Chapter 15:
"Hello?" came Eve Russell's reply in response to the ringing telephone in her house. It was 9
AM on a Saturday, who would be calling?!
"Hello, Eve," came that smooth, bone-chilling voice. Alastair. One of the most despised men in
her life. She was about to hang up on him, but curiosity won out. "What do you want, Alastair?" she
hissed in a low voice. She didn't want her husband to know that she was associating with a Crane.
"I want you to come to Harmony's Police Station. My daughter Sheridan is there. Now as I
and you, recall, you gave her a psychological evaluation a few years ago, am I right?"
"Yes," Eve said slowly, unsure of where this was going. No one in Harmony besides the
Lopez-Fitzgerald's and the Crane's knew of the recent advancements of the Martin Fitzgerald case. So
far anyway.
"Was this evaluation about the murder of, say, Martin Fitzgerald?"
"I can't answer that," Eve replied. "It's confidential."
"Nevermind, then. I know what I need to know. You see, Eve, my daughter was proven to
have killed Martin Fitzgerald yesterday. I want you to go to the police station and submit the
psychological evaluation as more evidence."
"Why?!" Eve asked, baffled. Why would Alastair want to do that to Sheridan. It would harm
her chances more of being set free from this mess.
"Nevermind why, Eve," Alastair shouted, banging his arm on the table in anger. "You do as I
say!"
"No, Alastair," Eve answered boldly. "You aren't going to get me to play your dirty games!"
"No?" he questioned. "Hmm, I wonder how your family will feel when they find out your little
secret, Dr. Eve. You wouldn't want them to find out twenty years later that you had an affair with my
son now would you?!"
Eve's face turned to that of stone, as her face paled at every one of his words. He had backed
her into a corner now, and there was no getting out. She sighed in defeat.
"Ok, Alastair," she said dejectedly. "I'll be there soon."
"Good," came the satisfied reply as he hung up.
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Not too long after, Eve Russell made her way over to Harmony's Police Station, where Luis,
Sam Bennett, and some other cops already were.
"I heard about the case," she told Luis, as she stroked his arm affectionately. "I'm so sorry."
She gave him a consoling hug.
He hugged her back and said his thank you's.
"Is there another reason you're here, Eve?" Sam asked her, once he realized that she wasn't
leaving.
"Yes, actually," she said slowly, "I have more evidence that proves Sheridan murdered Martin
Fitzgerald."
Sam and Luis looked at her in shock. How would SHE have evidence against Sheridan? And if
she did, why would she use it? It's not like she had anything against Sheridan personally. Or did she?
"I realize that the two of you want the largest amount of evidence you can get - for or against
Sheridan. And so I don't want to hold back anything, especially if it means that I might get in trouble
myself for keeping secrets from Harmony PD." Everything she had just said was a lie, but it was
convincing. She had come up with it in the car while she was driving. She couldn't tell them the truth.
That Alastair had blackmailed her so Sheridan would be definitely sentenced.
"Ok, Eve," Sam spoke up, convinced. "What is your evidence?"
"The results of a psychological evaluation I had of her from a few years ago."
______________________________________________________________________________
As soon as those words had escaped the lips of Dr. Russell, Sam took her inside a private
room where they could talk. This was originally Luis's case, and he should have been the one to have
the conversation with Eve Russell, but Sam knew that Luis was more emotional than a cop should be,
and told him he'd take it this time.
Sam and Eve sat in a private room talking for a good hour, about what she knew. She told him
everything, even taking out the file where she had written down all the observations she had made about
Sheridan that day when she was evaluating her.
"Eve I can tell this is valid and reliable," Sam told her after she had shown and told him
everything. "But tell me this. Did Alastair put you up to this? To come here and show us this evidence?"
Eve gulped down the lump that was forming in her throat. She couldn't lie to one of her closest
friends. "Yes," she mumbled.
"That bastard!" Sam yelled. "I know he's behind all of this. Sheridan isn't half as guilty as he is.
I just feel it. But all I have is your word, Eve. And my instincts. And unfortunately that is not enough
cause to arrest that bastard and lock him up forever!"
"Yes, unfortunately," Eve agreed.
"I just wish we had something against him," Sam told her. "Something to prove that he IS
behind everything that has happened."
{a/n: hmm, hint hint people!!! keep reading. thanks.}
"Hello?" came Eve Russell's reply in response to the ringing telephone in her house. It was 9
AM on a Saturday, who would be calling?!
"Hello, Eve," came that smooth, bone-chilling voice. Alastair. One of the most despised men in
her life. She was about to hang up on him, but curiosity won out. "What do you want, Alastair?" she
hissed in a low voice. She didn't want her husband to know that she was associating with a Crane.
"I want you to come to Harmony's Police Station. My daughter Sheridan is there. Now as I
and you, recall, you gave her a psychological evaluation a few years ago, am I right?"
"Yes," Eve said slowly, unsure of where this was going. No one in Harmony besides the
Lopez-Fitzgerald's and the Crane's knew of the recent advancements of the Martin Fitzgerald case. So
far anyway.
"Was this evaluation about the murder of, say, Martin Fitzgerald?"
"I can't answer that," Eve replied. "It's confidential."
"Nevermind, then. I know what I need to know. You see, Eve, my daughter was proven to
have killed Martin Fitzgerald yesterday. I want you to go to the police station and submit the
psychological evaluation as more evidence."
"Why?!" Eve asked, baffled. Why would Alastair want to do that to Sheridan. It would harm
her chances more of being set free from this mess.
"Nevermind why, Eve," Alastair shouted, banging his arm on the table in anger. "You do as I
say!"
"No, Alastair," Eve answered boldly. "You aren't going to get me to play your dirty games!"
"No?" he questioned. "Hmm, I wonder how your family will feel when they find out your little
secret, Dr. Eve. You wouldn't want them to find out twenty years later that you had an affair with my
son now would you?!"
Eve's face turned to that of stone, as her face paled at every one of his words. He had backed
her into a corner now, and there was no getting out. She sighed in defeat.
"Ok, Alastair," she said dejectedly. "I'll be there soon."
"Good," came the satisfied reply as he hung up.
______________________________________________________________________________
Not too long after, Eve Russell made her way over to Harmony's Police Station, where Luis,
Sam Bennett, and some other cops already were.
"I heard about the case," she told Luis, as she stroked his arm affectionately. "I'm so sorry."
She gave him a consoling hug.
He hugged her back and said his thank you's.
"Is there another reason you're here, Eve?" Sam asked her, once he realized that she wasn't
leaving.
"Yes, actually," she said slowly, "I have more evidence that proves Sheridan murdered Martin
Fitzgerald."
Sam and Luis looked at her in shock. How would SHE have evidence against Sheridan? And if
she did, why would she use it? It's not like she had anything against Sheridan personally. Or did she?
"I realize that the two of you want the largest amount of evidence you can get - for or against
Sheridan. And so I don't want to hold back anything, especially if it means that I might get in trouble
myself for keeping secrets from Harmony PD." Everything she had just said was a lie, but it was
convincing. She had come up with it in the car while she was driving. She couldn't tell them the truth.
That Alastair had blackmailed her so Sheridan would be definitely sentenced.
"Ok, Eve," Sam spoke up, convinced. "What is your evidence?"
"The results of a psychological evaluation I had of her from a few years ago."
______________________________________________________________________________
As soon as those words had escaped the lips of Dr. Russell, Sam took her inside a private
room where they could talk. This was originally Luis's case, and he should have been the one to have
the conversation with Eve Russell, but Sam knew that Luis was more emotional than a cop should be,
and told him he'd take it this time.
Sam and Eve sat in a private room talking for a good hour, about what she knew. She told him
everything, even taking out the file where she had written down all the observations she had made about
Sheridan that day when she was evaluating her.
"Eve I can tell this is valid and reliable," Sam told her after she had shown and told him
everything. "But tell me this. Did Alastair put you up to this? To come here and show us this evidence?"
Eve gulped down the lump that was forming in her throat. She couldn't lie to one of her closest
friends. "Yes," she mumbled.
"That bastard!" Sam yelled. "I know he's behind all of this. Sheridan isn't half as guilty as he is.
I just feel it. But all I have is your word, Eve. And my instincts. And unfortunately that is not enough
cause to arrest that bastard and lock him up forever!"
"Yes, unfortunately," Eve agreed.
"I just wish we had something against him," Sam told her. "Something to prove that he IS
behind everything that has happened."
{a/n: hmm, hint hint people!!! keep reading. thanks.}
