"What did Sandy do this time?" Edmund asked, just wanting to get him out and get this over with.
"Actually, it's… It's not about him…" George answered hesitantly. "Not completely…"
"Well, what is it that's so goddamned important?"
"Are you aware of your fiancée's… Umm… Extracurricular activities?"
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Oh please, don't mince words with me."
"Are you aware that she was seeing another man?"
"We have an open relationship. Not that it's any of your business. Although if I had it my way, she would've found somebody much better than Jeffrey O'Neill."
"She told you that she's seeing Jeffrey O'Neill?"
"Not in so many words… We keep the others names out of it. But they seem to spend a lot of time together. Again, not that it's any of your business…"
"It's Joshua Lewis… The man that she's seeing… Not Jeffrey O'Neill."
A look of casual surprise came across Edmund's face. "Well, that is better, I suppose. But again, please remind me why this is any of your business. And what it has to do with my nephew being arrested."
George shook his head as he looked away from Edmund. "Well, I don't really know how to say this… I've done it a million times and still it never gets any easier…" he sighed, his gaze turning back to meet Edmund's once more. "Joshua Lewis was found dead early this morning… His body was found along with your fiancée's… Apparently… Umm… Apparently they were killed while being… Intimate…"
A volatile mixture of anger and hurt simmered within Edmund's gaze. "She's…" he muttered, unable to say anything more at the moment.
"She's gone…" George said, softly. "I'm sorry for your loss…"
Edmund felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach ached. That awful feeling of grief spreading throughout his body. Tears burned his eyes, but he forced himself to hold them back. He needed to stay somewhat coherent. He needed to know. "Who…" he asked softly, barely able to get the words out. "Who… Who… Who… Who could… Do such a thing?"
George sighed again as he kept his gaze on Edmund's. "I'm sorry Mr. Winslow…" he said. "But we don't have any definitive information at the moment."
"Oh, bullshit!" Edmund shouted, the words coming to him much easier now, in anger. "You must have a main suspect!"
"Well… Umm…" George stuttered. "The person that… That we are looking into right now is… Is… Jonathan Randall…"
"SANDY!" Edmund yelled, his face now even more contorted with rage.
"No… No… No…" George cut in. "Sandy isn't Jonathan Randall… He's… He's an imposter, and… And we are doing our best to track down the real one…"
Edmund's gaze shot straight through the other man's. "Imposter?" he asked, his voice seething with anger and confusion.
"Yes." George answered, almost hesitantly. "Sandy Foster is not your nephew."
But that didn't even begin to dilute Edmund's anger towards Sandy. His gaze on George hardened even more, something of a growl leaving his lips before he stormed off to Sandy's holding cell.
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"Come on, Sandy…" Tammy spoke softly, her hand gripping her cousin's. "I'm your cousin and your best friend… You… You can tell me anything…"
Sandy's eyes were locked onto hers. His gaze heavy with pain and regret. "But, you see, that's just it, Tammy…" he spoke, his voice gone even softer than hers. "I'm… I'm… I'm…" he swallowed nervously, not even sure that he could get the words out of his mouth. "I'm… Not your cousin…" he finally managed to whisper.
Tammy's grip went limp, her hand dropping Sandy's as her eyes widened in confusion. "Just what… What… What are you saying to me?"
Sandy swallowed nervously again, wanting so desperately to look away, though something about her gaze managed to hold him. "I… I stole his life, Tammy… I… I'm not… Jonathan Randall… I… I'm just… Sandy… Sandy… Sandy Foster…"
"You… You've been lying to me this whole time?" She asked, tears stinging her eyes as her voice went even softer. "You… You've been… Lying to my… Whole… Family…" She stepped away from the bars, her gaze leaving his completely as she stared down at the floor, searching for the right words to say next but completely unable to find them.
The place filled with an awkward silence until angry, charging footsteps could be heard approaching. And approaching fast. "What the hell were you thinking?" Edmund's voice filled with malice as he grabbed Sandy by the shirt collar and jerked him against the bars. "You stole his life? You stole his life? What the hell were you thinking?"
Sandy yelped as he could feel his head clang against the metal. His eyes went wide and pleading as he tried to fix his gaze onto Tammy's.
Tammy was livid. And still, she needed Edmund to stop. Needed to talk to Sandy. Needed to know why he would do something like this. Needed to hear all of the reasons behind his lies. "Edmund, please…" she said softly, her body almost trembling. "Please stop…"
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Edmund only began to shake Sandy more violently. "You did this!" He screamed. "You did this! You did this! You did this!"
Tammy gripped Edmund's arm, trying desperately to pull him away from the bars. "Uncle Edmund, stop!" she yelled.
Edmund's rage was only just beginning to build. He jerked his arm roughly. Roughly enough to send Tammy stumbling onto the ground. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched him, so afraid at seeing him like this again. She sat, shaking for a few moments before she was finally able to pull herself off of the ground. She wiped her eyes; her gaze meeting with Sandy's once more before she ran out of the room.
"You stole his life!" Edmund yelled, jerking Sandy against the bars again, the clang of his head against the metal barely registering in Edmund's ears. "What the hell were you thinking?"
Sandy yelped in pain as he felt himself again jerked against the bars, he struggled against Edmund and finally managed to break free from his grip, his shirt ripping, most of it still left in tatters in Edmund's hand. "I may have stolen his life!" he panted, his eyes burning with tears of pain and anger. "But you're the one who tried to take it!"
Edmund's eyes went wide at Sandy's accusation. "Don't you put the blame for this on me…" he growled. "You're the one… You're the one who did this! You're the one that pushed him into this!"
"I may have pushed him over the edge!" Sandy huffed. "But if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't've even been on it in the first place!"
"No! No! No!" Edmund yelled, his voice even angrier now. "No! No! No! No!"
"YES!" Sandy growled, his gaze now just as hardened as Edmund's.
"Oh? Oh?" Edmund stuttered. "Oh, what the hell do you know?"
"What the hell do I know? I know… I know… I know… I know that if there were any justice in this world that we would both be dead! He would have targeted me and you! Just me and you! Cassie and Josh would still be alive! He never would've planted that bomb at Jeffrey's house!"
"Jeffrey is dead?"
"No, but he would be if he had been home! Jonathan thought that he was Richard! Richard, the father who had to abandon him because of YOU! You! You did this Edmund! You did this! You killed your fiancée! You killed Tammy's mother! You killed Cassie!"
"NO!" Edmund growled, reaching through the bars and grabbing Sandy by the arm. "You did this! You did this! You did this!" He jerked Sandy roughly against the bars over and over again, completely unable to contain his growing rage, the words leaving his mouth like a twisted mantra as he repeated them over and over again, just listening to Sandy scream and watching his desperate struggling.
George ran into the room with Tammy pulling his arm, his eyes on Sandy, a part of him wanting to let Edmund continue in hopes of getting more information out of him. But even George had his limits. "That is enough!" He finally yelled, grabbing Edmund roughly and trying to pull him off of Sandy.
"He did this!" Edmund yelled, trying to push George off of him.
"Mr. Winslow, if you don't stop this right now, then I am going to have to arrest you…" George growled.
Edmund jerked Sandy roughly against the bars one more time before finally loosing him from his grip, his breathing heavy, eyes burning with anger as he watched Sandy quickly retreating to the corner of the cell. "You are going to pay for this, Sandy." he growled. "And that is a promise." He pushed George away from him and moved towards Tammy.
Tammy looked up at him, traces of tears still visible in her eyes as she took him lightly by the arm. "Edmund, can we please… Just… Get out of here?" she asked softly.
Edmund pulled Tammy against him and kissed her softly on the head, his anger forced down into a quiet resignation. His better judgment returned, at least for the moment. "Come on…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he took her hand and led her out of the police station.