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Chapter 3 – Stranger than Fiction

"Where are we on locating this Sylvia person?" D asked the unit assembled in the bullpen.

"Well, according to hospital records, Sylvia was the middle name of Boon's mother. She passed away when Boon was just a baby though." Tara explained.

"The Sylvia we're looking for is supposed to be much younger than Boon though," Sue disputed. "Patsy knew about Boon's affairs, maybe she knew who this Sylvia person was."

"I doubt it was just a simple affair though," Bobby countered. "If it was I doubt Boon would be shelling out millions of dollars for her."

"I contacted Bracewood Academy about students from the last ten to fifteen years. Apparently there has only ever been seven Asian girls named Sylvia in that time." Lucy piped up.

"We should take over their pictures and yearbooks, see if Thomas could point her out for us." Eric said to Sue.


Kristen entered the community center skating rink where crowds of people were gathered for a fun-skate fundraiser Steve's company organized. She beamed and waved to Steve when she saw him and Jack at the other end, talking and lacing up their skates. The place was decorated with soft lots and balloons and had been transformed beautifully. Sylvia came into the community center slightly out of breath and caught up with Kristen.

"Sorry, parking was kind of hard to find." She apologized.

"That's all right. You got your skates?" Kristen asked.

"Yup, I can't believe you convinced me to come." She asked.

"It didn't take a lot, all I had to do was mention Trevor was coming and you were practically demanding a list of places you could buy skates from. Plus, it's for Charity." Kristen teased.

"That is just a product of your overactive imagination." Sylvia countered.

"Oh come on, I see the two of you together whenever we hang out. You guys can't stop talking to one another."

"Well, we're just very good conversationalists." Sylvia countered.

Kristen rolled her eyes. "Well then get those talking points ready cause here they come."

Steve and Jack approached them and Steve gave his wife a kiss. He beamed as he looked around at the people assembled around. "Well, I guess there are still lots of die-hard fans out there who's willing to come out for the summer."

"Well, who can resist a little time with the ice?" Kristen beamed. She linked arms with Sylvia and dragged her off to put on their skates. After they were finished Kristen led Sylvia onto the ice. "Come on girl, show us what you got!" Kristen demanded.

Sylvia walked onto the ice tentatively. "Oh, this is not cool."

"Actually it's pretty cold if you ask me." Jack teased as he skated in front of her.

"You're a riot, Tomlin." She said to him with a straight face as she struggled to skate. A couple of kids racing on the rink sped by her, one of them knocking into her gently. Unfortunately Sylvia did not have the coordination and balance she expected and found herself about to fall onto the ice. Jack skated over and caught her before she collided with the ice.

"Careful there. I know you think you're something like Superwoman but I doubt you're immune from a couple of ice-induced bruises." Jack joked.

"Ah yes, something you know a thing or two about I reckon?" Sylvia countered.

"Hey! Be nice, I just saved you from a rather nasty fall." Jack replied. He stood in front of her and held Sylvia's hands as he skated backwards. "Come on, just one step at a time, it's simple."

"Easy for you to say, you're a seasoned veteran at this." Sylvia argued.

"Are you calling me old?" Jack mocked being offended. "If you prefer we can go back to falling, that seems pretty easy."

Sylvia looked up at Jack and smiled. "Actually, it's a lot harder than it looks."


"Hmm…no, that's not her…definitely not her either." Thomas said as he leafed through the pictures of the yearbook looking for the mysterious Sylvia.

"Are you sure?" Sue asked somewhat discouraged.

Thomas nodded. "I could never forget that face. So young yet so…aged and weathered," he flipped a page over and then stopped. "Ah, yes that's her. That's got to be here, right there." She said pointing to a picture.

Eric looked at the picture and at the name underneath it. "Leanne Kida." He looked to Thomas. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive." Thomas nodded.


Excitement and adrenaline was in the air as Jack played hockey with his friends at the community center ice rink. This was one of the very few activities from his former life that he was still able to enjoy and he soaked up every single minute of it. He would never be able to forgive himself if he allowed his hockey skills to decrease over the years. His team cheered as he scored the winning goal for the game and they all rushed over to pile on him.

"Ouch! Let's not forget I was hospitalized just last month!" Jack cried out from underneath.

His friends laughed and helped him off from the ice as they skated off to shake hands with the opposing team.

"So, you and Sylvia have been hanging out a lot lately." Steve said to him.

Jack unlaced his skates and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. She's quite something." He said with a smile.

"So? Are you guys going out now or something?" Steve pressed.

Jack laughed. "I don't know. I guess it's possible."

"Possible! Jack, you either are or you aren't! What seems to be the problem?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. It's just…well complicated. I mean…she is younger than I am and we've only known each other a couple of months—"

"Number one, she's already 27. Number two, here's your chance to know her better." Steve reasoned.

"All right, all right." Jack laughed. "You're a lot more passionate about this than I am."

Steve frowned. "You're a pal, Trev. I mean how old are you? I mean you don't look that old, I'm just saying. You know…you've been single for awhile and…we just want to see you happy that's all."

"I know…it's just. I don't know if I'm ready exactly." Jack said honestly.

"Well I mean what's the harm in getting a cup of coffee right? Worst case scenario is that you just end up adding another friend to your endless list." Steve teased.

Jack raised a brow and laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."


"Leanne Kida, what can you tell us about her?" Bobby demanded from Patsy.

Patsy sat in the FBI interrogation room, her hands clutching her face. "That little bitch. Just hearing the name makes my blood boil."

"She was just a kid Patsy, why all the hate towards her huh?" Myles asked.

"We were all just kids back then," Patsy spat back. "I knew something was going on between them. Even though she was ten years younger than he was that didn't seem to stop him."

"He bought her gifts…rather expensive ones," Myles said showing her a picture of the necklace. "Why would she decide to disappear all of a sudden?"

Patsy scoffed. "Because she's just as afraid of Sam as I am. At least we have that in common."

"What did she do?"

"She betrayed the Shens. She was always so morally opposed to what they were doing, ranting on and on about how it was tearing her apart and how all she wanted to do was help people. She wanted to go to medical school but Sam wouldn't let her. So, she went anyway. She stole money from Sam and Boon and ran off. It pissed Sam off to no ends and they blamed me for it."

"Why did they blame you?" Bobby asked.

"Because I was supposed to watch her. When she first came in she was placed under my care." Patsy said with contempt.

"When she left…that must have torn Boon up quite a bit." Myles stated.

"He was broken up. He had this sick obsession with her, even called her by his mom's middle name. And he blamed me for her leaving. For her betrayal." Patsy said.

"Boon is dead…we found her necklace around him." Bobby explained.

"That wouldn't surprise me. She's always been a weird one."

"Is she capable of murder?" Myles asked.

"Well…that little bitch is capable of anything now isn't she?"

"But…why in the world if she was opposed to being in the Triads would she hire someone to murder someone who took care of her?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

Patsy stopped herself and looked around nervously. She sighed. "Fine…before she left she wanted Boon to go with her. But Boon had too much loyalty to Sam so…he said no and he said that he was going to get back together with me. She went berserk and trashed our apartment," she took in breath. "And he didn't love her. She was just a nice piece of ass for him."

Bobby and Myles left the interrogation room and joined D at the other side of the glass. "Well, do we believe her?"

"I've always been reluctant to take the word of a jealous girlfriend," Myles said. "But I don't see how it couldn't be plausible."

"You think after ten years she would still have enough resentment towards Boon to hire someone to kill him?" D asked.

"Or it might be an act of vigilantism. She was wrought with guilt over the crimes Boon and the Shens committed that she felt the need to lash back." Bobby suggested.

"Two wrongs don't make a right. Well, either way I want to hear it straight from the horses' mouth. Tara did some digging and she might have found Leanne."

"Where is she?"

"In Hartbridge," D said handing them a file. "She's a medical intern under the name of Sylvia Shaun."

Bobby looked up in surprise at the name. Hartbridge. He was sure that's where Jack was. Before he could give the issue more thought Tara stepped in.

"Guys…the ballistics report is ready."


"It was a professional hit from the looks of it." Tara explained to the others as she looked over the ballistics report.

The ballistics expert stepped forward, holding a manila folder. "I ran the bullet through the system. It was shaved at the side leaving a very noticeable pattern. Perhaps, the Hit-man's trademark."

"Any matches in the database?" D inquired.

"Only one…an open case from a couple of years ago." He answered somewhat reluctantly.

"Who?" Myles asked.

The ballistics expert took in a deep breath and seemed hesitant. Sue looked at him with curiousity and concern. She reached out her hand for the folder in his hands and he reluctantly handed it over to her. She opened it and skimmed through the first page and her face visibly fell. Clearing her throat she looked to the others. "The murder of Special Agent Jack Hudson." She announced.