Jack POV:
"Tara, it's the FBI. Open up." I knock several times, waiting for a response.
"Just a minute," the voice on the other side answers.
I glance towards Samantha and we watch the doorknob slowly turning.
"We have a few more questions," Samantha offers. "Can we come in?"
"Yeah," she answers. Samantha goes in first and I follow behind her, shutting the door.
"We spoke with Matthew," I eye Tara. "He says he called you last night."
"Um, yeah, we talked for an hour or so while I was watching television."
"What time was that?" Samantha quips.
"I don't remember—nine maybe?"
"It was ten-thirty and you never answered the phone. Want to explain where you were?" Samantha retorts.
"I was here," Tara answers. "I just was busy."
"Watching television?" I answer. "Was anyone else with you?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Is that a crime?"
I feel my cell phone vibrating again and I nod for Samantha to continue while I walk out of the room and answer the call.
"Malone."
"Jack," I hear Danny's voice on the other end of the phone. "We're with the Jacobi's and apparently their daughter hasn't been getting along with Tara. There were quite a few fights in regards to clothing and her laptop computer."
"Fights?" I question.
"Mostly verbal. I just thought I'd give you a heads up."
"Thanks." I hang up the phone and head back inside.
"Is that Lindsey's?" I point towards the laptop that's turned on and has recently been used.
"Yeah." She glances down at the floor and I pull out a pair of latex gloves from my coat, slipping them on before approaching the computer.
"Did you use this last?" I eye the open window on the computer.
"Yeah, I figured she wouldn't mind."
Samantha eyes me and turns towards Lindsey's dresser, eyeing the books and keepsakes for some sort of clue.
I notice a small, sticky drop of red blood on the side of the laptop and eye Samantha to come over. She lets out a sigh, nodding her head, then reads Tara her rights before putting her in handcuffs and taking her down to the car.
"Tara, it's the FBI. Open up." I knock several times, waiting for a response.
"Just a minute," the voice on the other side answers.
I glance towards Samantha and we watch the doorknob slowly turning.
"We have a few more questions," Samantha offers. "Can we come in?"
"Yeah," she answers. Samantha goes in first and I follow behind her, shutting the door.
"We spoke with Matthew," I eye Tara. "He says he called you last night."
"Um, yeah, we talked for an hour or so while I was watching television."
"What time was that?" Samantha quips.
"I don't remember—nine maybe?"
"It was ten-thirty and you never answered the phone. Want to explain where you were?" Samantha retorts.
"I was here," Tara answers. "I just was busy."
"Watching television?" I answer. "Was anyone else with you?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Is that a crime?"
I feel my cell phone vibrating again and I nod for Samantha to continue while I walk out of the room and answer the call.
"Malone."
"Jack," I hear Danny's voice on the other end of the phone. "We're with the Jacobi's and apparently their daughter hasn't been getting along with Tara. There were quite a few fights in regards to clothing and her laptop computer."
"Fights?" I question.
"Mostly verbal. I just thought I'd give you a heads up."
"Thanks." I hang up the phone and head back inside.
"Is that Lindsey's?" I point towards the laptop that's turned on and has recently been used.
"Yeah." She glances down at the floor and I pull out a pair of latex gloves from my coat, slipping them on before approaching the computer.
"Did you use this last?" I eye the open window on the computer.
"Yeah, I figured she wouldn't mind."
Samantha eyes me and turns towards Lindsey's dresser, eyeing the books and keepsakes for some sort of clue.
I notice a small, sticky drop of red blood on the side of the laptop and eye Samantha to come over. She lets out a sigh, nodding her head, then reads Tara her rights before putting her in handcuffs and taking her down to the car.