A/N: Continued from the scene last chapter
Jack sat back thinking furiously allowing Sam to ask the next question.
"Did her family know about the affair?" Sean winced and nodded.
"I guess I wasn't as careful as I should have been. Somebody at work must have noticed and then accidentally on purpose mentioned it to Chloe. I didn't think she knew until the funeral and her family came down, they were furious with me, her sister especially. However, if you're thinking that maybe they had something to do with this, then you're wrong," Sean judged, Sam looked at Jack waiting for him to either ask another question or conclude the interview. After a moment Jack realised they were both looking at him, he'd been lost in thought.
"Do you know a Mike Miller?" Jack asked, for a second Sean looked startled before looking indifferent.
"No," Sean replied deliberately not looking Sam or Jack in the eye.
"Dr Mason you are a terrible liar," Jack told him staring him down, "Now who is Mike Miller?" Sean sighed and looked down at the table.
"My brother," Sean admitted.
"Half brother?" Sam looked for verification, Sean shook his head.
"No, he's just living under that name." Jack looked at him quizzically silently asking for more details. "He's been in and out of prison since he was old enough to be sent there, before that he was in and out of juvie." Jack and Sam exchanged a glance, they knew the type, "He's trying to go straight now, but who want's to hire an ex-con? He's been having some trouble getting a job so I've been helping him out," Sean stated with too much conviction, sounding as if he wasn't just trying to convince the FBI agents but himself as well.
"Really," Jack said drily, "Helping him out, how nice. Two thousand a month, very nice. Why'd the payments stop? I don't believe it's because your brother finally got a job." Sean sighed, he knew when he was beaten.
"No it wasn't because he got a job. I found out that he was using the money I gave him to . . to buy drugs. I always knew he was into a little dope but, he was in way over his head. He was using all the money I gave him just to pay for his addiction. I offered to put him through rehab but he wasn't interested, he didn't think he had a problem. I then obviously refused to give him anymore money, I wasn't paying for his addiction. He didn't like it, when I told him, he got a little violent."
Flashback Alleyway
"There." A furtive looking man hands Mike Miller a brown envelope, "It's all there man, everything you asked for. Now my money." Sean stops walking past and looks into the alleyway, he clearly can't believe what he's seeing.
"Here you go." Mike reaches into his inside pocket and withdraws a similar envelope, casually looking round to see if anybody is watching. Sean draws further back round the corner to avoid detection. "You going to count it?" Mike asked, the man shook his head.
"Nah, I trust you man," he declared, Mike smiled, they both knew he'd count it later but it was the gesture of trust that was important. "See you around man." Mike nodded his head and turned to walk out of the alleyway, the man went in the opposite direction and through a door into the building. Whistling slightly and looking cocky Mike walked to the end of the alley, but before he could walk out into the sunshine Sean stepped out from behind the corner blocking his way.
"What were you buying Mike?" Sean asked, his demeanour calm but Mike could hear the hint of danger in his voice, he visibly deflated before trying to reply offhandedly.
"Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing. Hand it over." Mike swallowed hard, he didn't have a choice really. He knew his brother wouldn't hurt him physically, like he knew he couldn't hurt his brother, but he still had to hand it over. Begrudgingly, Mike reached into his pocket and withdrew the envelope the man gave him, handing it to Sean. Sean practically snatched it from him and looked inside, gingerly he put his hand in and withdrew a vial, he held it up. "Drugs Mike." Mike shifted uncomfortably. "You know I got a call this morning, from your landlord. You haven't been paying your rent because apparently you have no money. This is where it's going is it." Sean stopped looking angry and started looking disappointed. "I thought you were going straight."
"I am," Mike claimed, Sean shook his had sadly.
"You call this going straight," Sean sighed. "I hate to do this Mike, but I can't, in all good conscience give you money to fund this drug habit. However I'll put you through rehab . ."
"Rehab!" Mike exclaimed, "I don't need to go to rehab! I don't have a problem!" Sean looked very disbelieving, holding the vial up again.
"What do you call this then?"
"An indulgence," Mike stated, Sean laughed.
"An indulgence? Look in all seriousness Mike, I can't help you if you won't help yourself. I'm sorry to do this but, you're going to have to learn not to depend on my money anymore."
"You're cutting me off?" Mike shouted taking a step towards his brother balling his fists. "You can't do that, I'm your brother!"
"Do you think I really want to. I have to Mike, look like I said I'll put you through rehab willingly, but I can't and I won't support your drug habit," Sean stated finally, at this final word Mike lost control, he stepped forward and grabbed Sean, swinging him round and pinning him up against the wall where he hit him once in the chest and once in the face, before letting him go. Sean slid down the wall in a daze, Mike spit on him and left, leaving a shaken Sean.
End Flashback Alleyway
"Do you think he had something to do with your daughters kidnapping?" Jack asked, looking up from his notebook where he'd penciled a few notes.
"No. I called him earlier. Sounds terrible doesn't it, that I had to check, that I didn't trust my own brother?"
"It was understandable," Sam told him.
"I guess," Sean allowed.
"Thanks for clearing up those . . irregularities," Jack thanked him.
"Anything that will help find my daughter," Sean said seriously.
Ted's
Taxis.
6
hours missing
"Yeah I was at October Street rink this afternoon," Jose Chavez replied, shifting uneasily, clearly not comfortable with the attention of two FBI agents. He felt more uncomfortable because he was backed into the corner of the office leaving no avenue of escape. Also the potted plant behind him kept poking him.
"Around three o'clock?" Martin checked, Jose Chavez nodded warily.
"Did you pick up any passengers?" Danny asked fixing his eyes on Jose.
"You know I did. Three men and a little girl," Jose told them, eager to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"This little girl." Martin showed him the picture of Emily. Jose nodded.
"Yeah that's her."
"Where did you drop them Jose?" Danny questioned.
"JFK Airport." Danny motioned for him to continue, he was getting fed up with these minimalist answers. "Look they didn't have any luggage alright. No luggage tags or nothing."
"You're going to have to do better than that Jose," Danny told him.
"Unless you want us to contact immigration . ." Martin added tailing off.
"I don't know anything ok. Maybe one of the guys say they go to LA, but I really don't know," Jose exclaimed, desperately trying to get the two FBI agents to believe him. Danny and Martin exchanged a glance quickly Danny thanked Jose and they left the building looking for a signal.
"Which one of us do you reckon'll get to go to LA?" Danny smiled, punching the number in on his phone. "The one who calls it in."
