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Secret Past

Chapter 11 – Asking For Help

Jordan headed off to the morgue with Emily while Woody proceeded to the evidence locker. Here we go again, he thought. Back out on a limb for her, he knew this was dangerous, even stupid. This could give Zach Smith's lawyer the idea that they didn't have all the evidence they claimed they did, but she knew how to get him to agree and since they were married her control had gotten even stronger.

"Jordan what is Emily doing here?" Lily asked as Jordan exited the elevator carrying the little infant in her arms.

"Thought she'd like a tour." Jordan grinned. "Actually Woody is busy with something at the moment so I brought her here until he gets here."

Lily smiled and looked down at Emily who was nestled deeply into her mother's arms. Jordan quickly went to her office, so not to attract too much attention, she didn't want questions. Nigel came in, "Well if it isn't little Emily Hoyt," he said with a grin. "Training her kind of young don't you think Jordan?"

Jordan grinned. "Actually, I'm glad you're here I need a favour."

"Oh really, I'm not much of a babysitter."

"No, that's not it. You assisted in the Zach Smith case right?"

"Yes, I hear you won't charge your kidnapper."

"Well, it's all intertwined Nige."

"So where do I fit in?"

"Woody and I are going back to the crime scene because I believe the weapon that killed the Smith's is hidden in that house. I think I can solve that case. I was hoping you would help us."

"Jordan, that isn't our case and we don't have the bodies or the autopsy reports."

"Yes, but if we find the murder weapon, maybe they'll cooperate. Oh, and you don't even need to ask, this will definitely stay under the Macy radar."

Nigel gave her a look of concern. "Love, are you sure this isn't hitting too close to home?"

"I know what it's like to lose your parents and not know how they died. I don't want him to spend the next 28 years searching for his parents' killer. If I could find out who killed my mom, just have the case solved, then I could finally let go of my past and have peace of mind, but without it, I'll always have the thought in the back of my mind."

Nigel knew argument would be pointless, he assumed Woody had already lost. "Sometimes, in life there just aren't answers Jordan, Sometimes, you just have to let go of the past that confines you. We are all faced with one giant question. What if you can't find his parents' killer? Then you have just gotten his hopes up for nothing."

"I know all of this."

At the precinct Woody checked out the keys and then his captain called him into his office. "Hoyt, why, when you have 2 weeks off, are you in the evidence locker?"

"Well sir, the ME's were hoping to search the Smith residence one more time, to make sure they had enough evidence to prove, beyond reasonable doubt, that Smith murdered his wife."

"I thought we got a confession."

"They just want to be sure, sir."

"That doesn't explain why you are here."

"Well, it was my case sir and I want to make sure all the necessary evidence is collected."

"Hoyt, go home and send Det. Framus over to the morgue with the keys. She can look after the investigation until you return."

"Yes sir," He said.

"Roz, want to assist me with something?" Woody asked with a grin.

"Does it involve hiding a body?" she joked.

"I need you to come over to the morgue with me. I'll explain on the way."