"Christine Marie Sellers. Age twenty-nine. So that would've made her nineteen when she knew Donovan." Cody commented, looking through her file. "Born and raised in Las Vegas."
"She works in the private sector, so they didn't work together." Alex replied, taking the file form Cody, "How do they know each other?"
"Why do you want to know?" Donovan asked, taking the file from her.
"Well, she's the only person that we know of who hit you and lived to talk about it." Jake laughed.
"You really want to know?" Donovan asked locking the file away.
"Yes!" they said in unison.
"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you." Donovan smiled, walking towards the door. "I don't want to break in a new team."
"Look a joke." Cody laughed.
"I don't think that was a joke Cody." Monica replied. "Are you ready?"
"Oh come on, you have to tell us." Cody yelled in frustration.
"Where are you going?" Alex asked.
"We still have some loose ends to tie upon the case. Witnesses to talk to." Donovan replied walking out the door.
"Don't expect us to visit you in the hospital." Jake yelled after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see if Ms. Sellers needs anyone to talk to." Monica smiled, "With the trauma of being held hostage and she has a family wedding in a couple days, she must need some help."
"Oh, that's a good one." Alex laughed.
"Hey, Donovan asked me to go with." Monica laughed.
"I'll let you get to Ms. Seller's hotel first. Calm her down." Donovan suggested with a smile.
"Sure, let me do the dirty work." Monica laughed, "As soon as you walk through the door she'll explode. You owe me for this."
"Just make sure all sharp objects are put away." he smiled getting into his car.
He sat in his car for a few minutes before heading downtown towards the hotel. Christine Sellers, he thought, a name he hasn't heard in ten years. By her reaction, she must be a little mad about Colombia. He rubbed his jaw and smiled.
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Christine looked at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed at the sight of the brace on her left hand. "I'm not wearing this stupid thing," she muttered taking of the brace and tossing it on the bed. She had the worst luck in the world. Ending up being held hostage in a bank robbery, almost getting killed, spraining her wrist. "I knew I should've stayed in Vegas."
Christine thought back to that day ten years ago. She did her best to convince herself she could get on the plane. She's always hated flying. When Frank kissed her the second time, she couldn't believe her luck. She should've known it was too good to be true. Christine rubbed her cheek where Frank Donovan punched her all those years ago. She's always had a plan on what to say and do if she ever saw Frank Donovan again.
If it wasn't for his eyes, she probably wouldn't have recognized him. He was better looking than he was ten years ago and that goatee looked damn fine, she thought. There was a knock on her hotel door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"Housekeeping." a young voice said.
"Come on in." Christine replied, "I don't think I need anything, but you can check." She went back to checking how the dress and shoes looked. She heard something thud to the ground. "Oh are you okay?" Christine asked thinking the maid hurt herself.
Christine turned and saw the young woman lying face first on the floor. She looked up and saw three men standing behind the body. Christine was about to scream when she felt something sharp hit her neck, then her vision went black.
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Donovan turned his car into the hotel garage. He was hoping he gave Monica enough time to prepare Ms. Sellers about his arrival. He knew sooner or later he would have to explain his connection to the woman to Monica. He knew whatever he told Monica would stay private.
He walked to the elevator and waited for it to show up. Donovan took the file out of his and checked what room he had to go to. He quickly put the papers away when he heard the bell sounding the arrival of the elevator. Donovan looked up when he heard the doors open and was taken by surprise at what he saw. He dropped his case and reached for his gun. Before he was able to take it out its holster, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, then his world went black.
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Monica stepped out of the elevator and proceeded to walk to room 1126. The hall was busy, she thought, watching people going back and forth.
"Excuse me," a policeman asked stopping Monica, "are you a guest in the hotel?"
"No," Monica replied, trying to look past the man, "Why?"
"Only guests can go on this floor." he replied trying to move her back to the elevator.
"My name's Monica Davis. I'm with the FBI." she replied showing him her badge, "I have some business in room 1126."
"Room 1126?" he question, "Detective Michaels, you want to hear this."
"Who called the FBI?" the detective demanded.
"I'm not here for your case," Monica started to explain, "I'm here to talk to a MS. Sellers in room 1126 for a federal case."
"'Fraid that won't be possible." the detective said, "A couple found the door open to the room and when they looked inside they found a maid dead. Ms. Sellers is nowhere to be found."
"Great," Monica replied dialing her cell phone, "Excuse me, but I need to call my boss."
"Cook County Morgue, You stab 'em, we slab 'em." Cody said seriously into the phone.
"Cody, you need a new line." Monica told him, "I need to talk to Donovan."
"He left twenty minutes ago. He should be there by now." Cody replied, "What's up?"
"Ms. Sellers seems to be missing. " Monica told him.
"Hold on, the other line is going off." Cody told her placing her on hold.
"You think he would find a way to put music on the line," Monica muttered to herself.
"Uh, Monica," Cody said coming back on the line.
"Yea,"
"Jake wants you to come back here ASAP." he replied, "After you talk to the police there."
"Why?"
"Seems like someone found Donovan's gun, phone and case in the hotel garage." Cody told her.
"I'll be there as soon as I can." Monica answered.
"She works in the private sector, so they didn't work together." Alex replied, taking the file form Cody, "How do they know each other?"
"Why do you want to know?" Donovan asked, taking the file from her.
"Well, she's the only person that we know of who hit you and lived to talk about it." Jake laughed.
"You really want to know?" Donovan asked locking the file away.
"Yes!" they said in unison.
"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you." Donovan smiled, walking towards the door. "I don't want to break in a new team."
"Look a joke." Cody laughed.
"I don't think that was a joke Cody." Monica replied. "Are you ready?"
"Oh come on, you have to tell us." Cody yelled in frustration.
"Where are you going?" Alex asked.
"We still have some loose ends to tie upon the case. Witnesses to talk to." Donovan replied walking out the door.
"Don't expect us to visit you in the hospital." Jake yelled after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see if Ms. Sellers needs anyone to talk to." Monica smiled, "With the trauma of being held hostage and she has a family wedding in a couple days, she must need some help."
"Oh, that's a good one." Alex laughed.
"Hey, Donovan asked me to go with." Monica laughed.
"I'll let you get to Ms. Seller's hotel first. Calm her down." Donovan suggested with a smile.
"Sure, let me do the dirty work." Monica laughed, "As soon as you walk through the door she'll explode. You owe me for this."
"Just make sure all sharp objects are put away." he smiled getting into his car.
He sat in his car for a few minutes before heading downtown towards the hotel. Christine Sellers, he thought, a name he hasn't heard in ten years. By her reaction, she must be a little mad about Colombia. He rubbed his jaw and smiled.
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Christine looked at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed at the sight of the brace on her left hand. "I'm not wearing this stupid thing," she muttered taking of the brace and tossing it on the bed. She had the worst luck in the world. Ending up being held hostage in a bank robbery, almost getting killed, spraining her wrist. "I knew I should've stayed in Vegas."
Christine thought back to that day ten years ago. She did her best to convince herself she could get on the plane. She's always hated flying. When Frank kissed her the second time, she couldn't believe her luck. She should've known it was too good to be true. Christine rubbed her cheek where Frank Donovan punched her all those years ago. She's always had a plan on what to say and do if she ever saw Frank Donovan again.
If it wasn't for his eyes, she probably wouldn't have recognized him. He was better looking than he was ten years ago and that goatee looked damn fine, she thought. There was a knock on her hotel door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"Housekeeping." a young voice said.
"Come on in." Christine replied, "I don't think I need anything, but you can check." She went back to checking how the dress and shoes looked. She heard something thud to the ground. "Oh are you okay?" Christine asked thinking the maid hurt herself.
Christine turned and saw the young woman lying face first on the floor. She looked up and saw three men standing behind the body. Christine was about to scream when she felt something sharp hit her neck, then her vision went black.
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Donovan turned his car into the hotel garage. He was hoping he gave Monica enough time to prepare Ms. Sellers about his arrival. He knew sooner or later he would have to explain his connection to the woman to Monica. He knew whatever he told Monica would stay private.
He walked to the elevator and waited for it to show up. Donovan took the file out of his and checked what room he had to go to. He quickly put the papers away when he heard the bell sounding the arrival of the elevator. Donovan looked up when he heard the doors open and was taken by surprise at what he saw. He dropped his case and reached for his gun. Before he was able to take it out its holster, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, then his world went black.
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Monica stepped out of the elevator and proceeded to walk to room 1126. The hall was busy, she thought, watching people going back and forth.
"Excuse me," a policeman asked stopping Monica, "are you a guest in the hotel?"
"No," Monica replied, trying to look past the man, "Why?"
"Only guests can go on this floor." he replied trying to move her back to the elevator.
"My name's Monica Davis. I'm with the FBI." she replied showing him her badge, "I have some business in room 1126."
"Room 1126?" he question, "Detective Michaels, you want to hear this."
"Who called the FBI?" the detective demanded.
"I'm not here for your case," Monica started to explain, "I'm here to talk to a MS. Sellers in room 1126 for a federal case."
"'Fraid that won't be possible." the detective said, "A couple found the door open to the room and when they looked inside they found a maid dead. Ms. Sellers is nowhere to be found."
"Great," Monica replied dialing her cell phone, "Excuse me, but I need to call my boss."
"Cook County Morgue, You stab 'em, we slab 'em." Cody said seriously into the phone.
"Cody, you need a new line." Monica told him, "I need to talk to Donovan."
"He left twenty minutes ago. He should be there by now." Cody replied, "What's up?"
"Ms. Sellers seems to be missing. " Monica told him.
"Hold on, the other line is going off." Cody told her placing her on hold.
"You think he would find a way to put music on the line," Monica muttered to herself.
"Uh, Monica," Cody said coming back on the line.
"Yea,"
"Jake wants you to come back here ASAP." he replied, "After you talk to the police there."
"Why?"
"Seems like someone found Donovan's gun, phone and case in the hotel garage." Cody told her.
"I'll be there as soon as I can." Monica answered.