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Chapter Twenty-Six: Delivery for Halstead.
Slamming his hands onto the top, Jay could not bring himself to care at the concerned looks that he was being given by his team; his eyes staring at the map hating that they seemed no closer to discovering where Edward had buried Caitlyn. Even after leaving the house where Caitlyn had been held, they had come to a dead-end and the area where Edward had been was just too great for them to cover in the short amount of time that they had left. The time on the clock was ticking down and Jay did not even want to consider what would happen when it reached zero; he would not accept defeat not when there was always a chance.
"Halstead. What have I said about having parcels delivered to the district?" Trudy called appearing at the top of the stairs with a FedEx box in her hands, she was far from amused by this even with him distracted by the case and with so much at stake. She was not a receptionist nor was she his assistant, she did not need to bring him things and she could have easily sent the box away and refused to take it; it was only due to how stressed he was that she had accepted.
Jay looked at the box in Trudy's hands confused, he did not think he had had anything delivered to the precinct especially when he had not been expecting to return until Caitlyn had been found. He mumbled an apology and took the parcel from her, his hands turning the box over in his hands and tried to think what it might be; nothing came to mind and he slowly started to open it to find a USB key and a tape recorder.
It did not make any sense to him and he turned to look at Mouse who seemed just as confused as he did; he handed over the USB before pressing play on the tape recorder only to be greeted by Outside Chance by The Turtles. The room was silent as they listened to the mocking song that played from the recorder, none of the team in doubt who had sent the package to Jay; they stared at the recorder until Jay pressed stop. None of them wanted to speak and Alvin stared down at his hands knowing that this was his doing, this was what his brother did and he could not imagine what they were going to do now.
"The USB contains a link to a website," Mouse stated breaking the silence, he shifted uncomfortable moving so that he could project his screen onto the board so everyone could see what he did.
NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE, YOU CAN ONLY WATCH!
The page told them and Mouse hesitated for a moment unsure what to make of such a thing, he glanced towards Jay seeing his friend staring unmoving at the message on the board; the muscles in his jaw telling him that he was gritting his teeth. Moving slowly Mouse moved to click on the link provided and felt his stomach drop when they were greeted by the feed that the link was connected to.
"Is this live?" Jay breathed not daring to speak any louder, anger flooded his veins and he wanted nothing more than to go down to the cage where Edward was being held and beat the crap out of him. No one else could speak as they stared at the footage on the screen that Mouse had opened, the tension in the room growing with each passing minute and they all knew that they could not give in now. They could only watch, the haunting words from the song still ringing in their ears as Caitlyn pounded on the lid of the coffin that she had been buried in; they could not hear her but they had a clear enough view to see that she was pleading for help.
"It appears so," Mouse murmured quietly, not wanting to consider what this meant and he could only imagine how terrified Caitlyn was right now. It appeared that there was a light on and from what they could see from the limited view that the camera gave them; she appeared well even despite the fact shewas covered in blood and had been held hostage for months.
Hank nodded his head, he turned away from the live feed that they had been given and moved to walk past the team they needed to speak with the delivery guy. He did not look towards Jay, they had to at act now or risk the outcome that they all feared; time was running out and sooner rather than later they would be faced with the fact that link could be showing them a dead body.
"I see you got my package," Edward taunted from the cage, he did not turn to look at the man that had entered the room nor could he bring himself to try and stifle the smile that formed on his face. His plan had come together perfectly even if his arrest had not been planned, he found that he did not care if he returned to prison; he would have his revenge and his work would go down in history. No one would ignore his work now, not when he had sacrificed everything for his final master piece and there was no way that they could even undo what he had done; it was only a matter of time now.
"How do you feel when you see her in that coffin? Does your soul die every time you push that button? How do you feel, knowing that there is nothing you can do to get her out of that hell? Helpless? Useless? Impotent? Good. Welcome to my world." Edward continued turning to look at Voight, he had expected the man to visit him sooner or later. The two former friends had much to discuss and Edward had been counting down the moments until he could confront the other man for what Laura had told him.
"Laura had quite a bit to say about you before she died," Edward stated, there was no emotion on his face and he could not feel any guilt for what he had done to her. Her death was needed, her words haunting him even now and he felt anger that he had wasted so long on a future that might not even be his; he had dreamed for years what it would have been like to be with Laura and Caitlyn.
Hank did not reply, moving silently towards the cage with no emotion on his face while he considered the situation that they had found themselves in because of the lies that they had told. Nothing would have ever prepared them for any of this, they all knew that protecting Caitlyn was the most important thing and that had resulted in deaths.
"That woman was surely something, she even made the great Hank Voight betray his wife," Edward mused shaking his head, he had thought he would spend his life with Laura and they would be happy. Never had he considered that perhaps he was not the only one gracing her bed while she was here in Chicago; he looked to Hank to see if there was even a hint of remorse on is face.
"And Caitlyn, such a sweet thing… I wonder which one of us bastards fathered her," Edward murmured watching to see if there was any sign that he knew who the father was, but the other gave nothing away and he frowned feeling annoyed. If he could not torment the cop that had caught him at the hospital, one that he had thought dead since he had been more than sure his aim had been true; then he would have to make do with those who came to see him.
"Me the confessed murderer or you, the dirty cop that couldn't even keep his son out of jail," Edward sniped trying to get some form of response from Hank, he already knew that he was heading back to prison for what he had done. They had managed to pin three murders on him and Edward had no doubts that whatever the outcome was with Caitlyn that those charges would be piled on when they found her. Though there was no way to know if they would bring her back alive or dead, time was running out and Edward was certain that he had played his part and they would not reach her in time.
"We'll never know," Hank told him, he was not going to confirm or deny anything that Edward was saying not when it could lead to the man giving them even a hint to where he had buried Caitlyn. It did not matter to him what Laura might have said to him in the moments before her death, the woman had wanted to hurt him and she had done just that but had paid with her life.
Caitlyn had a father, his name had been Richard Jones as far as Hank was concerned; he was the one that had raised her and nothing else matter in his opinion. There was no point in dragging up history when they were beyond that now, what mattered now was finding Caitlyn before she became just another name on a list.
"You really want to go down this way? No remorse, no care for the girl that you thought for twenty something years was yours," Hank asked him gravely, seeking any sign that he could use to get Edward to tell him where she was. Mouse was already trying to pin down where the webcam was so that they could find Caitlyn but Edward had covered his tracks well and it could be hours before they knew for sure. There would be justice and Hank would not allow history to be repeated a second time not after all Edward had done.
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