They managed to make it through breakfast with no major casualties between the two of them. They managed to run into half of the WWE roster which stressed Abby out having to play the happy little wife. She felt like her face would crack if she had to smile one more time.
They got on the road about 10:00am. Mark tried to make conversation for a while but gave up when she didn't answer him. She was still plenty pissed about the shower incident this morning.
Abby picked up her cell and rang John's number.
"Hey, I'm just checking in." Abby said.
She filled him in about the indecent at the arena.
"Listen I know you guys are driving, I want to stop in Albany. We got a crime scene up there I want you to take a look at. We think Victor is responsible. Its drug related. He's been moving around quite a bit. If you could take a look and confirm what we think, we could know for sure he's been in the area at least." John said.
"Okay, give me the address." Abby said.
She got off the phone.
"John wants me to stop in Albany and take a look at a crime scene he thinks Victor is responsible for it. He wants me to confirm to be sure so we can place him in the area." Abby said.
Mark took the address and looked at it.
"Okay, shouldn't take much time off the trip." Mark said.
"So you think it was him?" Mark asked.
"I won't know till I see the crime scene." Abby said.
"You the resident expert on this guy?" Mark asked.
"I've made myself an expert. I want him dead." Abby said.
"I thought John wanted him brought in." Mark said.
"I don't care what he wants, I'll have my way." Abby said.
She closed her eyes and dozed till they reached the address in Albany.
"Were here." Mark said.
Abby opened her eyes and got out of the car. The house was surrounded by police cars. Mark got out and followed her.
"You might want to wait here." Abby said.
"No I'll stick with you." Mark said.
"Suit yourself." Abby said.
"Who are you?'" A detective asked as they crossed the yellow line.
"I'm Agent Spencer." Abby said and flashed a badge at him.
He looked at Mark.
"He's with me." Abby said.
The detective nodded.
"Worse crime scene I ever run across, didn't know they was going to send a woman." The detective said.
"I can handle it, just lead the way." Abby said.
"Mark just stay back and don't fuck up any evidence by trampling on it." Abby said.
"It's in the living room. Nobody has been in yet but a few detectives, they said to hold off on forensics till you took a look." The detective said.
Mark just stay in the doorway." Abby said.
Abby stepped through the doorway and the scene just about undid her, but she used her years of training to bury her feeling and go further. The whole family had been gunned down. They were laying everywhere. She took in the man the woman, both shot point blank in the head.
Mark was standing in the doorway. He had never seen such horror in all his life. Blood every where. The worst part was the small little bodies lying in there own blood shot to death. Mark backed out of the room and leaned against the wall.
"That's one tough cookie in there she didn't even flinch." The detective said.
Abby stopped and looked at the broken and bloody little bodies. Her mind flashed back to that day in her house. She shook her head and tried to concentrate. She saw a cigar butt on the floor. She didn't pick it up but bent for a closer look. Yep it was his brand. This was Victor all the way. She turned and walked out of the room.
"It was Victor." She told them and headed out the front door. She kept walking ignoring the fact that Mark was calling her. She stopped when she got to the car and waited for Mark. Mark grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.
"How can ya look at that and show no emotion, no feeling. Are ya really that cold a person?" Mark asked angrily.
Abby jerked away from him.
"Don't presume to know how I feel about anything. That's my job to look at stuff like that every day. It's my job to find the bastard who did that and keep him from doing it again. I can't do that by puking and crying every time I see something like that. You don't know shit about me Mark, so don't Judge me!" Abby yelled at him.
Abby got in the car and slammed the door.
Mark went around and got in the driver's side.
"I'm sorry Abby, I was way out of line, I just never seen nothing like that before." Mark said.
"I have." She said quietly and turned and stared out the windows lost in memories of her own.
