Chapter Thirty

"Where the hell is that bastard?" John demanded of Bo the second he and Natalie walked into the station.

Once again Natalie put a comforting hand on his arm, as Bo came over towards them. "John, you need to calm down, getting yourself all worked up like this isn't going to help anyone."

"Bo, the bastard killed my father…. Shot him in cold blood…."

"And he will pay for that…." Natalie said softly. "Have they brought in Margaret yet Uncle Bo?" Natalie asked referring to the cops who had been watching her until they brought Spencer in.

Bo nodded. "As soon as we got word Spencer had boarded the plane. But, there was no sign of the baby and she's seems to have amnesia. Hugh has been in there with her for hours, and she claims she has no memory of Todd, her pregnancy, or the Spencer."

"That a load of bull…." John snapped angrily.

Once again she rubbed his arm. "It's not impossible… remember the conditioning Cris suffered at the hands of Tico? What about Spencer? Where is he now?"

"We have booked him and put him in interrogation room one, but he's not talking." Bo replied.

"Did he ask for a lawyer?" John asked finally seeming to have regained control of his emotions.

"No, but he's claiming this is a mistake and refusing to answer my questions."

"I think I should go in and talk to him," Natalie said in determination. Before John or Bo could protest she rushed on, "We all know that if either one of you go in there he is going to keep pleading innocent, and John your in no position to do something you might later regret. You guys heard Paige, Spencer used to feel like he had some sort of connection to me because we both 'escaped' the Buchanan's. Plus, maybe knowing I am the eye witness will rattle him into trying to convince me to keep quiet."

John and Bo looked at each other for a few seconds as if seeing what the other thought. Finally, remembering how good she had been with Alison Perkins John gave a slight nod and Bo sighed. "10 minutes Natalie. That's all you have."

Surprised that they had both gone for her plan, Natalie quickly moved toward the interrogation room not wanting to give them time to change their minds. As she entered the small, cement room, Spencer looked up at her in a combined look of confusion and surprise. "Ms. Buchanan I had to admit this is quite a surprise. I wasn't aware that in the week I was away from town you managed to become a police officer." Spencer remarked dryly as Natalie made her way into the room.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not an officer." Natalie took a seat across from him and stared directly into his cold, dark eyes unable to believe that this monster in front of her was related to her.

"Well whatever your role in the investigation is, you are wasting your time with me. As I told the Commissioner, I had nothing to do with the deaths of Walter Balsom, Thomas McBain, or your kidnapping. This is an obvious Witch Hunt orchestrated by the Llanview PD and I can assure you I will be filing a complaint."

"Witch hunt, Uncle Spence? Doesn't that seem a little bit dramatic?" Seeing the somewhat shocked expression that came over his face, Natalie just smirked. "It's okay that I call you that right? I mean it seems only right as you are my uncle…"

"Though I have no idea what you're talking about, I think it's time I call my Lawyer."

Natalie just laughed. "Sounds like a good idea with all the evidence they have against you."

"I may be a Doctor but I am well aware of my rights. This interview is over."

"What interview? I told you, I'm not an officer. I'm just a concerned niece coming to visit her beloved uncle…. I mean that's how it was back when I was a child wasn't it?"

Spencer started to squirm but remained silent so Natalie took this as her cue to continue talking. "I mean from what I heard, you and I were pretty close. The two people who had been screwed over by the mighty Buchanan's. In your eyes, that bonded us, didn't it?"

"You heard wrong." His composure was starting to slip.

"Really? See, I've never really been a fan of your brother or ex-wife, but they really don't strike me as the types to risk perjury charges."

Now it was Spencer's turn to laugh, "If all your supposed evidence comes from the mouth of an angry ex, and a jealous brother, then I assure you my lawyer will have a field day with this department."

Once again, she just smirked at him. "That would have been the case, except that as we speak Margaret Cochran is being offered a deal to roll on you." Natalie said leaving out the fact that the other woman was claiming amnesia.

"Again, the word of a woman who not only kidnapped a man but faked her own death? I highly doubt this will even get to the grand jury." The fact that Spencer didn't seem fazed by this news made it clear to Natalie that he was behind Margaret's amnesia.

Knowing it was finally time to drop the biggest bombshell, Natalie stood up and looked down at him. "You know what you are probably right. This case wouldn't have seen the inside of a courtroom…. But that was before the eyewitness."

"Eyewitness? You can't have eye witnesses to something that only happened in your imagination." But even though his words were strong his face had paled and his voice was less confident.

"Next time you shoot a man in cold blood try not to do it in front of a five year old child."

Spencer was shaken to the core but knew he couldn't reveal an ounce of emotion. He was positive John was looking in judging his reaction, looking for any sign of guilt. playing it like he was confused he said with a slightly shaky laugh, "What…. What are you talking about?"

"Hypnosis is such a wonderful thing isn't it Dr? I mean to be able to recall such traumatic memories from deep within the subconscious? An absolutely mind blowing science if you ask me…." Taking in the horrified look on Spencer's face, Natalie nodded. "Yup, that's right Uncle Spencer, I remember everything. I remember how you used me to lure Thomas McBain to his death, and how you shot him right in front of me. And I can assure you that you are going to pay for what you did to John and his family. I can not wait for the day of your execution, because uncle or not, I will be sitting there in the front row watching in pleasure as you take your last breath." With those final words, Natalie moved toward the exit of the room, but Spencer was faster and before she even realized what was happening he came up behind her and held a sharp pocket knife to her throat.