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12 hours Missing-

New York-

Special Agent Vivian Johnson sat in a dingy, secured interrogation room at Riker's Federal Prison. She sorted through the papers in front of her and looked up as a guard brought in Alfonse Rodriguez. He was wearing a standard issue orange jumpsuit and had his hands cuffed behind him. The guard motioned him to sit in the chair opposite Vivian, uncuffed him and left.

Vivian studied him. He was young, only twenty, and sentenced to twenty years in prison for drug trafficking and soliciting drugs to a minor. He had sharp, dark eyes and a shaved head with various tattoos across his scalp.

"I'm Special Agent Johnson, FBI," Vivian said.

"What you want?" he said.

"I just have some questions for you," Vivian replied.

"Yeah, what?" Alfonse said snidely.

"Do you know that threatening a Judge is a Federal offense?" Vivian asked.

"Whatcha talking about threatening a Judge? I ain't never threatened no Judge," he spat.

Vivian slid a piece of paper across the table. "Recognize this?"

Alfonse read the paper and his already pallid complexion paled even further. "I don't know nothin about this."

"No? Do you recognize the e-mail address?" Viv asked.

He stared down at the paper, a calculating look in his eyes.

"Before you answer maybe you should think about the fact that lying to a Federal officer is a felony."

The young man clenched his jaw and looked up at Vivian, his dark eyes flashing. "Yeah, I recognize it. It's mine. From before I got stuck in here."

Vivian smiled. "Good answer. Now, what do you know about that e-mail?"

Alfonse slid the paper back across the table at Vivian. "I told you. I don't know nothin about it. I ain't never seen it."

"We know your little girlfriend Rosa sent it, and several more," Vivian said, setting a sheaf of e-mails in front of Alfonse. Vivian read from one of them. " 'You ruined my family, you should burn in hell.'"

Alfonse was shaking his head. "I don't know nothin about 'em," he insisted.

"My partner is talking to Rosa right now. One way or another we'll find out if you told her to send them."

"I told ya, I don't know nothin about it!" Alfonse said, the hard look in his eyes fading and becoming something near panic.

"Judge Roenstein, the one who received all of these nice e-mails, also the Judge that tried your case, it seems her daughter was kidnapped from Disneyland last night."

Alfonse's eyes grew even wider. "I don't know nothin about that. You gotta believe me. If Rosa did something, it wasn't cause of me. I don't know nothin about it! I didn't tell her to kidnap no kid!"

Vivian watched the kid and saw the panic that built in his eyes. There wasn't a trace of guilt, just panic and fear.

"I hope not. But I will just tell you this. If you know anything, it is in your best interests to tell me. If anything happens to the child…"

Alfonse slammed his hands onto the metal table. "I didn't do anything to no kid!" he shouted.

Vivian sat calmly, not moving an inch even when he slammed his fists the table.

"You give me one of those lie tests if you don't believe me," he said. "I didn't do nothin."

Vivian gave an inward sigh. Alfonse Rodriguez had nothing to do with the kidnapping. Whether his girlfriend did or not was another matter.

Vivian called the guard and then turned back to Alfonse. "I'll be in touch if I need anything else," she said.

Alfonse looked relieved. "Aight," he said. "But if Rosa tries to pin anything on me you gotta know she's lyin. If she did it she did it on her own, not cause I told her to."

Vivian nodded as the guard came in, cuffed Alfonse and led him back to his cell. Vivian grabbed the copies of the e-mails and tucked them back into her folder. It seemed that as far as Alfonse Rodriguez went, the lead went directly to a dead end.

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"So, Rosa. You like using the Internet?"

Danny Taylor leaned forward. He put his elbows on the table leaned toward the girl sitting across from him.

Rosa Sanchez was nineteen, but could have passed for thirty. A hard life had etched itself into her face, into the wrinkles, the dark circles under her eyes. She had a three year old son, the father was the jailed Alfonse Rodriguez. She stared coolly at Danny. The only sign that she was at all nervous was the slight shaking of her hand as checked her pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"No smoking in this building," Danny said and the girl put the cigarettes back into her pocket and scowled at him.

"You didn't answer my question, Rosa. I said, do you like using the Internet?"

The girls nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. "Yeah. What's it to ya? What am I doing here?"

The girl was bluffing, She was acting cool and collected, but she was bluffing. Danny could see it plain as day. There was fear deep in her eyes, fear and guilt. But guilt about what? Just sending threats or for carrying them out?

Danny opened the folder in front of him and pulled out copies of the e-mails that had been sent from Alfonse Rodriguez's e-mail address. The techs had gone over Rosa's computer and found that the e-mail's had come from her computer. There was a whole range of them, from plain old name calling to out and out threats.

Danny knew the e-mails were written and sent by Rosa Sanchez. What he needed to know was whether Rodriguez had made her do it or whether she was acting on her own and whether or not they had anything to do with Natalie Roenstein's disappearance.

Danny slid the pile of e-mails across the table at Rosa. With a sneer she looked down at them. "What are these?"

"Don't you recognize them, Rosa?" Danny asked.

She looked down at the top one and her aloof look faltered. She licked her lips nervously and stared down at the paper.

"I didn't hear you, Rosa. Do you recognize them?"

Rosa's eyes flickered to Danny's face and she took a deep breath. She looked like she was weighing her options.

"I wouldn't lie to me if I were you," Danny said, his voice hard.

"Yeah, I recognize them," Rosa said, her voice flat. She looked at Danny and suddenly her face fell and tears welled up in her eyes. "I didn't mean nothin by 'em though!" she said.

Danny recognized the change in tactics. She was going to play the innocent card. "Oh you didn't mean anything, huh? What part didn't you mean? The part when you called the Judge a stupid bitch or the part where you told her she should burn in hell? Or maybe it was the part where you said that you would make her pay. Which part didn't you mean, Rosa, because they seem pretty serious to me."

Rosa shook her head, tears pouring down, leaving dark mascara lines down her cheeks. "It was just a joke, you know. I wanted to scare her that was it. I didn't mean it," she said.

Nodding his head slowly Danny said, "So kidnapping the Judge's daughter wasn't the way you were going to pay her back?"

Rosa was so shocked she forgot to keep crying. She stared at Danny, dumbfounded. "What you talking about?"

"Judge Roenstein's daughter was kidnapped from Disneyland last night."

"And you think I did it?" she gasped. "I didn't have nothin to do with no kidnapping! Besides, Disneyland is in California and I'm in New York."

"Right, but don't you have a sister in Monrovia? That's not far from Anaheim," Danny stated.

Rosa's eyes widened. "Maria doesn't have nothin to do with anything! Don't you bother her!"

"Are you willing to take a lie detector test for us, make sure you didn't have anything to do with the kidnapping?"

"Yeah, I'll take the test, cause I didn't do nothin."

"And your boyfriend Alfonse didn't set you up to kidnap the kid?"

"Alfonse? No way. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't even know about the e-mails. I did it, cause I was pissed. My son don't have a father no more cause of that Judge. But I wouldn't do nothin to her, or her kid."

Just then Danny's cell phone rang. "Hello," he said.

"Danny it's Viv. I just got through with Rodriguez. He doesn't have anything to do with it. How about the girlfriend? Did you get anything?"

"No," Danny said. "Nothing."

"Great," Vivian said sarcastically. "Well, hold her on the threats and let the PD deal with her."

"Right," Danny said. "Later." He clipped the phone to his belt and stood up.

"The detectives will be right with you to charge you for e-mailing those threats," Danny said.

Rosa glowered at him, but Danny ignored her. He had more important things to worry about. Like finding out who really was responsible for Natalie Roenstein's kidnapping.

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