Chapter Four

The Craftsman…

An hour later…

Alan sighed as he looked through the papers that Ron had given him and Stan, who had to go home as he had to take care of other matters relating to their business but he promised he would come back later in the evening to help look over what Ron had given them.

Margaret was next to him on the couch, doing her own work, looking just as tired as he felt but he kept that to himself. Years of marriage had taught him that it was the best that way and just be there for her if she needed a break.

To top off the people bringing work home, Charlie was across the room, grading papers, trying to get ahead of midterms and had been busy ever since.

Watching Charlie work made Alan wonder about Don again, like what was he doing now, and if he was with people who cared about him. People who didn't judge him for who he was and what he did and if he was even happy.

Maybe he should find some way to contact him…

Before he could think any more of the subject, there was knocking on the door, making Alan wonder who it could possibly be, as Stan wouldn't be coming this soon, as he would have called to say he was on his way.

'Must have forgotten to call.' Alan thought to himself as he went to open the door, only to find that it wasn't Stan but a police officer, which only added to his confusion.

"May I help you officer?" Alan asked after a moment.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I am afraid we need to talk to you about two people who were found dead earlier this evening." The younger man, Officer Martinez, said

"Of course, let me get my coat and I will be on my way there." Alan said, still confused as to what that had to do with him.

He quickly got his coat, with Margaret assuring him that she'll let Stan know about the situation in case Stan showed up before Alan came back, which Alan hoped wasn't the case but was still grateful to his wife.

As he followed the cop, Alan wondered whose deaths could have possibly warranted this and if it were people he actually knew and hoped this wasn't going to cause trouble.

Station…

While Alan was being led to the morgue to see if he actually knew the people, he spotted a blond-haired woman wearing a pantsuit standing there, making him wonder why she was there and if it meant anything.

When he reached the window to take a look at the bodies, he was immediately taken aback when they were revealed: Sarah Lane and John Mercer, the very same people he and Stan saw this afternoon.

"What happened?" Alan managed after a few moments of shock, as despite the problems he and Stan have had with them, they didn't deserve this.

"We don't know yet, sir." Martinez said, "That's what we are working on."

"So why was I brought here?" Alan wanted to know

"Because you and your business partner were one of the last ones to see them." The blonde woman said.

"Sorry, who are you?" Alan asked, still trying to process everything

"Apologies, I am Special Agent Terry Lake." The woman introduced herself, "I am here on the case as there are some questions the FBI wants to know about what happened to these two."

Alan closed his eyes, as he was now realizing that those two people may or may not have been involved with something they shouldn't and how the FBI is involved.

'I may have to call Margaret just in case.' Alan thought as he was led to a room to be interviewed.

That and the FBI agent's name sounded familiar but knew it was best not to say anything and he was more familiar with what was going on as he spotted Stan also being led to another room, making him wonder if the call would soon become necessary.

'Just my luck.' Alan thought bitterly as he waited for the interviewers to ask their questions and it soon became apparent it was going to take longer than he would have thought and he now had the feeling that he and Stan might be suspects.

'I just hope that things don't get any worse than this.' Alan thought