A.N.: Another short chapter, but they'll be longer soon, I promise! Please
R+R.
Chapter 7:
Vivian held the tape of Erika's phone call to Danny in her hands. She wasn't sure, if she wanted to know, what they were talking about. She didn't know Danny as long as Jack did, but she knew him for some time. Certainly long enough to know that something grave had happened or he never would've reacted like this – never. She was pretty sure that the record of the call wouldn't just be crucial for the investigation's progress, but that it would reveal something, they didn't need to know. She believed that this and only this had been Danny's motivation not to tell them, he hadn't wanted them to find out about it, because it was none of their business.
"What do we have?"
Martin had appeared behind her and gave her an interested gaze, but she didn't realize it. So she winced when he suddenly addressed her and dragged her away from her thoughts. She lifted her hand holding the tape without saying a word.
When they inserted the tape and started listening to it, the awkward feeling Vivian had earlier reappeared. She could hear Danny giving his name and Erika doing the same, but that was all they could understand in first place. Martin frowned and Vivian barely could hide a smile. He'd been cautious, cautious enough, to at least achieve some more delay, some more time he had ahead on them.
"What...?"
"Spanish, they speak spanish. We need an interpreter."
"Isn't there someone in the unit, speaking enough of spanish to translate for us?"
"As I said, we need an interpreter."
Jack and Sam arrived at the State Prison of Illinois about three and a half hours later. It was a tall, grey building of the 30th – almost like a castle, surrounded by thick high concrete walls. It was raining. It was a depressing place, but that was something all prisons and institutions like this had in common. A penalty was not supposed to be a holiday trip – it was a punishment – that was what the builing expressed.
They warden welcomed them, shaking their hands with a little too much enthusiasm for Jack's taste and invited them to follow him. They crossed the yard and entered the old main-building.
"I've ordered one of the guards to take her to an interrogation room. She doesn't know who you are or what you came here for, so far. I told the guard just to let her know that she was having visitors. She didn't seem so happy about it. She's hiding something if you ask me!"
Smart guy, Jack thought. The warden's overeagerness got on his nerves.
"Thanks."
Jack's voice sounded rather cool, but the warden still smiled looking from Jack to Sam and back, not understanding, so Jack made himself clear.
"We're going to interview her alone. There's no need for you to stay with us."
It wasn't a question to the warden, it was a request – Jack wanted him to leave. The warden seemed disappointed and stopped smiling, but he stepped aside.
"As you wish."
They entered the room...
TBC
Chapter 7:
Vivian held the tape of Erika's phone call to Danny in her hands. She wasn't sure, if she wanted to know, what they were talking about. She didn't know Danny as long as Jack did, but she knew him for some time. Certainly long enough to know that something grave had happened or he never would've reacted like this – never. She was pretty sure that the record of the call wouldn't just be crucial for the investigation's progress, but that it would reveal something, they didn't need to know. She believed that this and only this had been Danny's motivation not to tell them, he hadn't wanted them to find out about it, because it was none of their business.
"What do we have?"
Martin had appeared behind her and gave her an interested gaze, but she didn't realize it. So she winced when he suddenly addressed her and dragged her away from her thoughts. She lifted her hand holding the tape without saying a word.
When they inserted the tape and started listening to it, the awkward feeling Vivian had earlier reappeared. She could hear Danny giving his name and Erika doing the same, but that was all they could understand in first place. Martin frowned and Vivian barely could hide a smile. He'd been cautious, cautious enough, to at least achieve some more delay, some more time he had ahead on them.
"What...?"
"Spanish, they speak spanish. We need an interpreter."
"Isn't there someone in the unit, speaking enough of spanish to translate for us?"
"As I said, we need an interpreter."
Jack and Sam arrived at the State Prison of Illinois about three and a half hours later. It was a tall, grey building of the 30th – almost like a castle, surrounded by thick high concrete walls. It was raining. It was a depressing place, but that was something all prisons and institutions like this had in common. A penalty was not supposed to be a holiday trip – it was a punishment – that was what the builing expressed.
They warden welcomed them, shaking their hands with a little too much enthusiasm for Jack's taste and invited them to follow him. They crossed the yard and entered the old main-building.
"I've ordered one of the guards to take her to an interrogation room. She doesn't know who you are or what you came here for, so far. I told the guard just to let her know that she was having visitors. She didn't seem so happy about it. She's hiding something if you ask me!"
Smart guy, Jack thought. The warden's overeagerness got on his nerves.
"Thanks."
Jack's voice sounded rather cool, but the warden still smiled looking from Jack to Sam and back, not understanding, so Jack made himself clear.
"We're going to interview her alone. There's no need for you to stay with us."
It wasn't a question to the warden, it was a request – Jack wanted him to leave. The warden seemed disappointed and stopped smiling, but he stepped aside.
"As you wish."
They entered the room...
TBC