Doggett slammed the car door shut as he got back in it. What a great waste of time that was he shook his head slowly, and hit the dashboard with his fist. Just what was he thinking? Attacking Jonathan Taylor like that, what right did he have? He sat back in his seat and ran his hands over the steering wheel, then turned the key in the ignition. All this not knowing was driving him crazy.
Doggett got out his cell phone, brought up the menu then brought up Scully's number, dialling and holding it up to his ear.
The familiar chirp interupted her thoughts as she sat with Skinner. Scully reached into her jacket pocket and pulled it out, automatically answering with with. "Scully."
"Agent Scully... it's John Doggett."
"Agent Doggett," Scully repeated, more for Skinner's benefit. "Have you found Monica?" There was a moment's hesitation on the other end, she opened her mouth to ask him if he was alright when he replied. "No, and I'm afraid I don't have any leads. Except..."
"Agent Doggett?"
"Bare with me one moment," Doggett answered then hung up. He reached over the passengers seat and opened up the glove compartment. Shuffling through the mass of papers, he found what he was looking for. His notepad and found the name 'Daniel Rider' written in big letters. Sheriff Teller had told him that he was a kid who Lisa Halliwell taught. For some reason this had a lot to do with the case. John just had to put his finger on it. He sat there staring at the note and ripped it off. "It can't be," he whispered as he looked at it then at the case file.
"I'm think I'm finally starting to figure out this job," Doggett whispered to himself as he dialled Scully once again.
"Have you finished your note?" Reyes looked up to the source of the voice and shook her head slowly, placing the pad and pen down. "I'm afraid not," she said with a quiet voice. "I just don't know what to write," she looked back up to Vicar. "It would be easier if you let me call him."
"Out of the question, he would surely track us down." Reyes frowned slightly then realised he weren't talking about John, but this other person. This 'black sheep' as he called him. She pulled the blanket round her even more tightly, she was still cold and sitting on a damn near cold slab didn't help matters. "You are shivering." Reyes moved back out of Vicar's reach. "I will not harm you, Monica."
"I want to speak with my partner," Reyes demanded.
"Please..." Vicar said with such sincerity. "It is far too dangerous, write the note and I shall get it to him." Reyes' gaze went to the pad lying on the floor then up to him. She didn't know if she could trust him. After all he had attacked her and was now holding her against her will. Then again what other options did she have?
"So when I've written this," Reyes said as she slowly picked up the stationary. "You promise you will give it to him." Vicar sat completely still for a moment, reminding Reyes of a Budda then he smiled. "I will make sure he gets it. I promise, Monica Reyes."
She picked up the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and took a long drink. Screwed it back on and placed it down. Reyes allowed herself to smirk as she answered in the same manner he just had, "I guess I'm going to have to take your word for it, Matthew Vicar."
Scully had a hard time figuring it out. "Slow down, Agent Doggett. I'm not sure I follow you." Skinner gave her a confused look, he wasn't the one trying to make any sense of the situation. If he looked confused from listening to her, just think of how she felt trying to understand Doggett.
"I spoke with Jonathan Taylor, he said something about a younger member. That he was the one responsible for the death, not Vicar." Doggett had surprised himself when he had finally made the connection. It had been so obvious that it was hitting him in the face.
"How can he be so sure?" Scully reasoned. "He doesn't know the case details and he was committed years ago." Ever the voice of logic. Doggett wasn't about to be deterred. "It makes sense, Agent Scully. I spoke with a sheriff at Lisa Halliwell's apartment. They found a cell phone and dusted it for prints. Turns out it belonged to one," he held up the note paper. "Daniel Rider."
"And just..."
"I'm getting there. Lisa taught him," Doggett said.
"And just what would his cell phone be doing at her apartment?" Scully asked. Doggett finally smiled, the first smile since he'd heard about Reyes being taken. "That's what we're going to find out, Agent Scully."
Scully couldn't help the smile that had crossed her own face. Her eyes ticked back to Skinner who had been sitting patiently. "I'm on my way back to D.C," Doggett continued. "I'll call you when I arrive."
"Good luck, Agent Doggett." With that Scully hung up and smiled brightly to Skinner. "We may have something." Skinner shifted in his seat and sat up far more straighter. "It's not much," Scully said. "But it's something."