Reva stared at the picture she held in her hand. Why had she been dreaming of him all of a sudden? Oh, well… that really wasn't important right now. Not with everything else that was going on. And still it bothered her. Just how much did Jeffrey know? Just how much did Sandy know? She wondered if maybe Sandy would want to see the picture, but she decided against bringing it to him. He didn't need this right now. He needed to focus on getting better, and nothing else. Anything else could wait. The truth... could wait.
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"So where is this going down?" Jeffrey asked.
Harley shook her head. "I don't understand it…" she said. "He's doing it right on his home turf…"
"What?" Jeffrey asked, not quite believing that he would be so stupid. "Terrier, are you sure?"
"That's what he said…" Harley answered.
Gus looked between them. "And what if this is all a setup?"
"What do you mean?" Harley asked.
"What if… What if he somehow found out that we were listening in on him…" Gus said. "What if this is some sort of death trap?"
"And what if it isn't?" Jeffrey said. "I am not going to pass up the chance to put this guy behind bars..."
"I think that this case has gotten a little too personal for you, O'Neil…" Gus said. "You can't even be sure that he's the one that did it…"
"Did what?" Harley asked, suddenly feeling completely out of the loop.
"Are you questioning my ability to do this job, Aituro?" Jeffrey asked. "If anything, this only makes me more apt at doing my job…"
"That's the problem…" Gus said. "You'll only be thinking about revenge… You won't be thinking straight…"
"Revenge for what?" Harley asked.
"Enough of your bickering!!!" the AD said. "O'Neil is the lead agent on this case, and it is too late to change that." He turned his gaze from Gus to Jeffrey. "Now we are going to pull off this bust and we are going to do it right!"
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Ed walked into Sandy's room.
Sandy looked up at him. "Drugs…" Sandy said.
"I'm getting on that…" Ed said, moving over to Sandy's IV. "How are you feeling?" The question seemed stupid, but necessary.
"Hurts…" Sandy said.
"You're still breathing all right?"
"You're… doctor…" Sandy responded. "You... tell me…"
Ed sighed. "Do you feel up to talking at all?" he asked.
"Why?" Sandy questioned.
"Police were here earlier…" Ed said. "They want to know when they can take your statement…"
"Don't…" Sandy said. "Don't… want… cops…"
"All right…" Ed said. "Just tell me when you're feeling up to it…"
"Never.." Sandy mumbled.
"What?" Ed said. "Why not?"
Sandy was beginning to feel sleepy again. "Don't… like… cops…" he said. "Don't… trust… cops…"
"Jeffrey is kind of like a cop…" Ed said. "I mean, he puts the bad guys away…"
"No…" Sandy said. "Jeff's… attorney…"
Ed watched Sandy doze back off and tried to mentally put the pieces together. He wondered if maybe a cop had done this to Sandy, and this was simply his way of telling him. Not that it was any of his business. He was just supposed to treat his injuries, not put away his tormentors…
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Reva sighed as she stuck the picture back in the box; the same small box that she had kept it in for so long. She heard the phone ring again and she rolled her eyes. She walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Cassie, I said that I had to go…" She didn't realize quite how much time had elapsed since she'd spoken to her sister. She didn't realize just quite how long she had been sitting there staring at that picture.
"Umm… Reva, it's me…" Ed said.
"Ed!" Reva said. "Oh my God, is my son OK?"
"I suppose…" Ed said. "That he is doing as well as can be expected, given his situation…"
Reva breathed a sigh of relief. "Well… then… what is it?"
"Believe it or not…" Ed said. "Jeffrey O'Neil told me to tell you to get down here…"
"Is he gone?" Reva asked.
"Yes…" Ed said. "He said that there was somewhere else he needed to be…"
"I'll be down there soon…" Reva said. "Is my son awake?"
"He was…" Ed said. "He is very sensitive to the morphine, though… It seems to put him right to sleep…"
"Well…" Reva sighed. "I suppose it is better for him that way…"
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