Chapter 35

Sue stared unseeing at her computer screen with a frown the size of Kentucky. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Jack approaching her. He folded his arms across his chest. Sue looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"This case. There has to be a way that we can find Don Taylor. Nobody just disappears into thin air, Jack."

He leaned against her desk and peered down at her. "Apparently our good buddy Don would like to test that theory." Jack sighed. "I know how you feel. I want this guy, and I feel like we almost have him…but I just don't know where else to look."

Sue straightened. "When we chatted with Jonathan Taylor, he said that his father had called him a few days before the fire, right?"

"Yeah…"

Myles appeared beside Jack, "You guys have something?"

D, hearing them talking, came to join them as well, followed by Lucy. Sue answered, "I'm not sure," she stood up. "We're all agreeing that Jonathan had nothing to do with this?"

All heads turned to Myles. "What?" He asked incredulously. "I don't always disagree with you."

"Anyways, what does Greg Taylor do for a living?"

"I'll get on it." Lucy rushed over to her computer.

"Get Mavis's too, while you're at it." Jack called.

"Yep."

"What are you thinking?" D asked Sue.

"Okay, well, it seems to me that his children are involved quite a bit – he found Bobby and Tara because Jon had said something to him."

Lucy's phone rang and she picked it up. The whole team watched as Lucy listened, gave her thanks and hung up the phone. She rushed over to the fax machine as a paper began to slid out of the machine. Lucy ripped it out and walked back to the group. "It's confirmed – the second body found at Don's is his wife: Ashley Taylor, maiden name Baxter. Killed by a single blow to the head."

"Murder weapon?" Myles asked, standing next to Lucy.

"Take a guess."

"We don't have time for twenty questions."

"Tire wrench."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "It fits. The lab sure took long enough."

"I was there this morning," Lucy said, "they're swamped. Anyways, it seems that Greg Taylor works at 'Evergreens', a local lumber yard."

"Does that fit into your theory?" Jack asked Sue.

"Where does Mavis work for a living?"

Lucy replied, "Richmond Hotel, she was recently transferred here from Florida."

"Okay…" Sue bit her lip, "Well, the way I see it, Don loves his children, and they love him. Don waited to murder Ashley after he had three children, and he didn't kill Chloe when he could've."

"But now because he feels like it he goes all psycho on her?" Myles asked sceptically.

"Hold on," D held up a hand, "When we were in Florida for a vacation, we stayed at the Richmond Hotel. If Sue's right, then Mavis might have slipped something to her Pa that Connie McGee was staying there; that's how he found her in the first place."

"Soo, his children play a big role in this, whether they like it or not." Jack rubbed his chin with his thumb, seriously beginning to hate this man more and more. Who uses his own flesh and blood to destroy another person's life? His eyes widened, "Don obviously takes pride in his kids and family, do we all agree?"

Heads nodded.

"Okay, so what if Don didn't kill Connie to get even…what if he killed her because it was shaming him? Mavis, Greg and Jon are his kids, Chloe isn't, but he's still connected to her because he loved her mother."

"So, he eliminates anything that doesn't fit perfectly into his world." Lucy said, "He probably killed Ashley because he wanted Connie to be the mother of his children, but when she dumped him…"

"Psycho Don is revealed." Myles said, almost inaudibly.

They all looked at one person to the next, stunned by what they had found. "Now what do we do with this information?" Sue frowned.

"We find Psycho Don." Jack answered simply. "If children mean so much to him, we should be looking for places where he used to always go with the children when they were kids. Cabins, campgrounds, beaches…"

"Hold up, a sec," Myles frowned. "Do we know the date of Ashley's death?"

"We found a couple diary's at Don's place that appeared to be his," D answered. He crossed the room and rummaged through a cardboard box. "Got it!" He jogged over to the group. Flipping pages, he quickly scanned the words, closing it a few minutes later, "He doesn't say anything about it."

"Wait," Sue said, "Luce, can I have the fax?"

"Sure," Lucy handed it to her.

She signed thanks. "They placed the time and date of death around…" Sue skimmed over the page. "D, does it say anything about any anniversary with Connie that might be around…late April, early May?"

D threw the pages from one side of the torn book to the other, "Yeah, their one month anniversary was on April 25. Why?"

Sue rubbed her forehead, "Don killed his wife as a tribute to Connie. Ashley was killed around that date, it's next to impossible – if not – to find the exact date of death, but, she was reported missing by Jonathan on April 26."

Sue involuntarily shivered when a cool breeze flirted with her blonde hair. The setting sun was casting an eerie glow through the red, orange and yellow leaves. She pulled her black coat tighter around her body with her free hand, the other one holding Levi's leash. The park was a beautiful place to be this time of the year; the colors were bright, sending energy throughout your veins, but it was also calming at the same time.

Sue was grateful that she had even this little time to enjoy the outdoors. The case was affecting every aspect of her life these days. She could squeeze in two meals a day – if she was lucky. Otherwise she would live off of granola bars that Jack force-fed down her throat.

Sue supposed that she should be thankful for that, unless she wanted to starve to death before they could even find Don Taylor – or the nose on her face, for that matter.

Levi suddenly lunged forward, jerking Sue's arm. When she looked ahead she understood why. Jack was jogging through the park. When he saw her he redirected his path towards her. Sue finally regained control of Levi and settled him down.

"Hey, Sue." Jack slowly calm to a halt.

"Hi. What are you doing out here?" Sue mentally kicked herself, Dumb question to ask a man whose jogging.

"Going for a jog."

"Oh. I see."

Jack smiled, enjoying the awkward situation, unlike Sue. "Want to go out for a pizza?" He asked suddenly.

Sue smiled. "Sure. I'd like that."

Sue pressed a napkin against the slice of pepperoni pizza. It was instantly soaked with grease. "What are you doing?" Jack stared at her with wide eyes.

"De-greasing it."

"You're ruining it!"

Sue sighed, "I'm not ruining it, Jack. You're the one filling their lungs with pure grease."

Jack exhaled and shook his head disappointedly. "Amateurs."

"It's no wonder why you need to jog everyday if you eat that."

"I think I resent that."

"It's a shame that I don't care, isn't it?" Sue smirked.

"You're horrible."

Sue shrugged and took a large bite from her grease free pizza, ending the conversation. Jack let out a short laugh and followed suit.

Once again, Sue was sitting across from Mavis, Jack slowly walking around the small room. This time D was also in the room, leaning against the wall in a comfortable looking position, even though Jack and Sue both knew that every nerve in his body was on end.

"Are you ready to talk yet, or should we give you another day or two?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Uhh, no." Mavis looked terrified. "I'll talk, but, uh, first, umm, I apologize for the way I acted, uh, last time. I was drunk."

"Oh we knew that." Jack reassured, his eyebrows raised and lips pursed together.

"You can start with why you called the police a few weeks ago," Sue insisted.

"O-okay. Umm, well, I think I was, umm, drunk. Again."

"Sounds like you might have a little problem," D raised his eyebrows.

"I-I know. Well, I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew that my father was messing with the law, I just couldn't prove it. I always had a feeling that he had something to do with my Moms disappearance, but every time I brought it up…he would just tell me to trust him. Johnny and I were always suspicious of him, but Greggy, he pretty much worshipped our dad. He was his hero."

"Why didn't you come to the police sooner?"

"I didn't know what to say. I think my dad killed my wife, but I can't prove it and neither could the FBI when I was six. And, oh yeah – I basically hung Connie and her daughter out the window for Dad to see."

"You're telling us that you did tell Don that Connie was staying at the hotel?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, as soon as it was out of my mouth I knew I had made a huge mistake. I tried to get to Connie and her daughter, but I couldn't find them anywhere." Mavis breathed in a shaky breath. "I'm so sorry."

Sue smiled soothingly, "We know. But now we need your help."

Mavis looked up, "Sure, I'll do anything."

"We need to find your father," D leaned his hands on the metal table. "Is there any place where he might go to hide?"

"Uhh," Mavis racked her mind, "there was a cabin that he used to always take us to. It's not ours anymore, but he might be there."

Jack stood across from D, "Where is it?"

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