George watched Harley board the ambulance with Reva and waited until it was completely out of sight to approach Frank. "Cooper…" he said, watching as Frank spun around to face him.
"Yes…" Frank replied.
George's gaze traveled from Frank, to Sandy, then back to Frank again. "I need to question him…" he said, his gaze again leaving Frank to lock onto the door. "I take it that you can handle the CSI team when they get here…" he said, his gaze on Frank once more.
"Of course…" Frank said with a knowing nod. "I will take care of it…"
"Thank you…" George said before pulling away from Frank and approaching Sandy. "Sandy…" he called out, receiving no response. "Sandy…" he said again, his voice louder and more demanding.
Sandy didn't even flinch, his body completely still, his gaze far off into the distance.
George moved closer to Sandy, firmly planting his hand on Sandy's shoulder. "SANDY!" He barked, shaking him slightly.
Sandy pulled away from the AD's touch. He turned to face him, though, for the moment, he seemed to be looking through him more than at him.
"Come on…" George said, firmly. "I need to question you…" His face was etched with worry, as he wasn't sure that this was going to be of any help. He knew Sandy well enough to know that he was not going to incriminate himself in anything unless he was pushed.
Sandy didn't move from the spot that he was standing in. He remained completely still, save for his gaze which finally connected with the older man's.
"Sandy…" George said again, putting a firm grip on his wrist. "Come with me…"
Sandy followed slowly as George led him to the room where the bodies still were.
A look of panic flashed through Sandy's eyes. "Aren't we… Aren't we going to the police station?" He asked, swallowing nervously.
"No…" George said. "We're not. We're doing this right here…"
Sandy looked at him like he was crazy. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.
"Get in the room, Sandy…" George growled. He knew that this went against procedure. He knew that it was extreme. He knew that Jeffrey was never going to forgive him for this, but desperate times… He knew that if Sandy had any defenses that his information wouldn't be of any use to the investigation.
Sandy hesitated, his body shaking slightly as he looked through the crack of the door. "You can't… You can't make me go back in there…" he said, looking up at the AD.
George pushed Sandy roughly through the door, shutting it behind him. "Like I said, Sandy…" he growled. "We're doing this in here…"
Tears came to Sandy's eyes as his gaze lingered on the corpses.
"The faster we get this done…" George said. "The faster that you can get outta here…"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sandy asked, turning his gaze back to George.
"Just start at the top…" George said. "Why did you lie to Jeffrey about Jonathan Randall being dead?"
"I didn't lie!" Sandy growled. "I saw him fall!"
"Ok…" the AD said. "Then why did you lie to Jeffrey about Jonathan Randall being alive?"
"I didn't!" Sandy said. "I saw him last night! I did!"
"But you saw him die!" George said. "You said that you saw him die!"
"I did!" Sandy said. "I did! He must've survived that fall somehow… I… I don't know how, but he must've because I saw him… He tried to kill me! He left these marks on my neck!"
"And why should I believe a word that you say?"
"Come on, George… You know me…"
"Yes, I do…" George said. "I know you and I know your proclivities…"
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Sandy snapped.
"It means that any logical person would conclude that Jeffrey O'Neill, or maybe some anonymous trick, left those marks on your neck… Not Jonathan Randall back from the dead!"
"I SAW HIM!" Sandy yelled.
"And you were drunk, were you not?" George yelled. "And you were high, were you not?"
"I still know what I saw!" Sandy yelled.
"Why would he do this?" George asked. "Why would he shoot Cassie Winslow and Joshua Lewis? Why wouldn't he have waited until Edmund was home and killed him?"
"I don't know!" Sandy yelled.
"Then how do you know that he did this?"
"He said that he had a plan!" Sandy yelled. "When he was strangling me, he said that he had a perfect plan, but that he just couldn't wait that long! He said that I was getting too close to Reva!"
"Then why didn't he target Reva?"
"I don't know!"
"Tell me, Sandy, why?"
"Maybe he thought that she would suffer more this way! He's sick… He's… He's fucking insane… He… He would think that way…"
"If he is so fucking insane, then why did you waste two years of your life with him? Or were you lying about that, too?"
"He saved my life!" Sandy yelled. "And I loved him! I loved him! I did!"
"Even though he was fucking insane?"
"I didn't have anybody else!"
"Maybe you're the one who's fucking insane…"
"Maybe…" Sandy said. "But I still know what I saw!"
"Maybe you're trying to pin this all on a dead guy so that you can get yourself off…"
Sandy's eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to protest, but found himself unable to form the words at the moment.
"Maybe Cassie and Joshua found out your dirty little secret…" George growled, his frigid glare stuck on Sandy's red, teary eyes. "Joshua never did like you much, did he? Maybe one of them found out and the other was just collateral damage... Maybe you knew that Reva would cut you out of her life the second that she found out the truth and so you decided to hurt her…"
"I LOVE REVA!" Sandy yelled, tears streaming down his face, his body shaking again.
"You're good with computers, right?" George said. "Previous arrests for hacking? Maybe you used a computer program to simulate Cassie's voice… Right… And if you spent two years of your life… Day in and day out with this psycho… Who you insist knows how to make bombs… Well, maybe you picked up a few tricks yourself, huh? Still angry at Jeffrey for breaking your heart all those years ago… You figured… Hey, why the hell not? Right… But the pure stroke of genius was planting the bomb at your own house to give yourself an alibi, see, that right there… That one I would've never thought of myself…"
"STOP IT!" Sandy cried. "I didn't do anything! I didn't do any of it! He tried to kill me! He tried to kill me and I passed out, but… But I can still remember the words that he was saying even when I was unconscious… And then… I woke up and Jeffrey was there… We went back to his car… And we… We…"
"He fucked you, didn't he?"
"YES!"
"With his hands around your neck?"
"YES!" Sandy cried. "But the marks were already there! Ask Jeffrey, you trust him, don't you? He saw them! The marks were already there! It was Jonathan! It was Jonathan! This whole damn thing, it was Jonathan!"
"Well…" George said, ignoring Sandy's words. "No plan is perfect, right…" he added, shrugging his shoulders mockingly. "I mean, what happened, Sandy? You chickened out at the last second? Decided that you didn't really want Jeffrey dead after all… Or was it just because he was there when you woke up? Any prick in a storm, right Sandy? Or were you just too fucking drunk to resist him? I mean… I know how you get when you're drunk, Sandy… I remember that one time… When we were just starting out with the investigation… You and Jeffrey weren't really together yet… Do you remember what you said to me? Right before I turned you down? I'll bet that you don't hear that one very often… You certainly didn't seem used to hearing no…"
"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" Sandy yelled, completely frustrated. "JONATHAN DID IT! I AM TELLING YOU THAT JONATHAN DID IT!"
"You are telling me, but you are not proving it to me!" George snapped. "I need some proof, Sandy! I need some fucking proof! You can't even give me a viable motive, can you? Why would Jonathan plant a bomb at Jeffrey's house?"
"I don't know!"
"He has no motive, does he?"
"Maybe he was jealous! He was always so possessive! Maybe he was jealous!"
"Jealous of what? Are you and Jeffrey back together? I thought that he didn't fuck you until after Jonathan was already long gone!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHY HE PLANTED IT!" Sandy screamed. "Please, George, I don't know!"
George moved behind Sandy again. He grabbed his arm roughly, shoving him against the bed on which the corpses still lied. Sandy tried to pull away from him, but George pushed his body against him, his grip still tight on his arm as he held him there. "Jeffrey said that you were talking to them earlier…" he said, his voice low. "Apologizing to them…"
Sandy shook as the tears began to stream down his face in full force.
"Why were you apologizing if you didn't do anything wrong?" George yelled. "You tell me, Sandy! You tell me why!"
"I did do something wrong!" Sandy cried. "I did… I did do something wrong by lying, but… I… I didn't hurt them, George… Please… I… I swear… Please, George… Please…"
George sighed frustratedly as he let Sandy go, watching as he pulled away from the bed quickly.
Sandy turned away from him, his body still shaking slightly as he tried his best to wipe the tears from his face.
George kept his gaze on Sandy, his next strategy quickly forming in his mind. "And if I said that I believed you that he was alive…" he said softly.
Sandy turned to face him again. "You… Have proof… Don't you?" He asked, his voice gone completely soft at the realization.
"Proof that he is alive isn't proof that he did anything, now is it?" George asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sandy looked at him incredulously. "You…" he started, not knowing what else to say.
"I'm surprised that Jeffrey didn't tell you before he left…" George said. "Of course… He was probably just trying to protect your ego… I mean to think that your first love would end up with the woman who the last guy you were with left you for… I mean, that's gotta hurt…"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sandy snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Well, apparently Ms. Marler was spotted at the airport with your ex…" George said, watching closely for the exact moment at which Sandy would snap. "And acting all touchy-feely…" He watched as Sandy's eyes narrowed in response. "I guess there is just something about that woman that is so irresistible…" George continued, licking his lips for particular emphasis. "I mean… She is just… God damn… She is just dripping with sex appeal…"
Sandy clenched his fists without even realizing it. He glared at the AD, still saying nothing.
"Can't really blame him for gettin' some of that, you know?" George said, his eyes locked onto Sandy's. "I mean, God knows I would've if she would've offered… And Jeffrey… Well… He certainly couldn't resist… But, then again, it's not like he was ever in love with you to begin with, I mean, come on…" He laughed, looking Sandy over. "YOU?"
Sandy glared at him more intently, half ready to knock George's lights out, but still managing to retain his self-control, if only by reminding himself that George was quite adept at mind games.
"He was just fixing you… He's like that you know… I mean why else would somebody need to be an FBI agent and a District Attorney at the same time? It's just to feed his hero complex… That's the only reason he even looked at you twice… Because you were so fucked up and broken… That's what you were to him… A project… To fix… Problem is… He just fixed you up too damned fast… And suddenly you weren't so weak any more… You were strong, because the illusion that you called his love had built you up… But there she was… Still so terribly fucked up… Still weak… Like a delicate little flower… Just waiting to be plucked…"
"JUST SHUT UP! YOU SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" Sandy screamed, unable to hold in his anger any longer. He swung at George, trying to punch him in the face, though George was much too quick to let that happen. He grabbed Sandy's arm, turning him around and twisting it painfully behind him.
"Sandy Foster…" George said, pulling out his handcuffs with his other hand and quickly snapping them onto Sandy's wrists. "You are under arrest for assaulting a Federal Officer…"
"George, stop it… You don't have to do this… Please…" Sandy begged, trying to pull away from him, his voice now more desperate than angry.
"You have the right to remain silent…" George said, completely ignoring his pleas. "Anything that you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"