Here is the next chapter! I had a typo in chapter two Rick and Ginny have a girl not a boy. Enjoy the update. Amber

Chapter 3

Fenton Hardy went to the Arlington County Jail to speak to Thomas Wyatt. He was waiting in the interrogation room. He had a box with Wyatt's name on it sitting on the table. Wyatt a couple minutes later was brought in and was shackled to the table. Fenton was looking at his notepad. "Take a seat Mr. Wyatt."

Wyatt smeared. "I'm already seated you dumb fuck."

Fenton looked up. "So I see. SAC Fenton Hardy FBI." He flashed his badge. "I have some questions. But first let me remind you of your rights." He recited the miranda rights from memory."

Wyatt tapped his foot impatiently. Fenton continued undeterred. "Do you understand your rights Mr. Wyatt?"

"I understand them fine. I also know I'm entitled to a lawyer, but I'm not going to ask for one yet. Whatcha want?"

Fenton opened his folder and pulled out Juan Garcia's picture. "Him."

Wyatt looked at the picture and there was a brief moment of recognition on his face that quickly vanished to a look that was supposed to look like uncertainty. "I don't know him."

"Sure you do. You've been to Mission Texas eleven times this year. That is where Mr. Garcia lives. Why would anyone go to bumfuck Texas eleven times for nothing. You had to have a reason for going. Oh it always happened the third week of every month. How convenient."

"I got friends down there. We like to go to Mexico and shake and bake you get me."

"Couldn't you find plenty of girls to shake and bake with here?" Fenton asked.

"You ain't banged a saucy senorita and it's obvious man. You married, bet it's pretty stale."

Fenton leaned back in his chair. "My wife is pretty saucy, trust me on that. Do your saucy senoritas have names?"

"Sure theirs Yesnia, Sonia, Cassandra...don't have any last names. Don't know them that well."

Fenton leaned forward. "Just to shake and bake with?"

"You got it."

"Does Juan Garcia ever go with you to shake and bake with your senorita's?"

"Sometimes. He's married but he likes variety like most men do. Don't you like variety Mr. FBI?"

"I have very particular tastes. So you admit to knowing Juan Garcia."

"Sure, I'm sure you got some pictures of us together. He's a legit business man. He runs an adoption agency. He's golden."

"He makes a lot of money with his adoption agency I see." Fenton said.

"Look, Juan is as straight as they come. You won't find dick on him, because there ain't nothing to find."

"Did you know that the prosecuting attorney who had you convicted and her assistant were shot yesterday?" Fenton asked.

"What a shame. I'm not going to cry over it. It was bogus charges man."

"One died, the other is currently paralyized. If you had a hand in the shooting that makes you accessory to murder."

"Um...I was being taken to jail. How can I be an accessory?"

"You have soldiers." Fenton pulled out more photographs. "Stanley Lee aka Spike, Issac Newman aka Ziggy, Karla Sanchez, and Mark Sabine aka Savage."

Once again the fake I don't know look came across his face. Before he could utter a word he pulled out more photos and pointed to each one as he spoke. "One of you with Spike and Savage, another with Ziggy, and this one my personal favorite, a provocative pic of you and Sanchez. Don't tell me you don't know them. A picture says a thousand words."

"Where you get these?"

Fenton's smile was feral. "I don't have to tell you squat. Did any of these persons shoot James Hightower and Callie Hardy?"

Wyatt leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. "Don't know….don't care."

Fenton leaned close to him. "You should care. Because you are the one going to prison, they are still running free. Doesn't that stick in your craw."

"I'll get out in five and be right back on top."

"You won't get out in five. I'll make it my mission in life to keep you behind bars for your entire sentence which was ten years in prison."

"You don't got no beef with me."

Fenton said. "Oh but I do. Callie Hardy is my daughter in law. Right now she is paralysed. I know you ordered the hit, and it won't be long before I prove it. I bet you Karla has cozied up into your spot. She had you wrapped around her finger. She set you up to get caught so she could take the reins. Here's a picture of her with Garcia that should interest you." He put a picture of her sleeping with him right on the table.

"What the fuck! That cunt!"

Fenton raised an eyebrow. "What? She can't shake and bake with others like you can?"

"FUCK YOU and your pictures. I'm done talking with you."

Claire and Brooke were staying at Nana and Grandpa's house for the night. Claire was sleeping beside her. Brooke was wide awake. It was one AM. She should be tired but she couldn't stop thinking about her mom lying in a hospital bed paralyzed. A lone tear fell down her cheek. She couldn't wait until she was an FBI agent. She'd go after criminals. Her phone beeped. Brooke knew that it had to be Ben. She looked at the display.

'How are you holding up?'

Brooke typed. 'I'm mad! (mad emoji) I can't sleep.'

'I figured. How is your mom?'

'She's paralyzed from the waist down. The docs think its temporary, pray please.'

'I'm praying for her and all of you. I'm so sorry. Wish I could hug you. (hug emoji).'

Brooke sobbed. "Me to. You should try to sleep.'

(Heart emoji.)

Brooke put her phone down and rolled over. It wasn't a moment too soon because the door opened. By the scent she could tell it was her grandfather. He came over to the bed and sat beside her. "Can't sleep?" He whispered.

Brooke bit her lip and sat up. She'd been caught. "I can't. I keep thinking about mom."

"You're mother is a tough cookie sweetie pie. She'll get through this I promise. She's been through worse."

"Has she really?" Brooke wiped her tears.

Fenton pulled Brooke into a hug. "She has, in time she may tell you some of it. Just know that family supports each other. We'll help her through this. If you need to talk your Nana and I are here. Try to sleep now."

"I'll try."

Fenton kissed her forehead. "Okay sweetpea. Good night. No more texting."

"Yes sir."

Frank was currently at the hospital with his wife Callie. She was sleeping right now thanks to the dose of pain medication she had just received. Frank watched her chest rise and fall and was comforted by the fact that she could rest. This had been a horrible act of violence against her just for doing her job. It made his blood boil. He pulled out his laptop and looked over some reports from his unit. He saw the Brinkman Hacker case was filed and reviewed it. Satisfied with the report he went to the next. He didn't see her turn her head. She whispered. "Frank are you alright?"

He jumped. He put down his laptop and scooted the reclining chair closer to the bed. He leaned over and kissed her. "I'm fine babe. The girls are with my parents at their home. Joe and Vanessa are home. We're all okay."

"When I saw the gun, I shouted, "Look out and James and I ducked behind that newsstand. But they drove up the road and fired at us from up the street. We're lucky nobody else was killed or hurt."

Frank squeezed her hand. "I know you were scared."

"I was more scared for you and the girls." Callie whispered. "I really thought I was going to die."

"Honey, you made it. I know you're scared but you did it."

"I'm so angry Frank. James was a good man. He loved his wife and son so much. He has a daughter on the way. I'm so sad for them."

"It wasn't your fault honey. Remember that."

A knock was heard at the door and it was opened a second later. A man in burgundy scrubs came into the room with the blood pressure machine. Frank didn't remember seeing him on the floor earlier, or at shift change. He noted the tattoos and then recognized the man from the pictures he had given to his father. This was Mark Sabine aka Savage. Frank pulled out his weapon. "Hands up Sabine."