning."
Cody turned back around and scanned the manifests for any flights out of Detroit the day of and the day after the heist. "Yeah. And Frank's in for a rude awakening."
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Across the hall back in Frank's room, a soft knock echoed through the room. Frank at first didn't hear it. He'd had his eyes closed and was in a sort of sleep mode. When the knock echoed again, his eyes rolled open slowly. Groaning, he pushed himself off of the bed and pushed the thoughts of Kennedi out of his mind. It was probably Cody with that information.
But as he opened the door, he found his wife standing there in the pair of soft gray slacks and pearl white silk blouse she'd been wearing today at the Museum. Her shoes were missing and her hands held the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon along with two wineglasses.
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Original Sin
- Part Fifteen
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Cody looked up at Frank. "You want me to do what?"
"You heard me." Frank sighed. "Run a full check on Kennedi for the day before, the day of, and the day after the heist. I want to verify that she was nowhere near Detroit that day."
"Sure thing. Hey, before you go." Cody spun around in his chair. "Alex and Jake requested to put surveillance up in the Museum on the chance that the thief would come back for the jewels like Miss Johnson theorized."
"Do it. Set it up so that they can watch through the security control room at the Museum. If you need me, I'll be in my own room. Let me know when you've got that check run, please Cody?"
"Will do Boss." He waited until Frank had left before turning to Monica. "Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"He called me Cody, said please! Oh God someone check my heartbeat to make sure I haven't died and gone to hell!"
"Those doctors haven't finished working on you yet, have they?"
"Probably not."
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Frank dropped backward onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Alex's suspicions were beginning to nag at him. What if she was right and Kennedi was the thief? NO! his mind shouted at him. She'd promised him that life was over. She wouldn't go back on her promises...
Across the hall in her own room, Kennedi was on her cell phone.
"You what?"
"You heard me. I'm running out of time."
"But, Miss Johnson. Is that wise?"
"I don't have a choice Aaron. Agent Cross seems to think I'm the thief. I got to finish it and get out of here before they find those jewels."
"Be careful my dear. Your child is waiting for his mother you know."
"I know Aaron. If.... If something should happen..."
"I know. I promise I will take care of everything. Now go, finish it up and tell Frank about everything as soon as you can." He hung up and left Keni to her thoughts. A knock at the door startled her, jolting her off the bed and to the door.
"Room Service."
With a sigh of relief, Keni opened the door and took the bottle and two wineglasses from the man. She hated to do this, but she knew she had no choice. She slid her shoes off and picked up her cardkey...
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Cody's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Just what is he looking for Monica? I'm not finding anything at all. The credit card information puts her in both Denver and Detroit."
"What?!" Monica left the report she was reading over and looked over Cody's shoulder. "How can she be in both places at once?"
"Easy. She gets someone she trusts to use her cards in Denver while she's here lifting the jewels."
"Oh Cody, you don't really think she's the thief, do you?"
"Alex seems to think so... that's why she wanted the surveillance on the museum."
"Cody, what about the airplane manifests for that day out of Denver or into Detroit?"
"Checked them already from every departure into Detroit for the day before, the day of and the day after. No Kennedi Johnson. Not even a K. Johnson. On the off chance she snuck in under the radar, I checked all arrivals into Detroit and nothing. If she was here, she had to use an alias to book the tickets."
"No good Cody. She'd have to show identification for boarding. With the 9-11 security restrictions, major airlines require proof of identity."
Cody spun around in his chair and looked at Monica. "Do you smell a cover-up here? Because I'm not getting good feelings on this at all."
"Cody, the only way she'd be able to get into Detroit is by driving or false identity. And if that's the case, if she used an alias, then she's a lot slicker than we gave her credit for in the beginning."
Cody turned back around and scanned the manifests for any flights out of Detroit the day of and the day after the heist. "Yeah. And Frank's in for a rude awakening."
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Across the hall back in Frank's room, a soft knock echoed through the room. Frank at first didn't hear it. He'd had his eyes closed and was in a sort of sleep mode. When the knock echoed again, his eyes rolled open slowly. Groaning, he pushed himself off of the bed and pushed the thoughts of Kennedi out of his mind. It was probably Cody with that information.
But as he opened the door, he found his wife standing there in the pair of soft gray slacks and pearl white silk blouse she'd been wearing today at the Museum. Her shoes were missing and her hands held the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon along with two wineglasses.
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