Chapter 4: A Brotherly Situation
"Keep on him. Keep on him, for god's sake!" Detective Tripp yelled into his radio. "We've been chasing this guy for about and hour, and it's time for it to end. It's now or never. Aim for the tires, and fire at will when you're ready." Behind the detective were, in two hummers, the CSI team. They were chasing a man suspected to be involved in the Lilli Blackwell case. Finally, after what seemed like a million shots, the man pulled over at the Wolfe Warehouse, his tires deflating rapidly. The man had apparently wanted to go there anyways, deflated tires or not. Then, out came the man Ryan never wanted to see again (besides his parents): Brad Foster, his brother. Apparently, Brad recognized him as well, because he said, "Hey, little bro. You here to bail me out? I mean, these guys are chasing me. Or are you under arrest, too?" he drawled, sniggering. Horatio, sensing a once again murderous Ryan, raised his hand, and Frank took him to the police car.
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Ryan clearly wanted to pummel his twin brother. Or maybe throttle him. Either way, he was clearly morbid about it. Just then, Calliegh walked in. "What's eating you?" she asked in her 'Calliegh Duquesne Concerned' voice. Ryan inwardly sighed. He knew this would come sooner or later. After staring at Calliegh for a minute, he said, "What do you mean? I'm fine." Calliegh didn't seem to believe it. "Who is he, Ryan? How does he know you?" she said quietly and carefully. Ryan sighed again. "His name is Bradley. Kuris. Foster. He worked at the Wolfe Warehouse with the other thirteen family members." Calliegh's eyes widened. "Th – thirteen?" she stuttered. Again, Ryan sighed. "Let me see…" he said, squinting his eyes in thought. "There was Lenna, mom, dad, Burt, Cara, Sandra, Andrea, Kelli, Malerie, Jessi, Robert, Kennie, and Auntie Auburn." He said, quickly adding, "And me and Brad. We all worked at the warehouse, making hurricane shutters, hammocks, canopies, curtains, tablecloths, etcetera." Calliegh nodded and muttered, "Oh." Ryan continued. "When I was little, money was tight. So we made a little market in our garage. Eggs. Lemonade. Farm milk. Corn. Apples, and every other thing we could think of that people would enjoy. Pay was good, and we were able to keep the house paid off. Then, dad decided people should start to protect their house, and it was more important than eating your serving of fruits and vegetables. Mom filed for divorce after about a month of putting up with dad coming home late, getting drunk and giving her a tip for her 'nice rack.' So we worked back and forth, and we barely had enough time to do our homework. I somehow scheduled it in, but Brad was way behind." He finished. Calliegh was speechless for a moment, then said, "But you can't let your anger get the better of you, Ryan. Try and control it, okay?" She said. Ryan nodded. But as she walked toward the door, Ryan called her back. "Yeah?" she asked. Ryan sighed one more time. "I can't do this case." Calliegh was taken aback. "Why?" she asked. Ryan looked straight at her, and said, "Lilli's my cousin."