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Terror in the Night Part 9
Hour 9
"Are they ready?" "Yeah, they're ready." "Great, get Tony, Jack, and Dan. Tell them to meet me in the white room, and that they're ready." "Yes, sir." 'This is going to be fun.'
"What kind of information do you think they want?" Tom asked. "I'm not sure, but I kinda hope we know when they ask, otherwise I have a feeling this is going to be a very bad time for us," Cassy responded. "If you know and it's something that would be very bad for them to know, would you tell?" "I don't know, I don't like to think I'd tell them anything, but if they hurt you and I know, and it's not something that I absolutely cannot tell, then yes. I don't think I could stand them hurting you, Cass." "Thanks, but as noble as that is, promise me, if you know and its not something trivial, though I don't think it is if they went through all this trouble, you won't tell. I can handle it Tom. If you say anything just to get me out of something, I'll kill you myself. Don't make me into a helpless female, that would insult me more than anything they could possibly do." "And you'd do the same for me?" The look on her face said it all, she wasn't going to tell them anything, even if she did know. Short of him getting killed, she wasn't going to let them get what they wanted out of her. "Promise," she said again. "I promise, but if they try to kill you and I know what could save your life, I'm not going to let you die." Cassy knew she wasn't going to get anything else out of him. Satisfied as much as she was ever going to be, she relaxed a little in her chair glad they both knew where they stood. "So, what do you think the robberies had to do with all this?" "I don't know, maybe they knew that sooner or later if we didn't arrest anyone, the department would have to send someone to investigate closer. I don't think it's anything personal with us, I've never met the guy before, and the only time I ever even seen him was on TV when he went to prison." Cassy nodded noncommittally. "Do you think Harry and everyone else are close to finding us?" "I hope so, but we were the ones on the case in the first place, and look how far we got. I hope one of them sees something that we didn't that will help catch these guys." "They haven't said anything about ransom." "Yeah, I guess we were wrong," Cassy paused slightly, "Tom, they don't know that DeSavage is behind this, who's to say that even if they do identify the robbers they still wouldn't find us?" Tom was silent, his thoughts had been running in the same direction.
The missing nurse's assistant lead was starting to pay off, they had gotten Emma to ID the guy, Dan Meyers was his name, his brother the missing assistant, Johnny Meyers. They found out that two of Dan's old partners were also paroled and had recently gone missing. Jack Kopec had been locked up for two accounts of rape and by some computer error on the search warrant that put him in jail for a year, the evidence that had convicted him was later thrown out, leaving him a free man. Byran Miller had served a year for a bungled attempted robbery. They were still trying to track down any of the three men's previous cell mates, but they had been moved around a lot, and so far all they had gotten was a bunch of dead ends and excuses about computer failure, short staffs, and backed-up paper work.
Emilio DeSavage walked into the room also occupying his two prisoners. "So," he said looking at both of them, "Sergeant Cassandra St. John and Sergeant Tom Ryan, I really enjoyed reading about both of you. After I got your names from your badges, I figured I better look you up and see just who I had gotten the pleasure of dealing with. Harry Lipshitz's best. I hope that you two can continue showing as much intelligence as it's obvious you have in the past and make this go as quickly as possible." He got no response to his speech, not that he was expecting any. He hadn't told them the entire truth, when he had checked them out he had been making sure that he had someone who could actually help him. Well, he had found what he was looking for. One of them knew the answer to what he wanted to know, he only hoped they had the good sense to tell him..quickly.
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DeSavage walked further into the room and stopped, waiting for three men to appear behind him. One of them was the same man who had threatened Cassy earlier, the dark haired man whom Tom had spit on. He glared at them with a murderous look. Emilio took a step forward, placing himself in front of the men. "Tom, Cassy, I'd like you to meet some of my employees. These men," he said sweeping his hand in the direction of the people behind him, "are going to help jog your memories if you happen to forget the information I'm looking for. I believe you've already met Jack," the dark haired man stepped forward slightly, "I apologize for his behavior. The other two you haven't seen before, this is Dan Meyers," a thin man with blonde hair took a small step forward, placing him next to the one called Jack, "and this is Tony Dimangi." The last man, a powerful looking man with a crew cut, stepped next to the others, crossing his arms, making the muscles bulge under the sleeves of his shirt. Tom and Cassy were starting to get a little nervous. Why would he introduce them with their last names? That would make it all that much easier to arrest them later on, unless.they planned to kill them anyway, after they told him what he wanted to know. They looked at each other with worry in their eyes as the heavy doors slammed shut, confining them all in the little room.
Hour 8
Finally! Harry was so happy that they had finally gotten the list of cell mates that he could have kissed the officer who had just spent the last ten minutes on the phone, yelling, until they had gotten what they wanted. It was already 6:37 in the morning, and everyone was starting to become more active, instead of letting their lack of sleep cloud their thoughts. They had less than eight hours to figure this out. The killers hadn't made any more contact with them. They quickly went through the list checking out every name, crossing out the ones who were still in jail, or had met unexpected demises. They had a list of five possible cell mates, those who had been paroled. They spent the next hour tracking down the whereabouts of each of them, until they had two possibilities, Hayden Thomas and Tony Demangi."
Hour 7
Things were not going well for Tom and Cassy, and even though things had been taken easy at first. DeSavage was getting mad, and they could tell. He was yelling now, "Tell me, where is my brother!?" Tom moved his jaw tenderly, small bruises already appearing across his face. "We already told you, we don't know where he is." "You're lying! I know you know, now tell me!" His outburst was punctuated by a hard slap across his face. Emilio turned to Cassy whose cheek and eye were slightly purple. He looked at her with hard eyes. "All I want to know," he said softly, "is where my brother is, is that so much to ask?" Cassy's brain was scrambling, trying to put together everything she could remember about his brother. He worked for the government, he had helped put his brother in jail, and he was so important doing whatever it was he did, that most of the time, his whole existence was denied. If Emilio ever found out where his brother was there was no doubt in her mind that he would kill him. If Robert DeSavage ever died there would be hell to pay, from every side. Emilio slowly turned towards the three men, who had put in a helping hand every so often. He nodded them towards him and a second later, the three men left the room. Emilio turned back to the two detectives, "We're going to take a break for a minute, take this time to think-hard. Maybe your memories will be better by the time I come back. I hope for your sake they are, we started out nice, I don't believe in unprovoked excessive violence, but I'm warning you now. From now on, I'm serious. No more playing around." With that he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room slamming and locking the door behind him.
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Terror in the Night Part 9
Hour 9
"Are they ready?" "Yeah, they're ready." "Great, get Tony, Jack, and Dan. Tell them to meet me in the white room, and that they're ready." "Yes, sir." 'This is going to be fun.'
"What kind of information do you think they want?" Tom asked. "I'm not sure, but I kinda hope we know when they ask, otherwise I have a feeling this is going to be a very bad time for us," Cassy responded. "If you know and it's something that would be very bad for them to know, would you tell?" "I don't know, I don't like to think I'd tell them anything, but if they hurt you and I know, and it's not something that I absolutely cannot tell, then yes. I don't think I could stand them hurting you, Cass." "Thanks, but as noble as that is, promise me, if you know and its not something trivial, though I don't think it is if they went through all this trouble, you won't tell. I can handle it Tom. If you say anything just to get me out of something, I'll kill you myself. Don't make me into a helpless female, that would insult me more than anything they could possibly do." "And you'd do the same for me?" The look on her face said it all, she wasn't going to tell them anything, even if she did know. Short of him getting killed, she wasn't going to let them get what they wanted out of her. "Promise," she said again. "I promise, but if they try to kill you and I know what could save your life, I'm not going to let you die." Cassy knew she wasn't going to get anything else out of him. Satisfied as much as she was ever going to be, she relaxed a little in her chair glad they both knew where they stood. "So, what do you think the robberies had to do with all this?" "I don't know, maybe they knew that sooner or later if we didn't arrest anyone, the department would have to send someone to investigate closer. I don't think it's anything personal with us, I've never met the guy before, and the only time I ever even seen him was on TV when he went to prison." Cassy nodded noncommittally. "Do you think Harry and everyone else are close to finding us?" "I hope so, but we were the ones on the case in the first place, and look how far we got. I hope one of them sees something that we didn't that will help catch these guys." "They haven't said anything about ransom." "Yeah, I guess we were wrong," Cassy paused slightly, "Tom, they don't know that DeSavage is behind this, who's to say that even if they do identify the robbers they still wouldn't find us?" Tom was silent, his thoughts had been running in the same direction.
The missing nurse's assistant lead was starting to pay off, they had gotten Emma to ID the guy, Dan Meyers was his name, his brother the missing assistant, Johnny Meyers. They found out that two of Dan's old partners were also paroled and had recently gone missing. Jack Kopec had been locked up for two accounts of rape and by some computer error on the search warrant that put him in jail for a year, the evidence that had convicted him was later thrown out, leaving him a free man. Byran Miller had served a year for a bungled attempted robbery. They were still trying to track down any of the three men's previous cell mates, but they had been moved around a lot, and so far all they had gotten was a bunch of dead ends and excuses about computer failure, short staffs, and backed-up paper work.
Emilio DeSavage walked into the room also occupying his two prisoners. "So," he said looking at both of them, "Sergeant Cassandra St. John and Sergeant Tom Ryan, I really enjoyed reading about both of you. After I got your names from your badges, I figured I better look you up and see just who I had gotten the pleasure of dealing with. Harry Lipshitz's best. I hope that you two can continue showing as much intelligence as it's obvious you have in the past and make this go as quickly as possible." He got no response to his speech, not that he was expecting any. He hadn't told them the entire truth, when he had checked them out he had been making sure that he had someone who could actually help him. Well, he had found what he was looking for. One of them knew the answer to what he wanted to know, he only hoped they had the good sense to tell him..quickly.
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DeSavage walked further into the room and stopped, waiting for three men to appear behind him. One of them was the same man who had threatened Cassy earlier, the dark haired man whom Tom had spit on. He glared at them with a murderous look. Emilio took a step forward, placing himself in front of the men. "Tom, Cassy, I'd like you to meet some of my employees. These men," he said sweeping his hand in the direction of the people behind him, "are going to help jog your memories if you happen to forget the information I'm looking for. I believe you've already met Jack," the dark haired man stepped forward slightly, "I apologize for his behavior. The other two you haven't seen before, this is Dan Meyers," a thin man with blonde hair took a small step forward, placing him next to the one called Jack, "and this is Tony Dimangi." The last man, a powerful looking man with a crew cut, stepped next to the others, crossing his arms, making the muscles bulge under the sleeves of his shirt. Tom and Cassy were starting to get a little nervous. Why would he introduce them with their last names? That would make it all that much easier to arrest them later on, unless.they planned to kill them anyway, after they told him what he wanted to know. They looked at each other with worry in their eyes as the heavy doors slammed shut, confining them all in the little room.
Hour 8
Finally! Harry was so happy that they had finally gotten the list of cell mates that he could have kissed the officer who had just spent the last ten minutes on the phone, yelling, until they had gotten what they wanted. It was already 6:37 in the morning, and everyone was starting to become more active, instead of letting their lack of sleep cloud their thoughts. They had less than eight hours to figure this out. The killers hadn't made any more contact with them. They quickly went through the list checking out every name, crossing out the ones who were still in jail, or had met unexpected demises. They had a list of five possible cell mates, those who had been paroled. They spent the next hour tracking down the whereabouts of each of them, until they had two possibilities, Hayden Thomas and Tony Demangi."
Hour 7
Things were not going well for Tom and Cassy, and even though things had been taken easy at first. DeSavage was getting mad, and they could tell. He was yelling now, "Tell me, where is my brother!?" Tom moved his jaw tenderly, small bruises already appearing across his face. "We already told you, we don't know where he is." "You're lying! I know you know, now tell me!" His outburst was punctuated by a hard slap across his face. Emilio turned to Cassy whose cheek and eye were slightly purple. He looked at her with hard eyes. "All I want to know," he said softly, "is where my brother is, is that so much to ask?" Cassy's brain was scrambling, trying to put together everything she could remember about his brother. He worked for the government, he had helped put his brother in jail, and he was so important doing whatever it was he did, that most of the time, his whole existence was denied. If Emilio ever found out where his brother was there was no doubt in her mind that he would kill him. If Robert DeSavage ever died there would be hell to pay, from every side. Emilio slowly turned towards the three men, who had put in a helping hand every so often. He nodded them towards him and a second later, the three men left the room. Emilio turned back to the two detectives, "We're going to take a break for a minute, take this time to think-hard. Maybe your memories will be better by the time I come back. I hope for your sake they are, we started out nice, I don't believe in unprovoked excessive violence, but I'm warning you now. From now on, I'm serious. No more playing around." With that he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room slamming and locking the door behind him.