"I just don't understand this, Kate. Why Javi?"
Leaning against an empty table at the morgue, Lanie had a hard time holding back her emotions, her dark brown eyes filled with terror and apprehension.
"The best I can guess is that Lafayette remembered him when looking for a…a test subject. He would have known of Espo's background from their initial therapy sessions. He is ex-special forces, so he has the skillsets needed to conduct these dangerous missions and his job with the police would have been the perfect decoy. He lives alone so nobody would frown if he comes and goes at all hours of the night to… fulfill his assignments."
Nodding, although begrudgingly, the ME pushed herself away from the table to head over to her desk, hoping to busy herself with work to forget about the situation.
"And you think he's going to show up at my apartment again?"
"It's possible. He's already done it once; he might do it again. It's possible he considers your apartment a safe haven, knowing that his place would be under surveillance. I just want to make sure you're prepared."
"I don't think there's anything I can do to prepare for this. By now he's probably going to be so full of drugs he won't remember his name, much less the people who care about him."
Beckett pursed her lips, addressing her fear with an understanding nod.
"That's why I am hoping he's going to run into one of us before he runs into a uni. We both know that wouldn't end well. We don't know what kind of…self-destruct mode Lafayette added into his programming to cover up the experiment. At this point, I would expect the worst."
"I wouldn't put it past that son of a bitch, that's for sure.", Lanie growled and crossed her arms over her chest, fiercely staring at her desktop screen, "Mark my words, Kate…Javi's not going to end up on one of those tables down here; I don't care if I have to be the one stopping him with a frying pan to the head."
