Chapter 15
Home of Chris Nevil
Chris Nevil sat on his old couch in the living room. The TV was on, but he wasn't watching it- he was looking through a photo album that contained some of the few pictures he had of his late wife, Ada, thinking about how much things had changed in the past few months.
Happily married; she goes missing; her body is found; the funeral; quiet; Peter borrows the gun; the cops show up; setting Peter up…How?
A tear trickled down Chris's Cheek, and as he turned the page, the doorbell rang. Chris quickly snapped the book shut, stuffed it under the couch, wiped his cheeks, and opened the door.
His hair was trim and neat, though he looked like he hadn't shaven in the past day or so. Peter quickly stepped in the house and shut the door behind him.
Chris's heart hammered. "Peter? What are you doing here?"
"Peter fidgeted. "I need to borrow some money."
Chris looked concerned. "Sure, what for?"
"I'm in a tight spot- I just need some money to hold me over. I'll pay you back."
"Uh, ok. Sure, how much do you need?"
"Couple thousand-"
"Peter-"
"Can you or can't you!"
Just then, the door was kicked open. Logan ran into the room, following by Barak. "Freeze! Police!"
Before Peter could reach for his gun Barak had hers pressed against his skull. "Don't even the about it," she said coldly.
Peter slowly put both hands in the air. Logan stepped up and pulled P.K.'s hands behind his back. "Peter Kenneth Ballons, you are under arrest for assaulting a police officer and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"
Apartment of Robert Goren
The Phone rang. Alex lifted her head off of Bobby's chest and reached across the couch to the coffee table where her cell phone sat. "A- Eames," she said groggily. She had been sitting on the couch, her head against Bobby's chest, reading case notes until she drifted off into sleep.
"Eames- we got him," said Logan over the phone.
Alex bolted upright, causing an awkward shift in weight on the couch. Bobby sat up. "When?" she asked.
"About an hour ago, we're bringing him up now."
"Be careful, traffic's crazy over there…"
Logan laughed. "We will- see you in an hour or so."
"Ok, bye." Alex hung up and turned to face Bobby. "They got him."