Two months later
He parked his rental car a few blocks over and walked over to the house. He walked around to the back of the house, trying to find the least visible way in. He walked past the swing set and headed towards the patio. He scanned to see if any of the windows were left open. He was about to break a window when he heard a car pull into the driveway.
Slowly he made his way to the side of the house to see who it was. He saw a middle-aged woman step out of the car. She was a Realtor. He smiled to himself and walked over to greet her.
The Realtor looked up when she heard footsteps on the walkway. "Mr. Messina?" she asked. He nodded his headed as he continued to walk up towards her. "Mrs. Donaldson. Let's go look at the house."
He followed her into the house. "Where are the owners right now?" he asked.
"Oh, the poor dear," the Realtor started to say, "she moved away with family after the funeral of her stepbrother. He was killed right in front of her."
"How unfortunate." he drawled.
"Well, let me tell you about the house. It has three bedrooms, spacious kitchen, family room and living room. Two bathrooms. A lovely yard with a swing set for children."
He walked into one of the bedrooms as she continued to talk. He examined the room carefully. Now, where would it be, he thought. As he walked through the room the floorboards moved. He bent down to try and find away to bring the boards up.
"When did you say your wife and children will be coming?" the realtor smiled walking into the room, "What are you doing?"
"I never said I was married," he smiled walking towards the realtor. He cornered her against the wall and leered at her. "And I don't need problems from you. Now, you will tell me where the owner went."
Chicago
Donovan was looking over previous case files when his phone rang. "Donovan. When?" he asked, "I'll be there as soon as I can." Donovan grabbed his bag and headed down the stairs.
"Everything okay?" Alex asked.
"I have to go to Virginia." he replied.
"Problem selling the house?" Alex asked, "Morgan mentioned it."
"The realtor was killed and the house trashed." Donovan replied.
"Think it has something to do with your cousin's murder?" Jake asked.
"Agent Hillard was not my cousin," Donovan stated, "but the local police think it might. Alex, have Nicole stay with Morgan and keep an eye on them. Cody, you and Monica find out everything about Robert Hillard's cases and try to do a profile on him and who could've killed him. Jake, grab your bag, you're going for a ride."
"And what shall I tell Morgan?" Alex smiled.
"Tell her I'll call her later and not to play detective." he said walking out the door.
Alexandria, Virginia
He watched them pull up to the house. Yellow police tape was in front of the house as well as two police cars. He watched them get out of the car and show their ID's to the local cops. He sat across the street from them. He smiled knowing they couldn't see him, but he could see them. He pointed the camera with the telephoto lens back in their direction and snapped more pictures. Soon, he thought, soon he'll retrieve his property.
"Agent Donovan, I'm Detective Cohen. Thank you for coming here as quickly as you can."
"Detective, this is Agent Shaw." Donovan introduced, "what can you tell me?"
Jake and Donovan followed the Detective into the house. The living room and the kitchen were the only rooms that weren't destroyed. In the hallway towards the bedrooms they saw the outline of the body.
"We figure who ever did this told the realtor they were there to look at the house. Mr. Messina, who was to look at the house, found the front door open. He came in and found her in the hallway." Detective Cohen explained.
"How did she die?" Jake asked.
"Broken neck." he replied, "All the floor boards were taken up and walls were broken into."
"What makes you think this has anything to do with Agent Hillard's murder?" Donovan asked.
"Well, Robert was known to have a little temper and some minor disagreements with some locals in the car whenever he came home to visit." Detective Cohen said.
"Where there any reports about these disagreements?" Jake asked.
"Ah, no," the Detective admitted a little embarrassed, "they were handled off the record."
"So Agent Hillard wouldn't be at risk to lose his job." Donovan added, "I want to talk to all officers that were involved."
Two days later
Jake looked over the files they brought back with them from Virginia and shook his head. "Looks like your cousin had a mighty bad temper." Jake commented.
"Agent Hillard was never my cousin." Donovan stated pulling onto the street towards his house.
"But Nicole said you were cousins." Jake stated, a little confused.
"Nicole is my cousin. Robert was her stepbrother. His mother married her father." Donovan explained, "How do you know this?"
"I've had coffee with her a few times." Jake replied a little nervous.
"Stay away from her Jake." Donovan growled.
"Hey, it was only coffee." Jake laughed, "It's not like I asked her out or anything."
"I don't want to see Nicole hurt." Donovan stated. "Nicole and Robert were close since their parents married when the were around ten. Watching him get killed almost destroyed her. I will not have Nicole receive that phone call in the middle of the night saying you're in the hospital or dead."
"It was only coffee." Jake said in his defense.
"Keep that in mind, I protect my family." Donovan warned.
"Looks like no one's home." Jake said as they pulled up into Donovan's driveway. "So, Nicole is transferring to UIC to work on her Masters. What? Morgan mentioned it the other day."
"Morgan talks too much." Donovan muttered unlocking the door and walking into his house.
"Yea, I'll tell her you said that." Jake laughed walking into Donovan, "What's wrong?"
"What the hell is going on?" Donovan barked.
Jake looked towards the couch. "And you were warning me not to have coffee with her." Jake laughed.
"Frank, you're home." Morgan smiled walking up behind him and Jake. "What's the matter?" She looked over Jake's shoulder and saw Cody and Nicole on the couch.
"Uh, hey boss." Cody nervously said, fumbling with his shirt, "You're back."
Morgan looked at Frank and then back to Cody. She had a bad feeling about this. "Frank, let's go into the kitchen and talk before you do anything stupid, like kill Cody." Morgan said, "Jake help me bring him in there."
"I want to talk with Cody first." he calmly replied walking towards the couch. Cody watched Donovan step closer and fell behind the couch trying to get away from him. Jake was trying not to laugh at the scene.
"Jake, help Cody into the other room. Here, take this before he uses it." Morgan said handing Jake Donovan's gun and pushing him into the kitchen.
"He was going to shoot me?" Cody whispered. Trying to button his shirt.
"He wouldn't do that." Nicole said kissing Cody's cheek, "I'll handle my cousin. Go home and I'll see you tomorrow."
"If I live that long." Cody replied kissing Nicole back on her mouth.
"Here comes Donovan." Jake said.
"Where?" Cody panicked looking around.
"Just kidding," Jake laughed, "but if I were you, I'd transfer out right away."
"You knew about this." Donovan accused Morgan, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yes I knew." she replied.
"How long?" he questioned.
"Two months." she replied.
"Since she moved here. And when did you plan on telling me this?" he demanded.
"I didn't." Morgan smiled sweetly at him.
"No more lies." Donovan yelled. Donovan voice echoed through the house it made Cody and Jake jump.
"As an agreement to end the separation we agreed to no more lies." "Lies?" Morgan yelled back, "I wasn't the one lied in the first place Frank Donovan. As I recalled you told me you left the CIA for the FBI. Remember that lie?"
"I think you guys should leave." Nicole said wincing at the fight.
"I think you're right." Jake said heading for the door. "Tell Donovan I'll lock his weapon up at the Nest."
"See you tomorrow, baby." Cody said sneaking in one more kiss, "I hope."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Donovan asked lowering his voice, remembering who was in the living room.
"It wasn't my place to say anything." Morgan said in her defense. "Nicole is twenty-six and has her own place here. You can't tell her what to do."
"She's family." Donovan said sitting down in the chair rubbing his temples.
"I know," Morgan said wrapping her arms around him, " but do you really think Cody would hurt her knowing you would make him disappear."
"I can too," Donovan smiled pulling Morgan onto his lap, "and I will 'talk' with him tomorrow."
He parked his rental car a few blocks over and walked over to the house. He walked around to the back of the house, trying to find the least visible way in. He walked past the swing set and headed towards the patio. He scanned to see if any of the windows were left open. He was about to break a window when he heard a car pull into the driveway.
Slowly he made his way to the side of the house to see who it was. He saw a middle-aged woman step out of the car. She was a Realtor. He smiled to himself and walked over to greet her.
The Realtor looked up when she heard footsteps on the walkway. "Mr. Messina?" she asked. He nodded his headed as he continued to walk up towards her. "Mrs. Donaldson. Let's go look at the house."
He followed her into the house. "Where are the owners right now?" he asked.
"Oh, the poor dear," the Realtor started to say, "she moved away with family after the funeral of her stepbrother. He was killed right in front of her."
"How unfortunate." he drawled.
"Well, let me tell you about the house. It has three bedrooms, spacious kitchen, family room and living room. Two bathrooms. A lovely yard with a swing set for children."
He walked into one of the bedrooms as she continued to talk. He examined the room carefully. Now, where would it be, he thought. As he walked through the room the floorboards moved. He bent down to try and find away to bring the boards up.
"When did you say your wife and children will be coming?" the realtor smiled walking into the room, "What are you doing?"
"I never said I was married," he smiled walking towards the realtor. He cornered her against the wall and leered at her. "And I don't need problems from you. Now, you will tell me where the owner went."
Chicago
Donovan was looking over previous case files when his phone rang. "Donovan. When?" he asked, "I'll be there as soon as I can." Donovan grabbed his bag and headed down the stairs.
"Everything okay?" Alex asked.
"I have to go to Virginia." he replied.
"Problem selling the house?" Alex asked, "Morgan mentioned it."
"The realtor was killed and the house trashed." Donovan replied.
"Think it has something to do with your cousin's murder?" Jake asked.
"Agent Hillard was not my cousin," Donovan stated, "but the local police think it might. Alex, have Nicole stay with Morgan and keep an eye on them. Cody, you and Monica find out everything about Robert Hillard's cases and try to do a profile on him and who could've killed him. Jake, grab your bag, you're going for a ride."
"And what shall I tell Morgan?" Alex smiled.
"Tell her I'll call her later and not to play detective." he said walking out the door.
Alexandria, Virginia
He watched them pull up to the house. Yellow police tape was in front of the house as well as two police cars. He watched them get out of the car and show their ID's to the local cops. He sat across the street from them. He smiled knowing they couldn't see him, but he could see them. He pointed the camera with the telephoto lens back in their direction and snapped more pictures. Soon, he thought, soon he'll retrieve his property.
"Agent Donovan, I'm Detective Cohen. Thank you for coming here as quickly as you can."
"Detective, this is Agent Shaw." Donovan introduced, "what can you tell me?"
Jake and Donovan followed the Detective into the house. The living room and the kitchen were the only rooms that weren't destroyed. In the hallway towards the bedrooms they saw the outline of the body.
"We figure who ever did this told the realtor they were there to look at the house. Mr. Messina, who was to look at the house, found the front door open. He came in and found her in the hallway." Detective Cohen explained.
"How did she die?" Jake asked.
"Broken neck." he replied, "All the floor boards were taken up and walls were broken into."
"What makes you think this has anything to do with Agent Hillard's murder?" Donovan asked.
"Well, Robert was known to have a little temper and some minor disagreements with some locals in the car whenever he came home to visit." Detective Cohen said.
"Where there any reports about these disagreements?" Jake asked.
"Ah, no," the Detective admitted a little embarrassed, "they were handled off the record."
"So Agent Hillard wouldn't be at risk to lose his job." Donovan added, "I want to talk to all officers that were involved."
Two days later
Jake looked over the files they brought back with them from Virginia and shook his head. "Looks like your cousin had a mighty bad temper." Jake commented.
"Agent Hillard was never my cousin." Donovan stated pulling onto the street towards his house.
"But Nicole said you were cousins." Jake stated, a little confused.
"Nicole is my cousin. Robert was her stepbrother. His mother married her father." Donovan explained, "How do you know this?"
"I've had coffee with her a few times." Jake replied a little nervous.
"Stay away from her Jake." Donovan growled.
"Hey, it was only coffee." Jake laughed, "It's not like I asked her out or anything."
"I don't want to see Nicole hurt." Donovan stated. "Nicole and Robert were close since their parents married when the were around ten. Watching him get killed almost destroyed her. I will not have Nicole receive that phone call in the middle of the night saying you're in the hospital or dead."
"It was only coffee." Jake said in his defense.
"Keep that in mind, I protect my family." Donovan warned.
"Looks like no one's home." Jake said as they pulled up into Donovan's driveway. "So, Nicole is transferring to UIC to work on her Masters. What? Morgan mentioned it the other day."
"Morgan talks too much." Donovan muttered unlocking the door and walking into his house.
"Yea, I'll tell her you said that." Jake laughed walking into Donovan, "What's wrong?"
"What the hell is going on?" Donovan barked.
Jake looked towards the couch. "And you were warning me not to have coffee with her." Jake laughed.
"Frank, you're home." Morgan smiled walking up behind him and Jake. "What's the matter?" She looked over Jake's shoulder and saw Cody and Nicole on the couch.
"Uh, hey boss." Cody nervously said, fumbling with his shirt, "You're back."
Morgan looked at Frank and then back to Cody. She had a bad feeling about this. "Frank, let's go into the kitchen and talk before you do anything stupid, like kill Cody." Morgan said, "Jake help me bring him in there."
"I want to talk with Cody first." he calmly replied walking towards the couch. Cody watched Donovan step closer and fell behind the couch trying to get away from him. Jake was trying not to laugh at the scene.
"Jake, help Cody into the other room. Here, take this before he uses it." Morgan said handing Jake Donovan's gun and pushing him into the kitchen.
"He was going to shoot me?" Cody whispered. Trying to button his shirt.
"He wouldn't do that." Nicole said kissing Cody's cheek, "I'll handle my cousin. Go home and I'll see you tomorrow."
"If I live that long." Cody replied kissing Nicole back on her mouth.
"Here comes Donovan." Jake said.
"Where?" Cody panicked looking around.
"Just kidding," Jake laughed, "but if I were you, I'd transfer out right away."
"You knew about this." Donovan accused Morgan, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yes I knew." she replied.
"How long?" he questioned.
"Two months." she replied.
"Since she moved here. And when did you plan on telling me this?" he demanded.
"I didn't." Morgan smiled sweetly at him.
"No more lies." Donovan yelled. Donovan voice echoed through the house it made Cody and Jake jump.
"As an agreement to end the separation we agreed to no more lies." "Lies?" Morgan yelled back, "I wasn't the one lied in the first place Frank Donovan. As I recalled you told me you left the CIA for the FBI. Remember that lie?"
"I think you guys should leave." Nicole said wincing at the fight.
"I think you're right." Jake said heading for the door. "Tell Donovan I'll lock his weapon up at the Nest."
"See you tomorrow, baby." Cody said sneaking in one more kiss, "I hope."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Donovan asked lowering his voice, remembering who was in the living room.
"It wasn't my place to say anything." Morgan said in her defense. "Nicole is twenty-six and has her own place here. You can't tell her what to do."
"She's family." Donovan said sitting down in the chair rubbing his temples.
"I know," Morgan said wrapping her arms around him, " but do you really think Cody would hurt her knowing you would make him disappear."
"I can too," Donovan smiled pulling Morgan onto his lap, "and I will 'talk' with him tomorrow."