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After the Explosion
Part 11
Sydney and Broots wondered where Lyle had vanished to. Nobody had heard from him ever since Angelo had told Mr. Parker that Miss Parker and Ethan were still alive. Knowing Mr. Lyle that meant trouble. For Jarod and Miss Parker at the least....
Broots was still checking the accounts of Miss Parker. He talked to people in the bank where she had withdrawn the money. But they couldn't give him any news. All they knew was that the woman who came for the money seemed to be okay and didn't talk more than necessary.
Sydney sighed when Broots put the receiver back onto the phone. Nothing....
Rachel flinched inwardly. She saw the photographs of dozens of dead body. No unusual sight to her. But considering the fact that Jarod should be responsible for their death frightened her. Yet, she didn't believe a word Mr. Lyle said. She had a bad feeling about him.
He felt wrong. But until she would figure out this man, she decided to play along. Bailey read all the files. His expression was serious and sometimes showed disgust and anger. Mr. Lyle leaned in his chair, smiling almost nonchalantly. Just as if we were talking about the weather, Rachel thought.
Bailey was finished and stared at Mr. Lyle.
"All this things have to do with government facilities. How the hell could this happen?"
He stood and strode up and down behind his desk. Rachel followed him with her eyes. Mr. Lyle stopped smiling. He seemed as sincere as can be now.
"Agent Malone, a lot of these events is still in the dark. We're investigating this case thouroughly. We want the same answers. But Jarod Russell is a genius. It is very difficult to distinguish between truth and imagination..."
Bailey nodded, but Rachel knew he was thinking hard.
"So, where do we start?"
Lyle smiled.
"I know he participated in the bomb case. And I heard your Profiler here is a pro. Tell me what you know?"
Changing glances Rachel sat up.
"We don't know much. There is no evidence on who planted the bomb. We know it was meant to detonate beneath the Fairground Hotel. The questions now is, who digested the train and why?"
Lyle sighed.
"We assume Russell has a companion. Name is Ethan. He is known to be a mental genius, hears voices and such curiosities..."
So Jarod was working with a companion. Rachel filed the news way.
"In our opinion it was that Ethan guy who planted the bomb. Russell found out that it was a set up. The customer didn't want any witnesses."
Bailey stopped pacing.
"That would mean, Jarod Russell stepped onto the train to save his companion and therefor digested the train into a shut down station?"
Rachel nodded.
"If he is such a bad guy, why would he do that?"
Lyle cleared his throat.
"Maybe just because there was a better chance to jump of the train?"
He shrugged.
"I don't know his motives. Actually I don't care. I want Russell arrested and condemned. I want him locked up for the rest of his life."
Rachel looked to the floor. His eyes shone insane. This was no job for him, it was personal. Mr. Lyle wanted Jarod locked up. But Rachel would have bet that Lyle would even prefere a dead Jarod...
Jarod stared onto the screen. He was deep in thoughts. As always during the last five years. But as well there was no popup solution. He had simmed many plans. But he couldn't find one which was not dangerous and would shut down the Centre. All his plans included grave danger to his accomplices and for himself. Jarod was not ready to endanger their lives.
Cassie wouldn't agree. Jarod knew that. She had a way of being direct. But she never cared of being in danger. She always took care of herself.
"So, what are you simming, Jarod?" Cassie sat down next to him. She wore a jogging suit and her hair was still wet. Jarod shed her a glance.
"Took a shower?"
Cassie nodded.
"Would make you feel better, too."
Jarod nodded. His neck was stiff from staring at his laptop. He hadn't slept in two days and he was hungry. He suddenly stood and went towards the kitchen.
Cassie followed him with her gaze. She had the feeling Jarod didn't tell her the truth. He surely knew several ways to shut down the Centre. She knew he did. But he didn't tell her about it. What was he hiding?
She followed him into the kitchen. He was checking the fridge seemingly having problems to decide. Smiling she bent nex to him and had a look. His forehaed was wrinkled in concentration, as he took in their food stocks....
"Tell you what, wonderboy. You go showering and I'll fix you something to eat..."
He straightened up and watched her cautiously.
"And what would that be? Antipasti or Vinegraitte?"
She grinned. They had totally different tastes and disliked the each others.
"I'll make sure it contains a pound of sugar and lots of fat, okay?"
Relieved he smiled and headed towards the bathroom. Cassie smiled. Sometimes he was like a little boy.
While Jarod was taking his shower Cassie made pancakes. She remembered her mother fixing them for her. That was before the Centre had forced her to change her diet. Unhealthy food was not allowed.
Jarod could tell. She unterstood why he was so fascinated by sweets. She once liked eating sweet things, as well. She took a big bite at one of the pancakes. The Centre aera was over – why not be sinful? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweet and soft taste.
"Dreaming?"
Jarods voice forced her back to earth. She smiled embarrassed at him. He wore a jogging suit as well and looked really marvellous to her. During the passed few days she had watched him this way several times. She was glad, he hadn't realized that her attention had diverted from prey to man.
"Pancakes?"
Disbelievingly Jarod stared at the big dish. Then he looked up and smiled warmly. Cassie had never seen anyone smiling at her that way. Trembling she nodded and turned for the syrup and the chocolate-sauce. In addtition she put honey and the sugar jar onto the counter. Jarod eyed all the delicious things.
"I don't know where to start...."
Cassie smiled at his enthusiasm and prepared him a pancake with maple syrup. Jarod took it from her and tried.
"Mmmh, that's good."
He finished it in seconds. Cassie could only watch him astonished. She quickly prepared another, this time with honey. He gobbled it down and waited for more
Tbc
After the Explosion
Part 11
Sydney and Broots wondered where Lyle had vanished to. Nobody had heard from him ever since Angelo had told Mr. Parker that Miss Parker and Ethan were still alive. Knowing Mr. Lyle that meant trouble. For Jarod and Miss Parker at the least....
Broots was still checking the accounts of Miss Parker. He talked to people in the bank where she had withdrawn the money. But they couldn't give him any news. All they knew was that the woman who came for the money seemed to be okay and didn't talk more than necessary.
Sydney sighed when Broots put the receiver back onto the phone. Nothing....
Rachel flinched inwardly. She saw the photographs of dozens of dead body. No unusual sight to her. But considering the fact that Jarod should be responsible for their death frightened her. Yet, she didn't believe a word Mr. Lyle said. She had a bad feeling about him.
He felt wrong. But until she would figure out this man, she decided to play along. Bailey read all the files. His expression was serious and sometimes showed disgust and anger. Mr. Lyle leaned in his chair, smiling almost nonchalantly. Just as if we were talking about the weather, Rachel thought.
Bailey was finished and stared at Mr. Lyle.
"All this things have to do with government facilities. How the hell could this happen?"
He stood and strode up and down behind his desk. Rachel followed him with her eyes. Mr. Lyle stopped smiling. He seemed as sincere as can be now.
"Agent Malone, a lot of these events is still in the dark. We're investigating this case thouroughly. We want the same answers. But Jarod Russell is a genius. It is very difficult to distinguish between truth and imagination..."
Bailey nodded, but Rachel knew he was thinking hard.
"So, where do we start?"
Lyle smiled.
"I know he participated in the bomb case. And I heard your Profiler here is a pro. Tell me what you know?"
Changing glances Rachel sat up.
"We don't know much. There is no evidence on who planted the bomb. We know it was meant to detonate beneath the Fairground Hotel. The questions now is, who digested the train and why?"
Lyle sighed.
"We assume Russell has a companion. Name is Ethan. He is known to be a mental genius, hears voices and such curiosities..."
So Jarod was working with a companion. Rachel filed the news way.
"In our opinion it was that Ethan guy who planted the bomb. Russell found out that it was a set up. The customer didn't want any witnesses."
Bailey stopped pacing.
"That would mean, Jarod Russell stepped onto the train to save his companion and therefor digested the train into a shut down station?"
Rachel nodded.
"If he is such a bad guy, why would he do that?"
Lyle cleared his throat.
"Maybe just because there was a better chance to jump of the train?"
He shrugged.
"I don't know his motives. Actually I don't care. I want Russell arrested and condemned. I want him locked up for the rest of his life."
Rachel looked to the floor. His eyes shone insane. This was no job for him, it was personal. Mr. Lyle wanted Jarod locked up. But Rachel would have bet that Lyle would even prefere a dead Jarod...
Jarod stared onto the screen. He was deep in thoughts. As always during the last five years. But as well there was no popup solution. He had simmed many plans. But he couldn't find one which was not dangerous and would shut down the Centre. All his plans included grave danger to his accomplices and for himself. Jarod was not ready to endanger their lives.
Cassie wouldn't agree. Jarod knew that. She had a way of being direct. But she never cared of being in danger. She always took care of herself.
"So, what are you simming, Jarod?" Cassie sat down next to him. She wore a jogging suit and her hair was still wet. Jarod shed her a glance.
"Took a shower?"
Cassie nodded.
"Would make you feel better, too."
Jarod nodded. His neck was stiff from staring at his laptop. He hadn't slept in two days and he was hungry. He suddenly stood and went towards the kitchen.
Cassie followed him with her gaze. She had the feeling Jarod didn't tell her the truth. He surely knew several ways to shut down the Centre. She knew he did. But he didn't tell her about it. What was he hiding?
She followed him into the kitchen. He was checking the fridge seemingly having problems to decide. Smiling she bent nex to him and had a look. His forehaed was wrinkled in concentration, as he took in their food stocks....
"Tell you what, wonderboy. You go showering and I'll fix you something to eat..."
He straightened up and watched her cautiously.
"And what would that be? Antipasti or Vinegraitte?"
She grinned. They had totally different tastes and disliked the each others.
"I'll make sure it contains a pound of sugar and lots of fat, okay?"
Relieved he smiled and headed towards the bathroom. Cassie smiled. Sometimes he was like a little boy.
While Jarod was taking his shower Cassie made pancakes. She remembered her mother fixing them for her. That was before the Centre had forced her to change her diet. Unhealthy food was not allowed.
Jarod could tell. She unterstood why he was so fascinated by sweets. She once liked eating sweet things, as well. She took a big bite at one of the pancakes. The Centre aera was over – why not be sinful? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweet and soft taste.
"Dreaming?"
Jarods voice forced her back to earth. She smiled embarrassed at him. He wore a jogging suit as well and looked really marvellous to her. During the passed few days she had watched him this way several times. She was glad, he hadn't realized that her attention had diverted from prey to man.
"Pancakes?"
Disbelievingly Jarod stared at the big dish. Then he looked up and smiled warmly. Cassie had never seen anyone smiling at her that way. Trembling she nodded and turned for the syrup and the chocolate-sauce. In addtition she put honey and the sugar jar onto the counter. Jarod eyed all the delicious things.
"I don't know where to start...."
Cassie smiled at his enthusiasm and prepared him a pancake with maple syrup. Jarod took it from her and tried.
"Mmmh, that's good."
He finished it in seconds. Cassie could only watch him astonished. She quickly prepared another, this time with honey. He gobbled it down and waited for more
Tbc