Chapter 10: Questions. Answers.

Lassiter cursed under his breath as the traffic moved slowly and then finally came to a complete stop. He hated when there were traffic jams, even worse when they stopped him from getting to his destination. But it did give him time on his own to think. He put the car in park and let his thoughts come.

Spencer said that Iris was safe with her mother, but Chief Vick is dead. Plus, the person that kidnapped Iris promised me they wouldn't hurt her. Which Spencer did confirm by telling me what was in the letter, even though I know he hadn't seen it.

Secondly, Spencer said the so-called spirit he was talking to wasn't Chief Vick, but another one that was either connected to the person that hired the assassin or the assassin themselves. So does this mean both Iris and Chief Vick are dead, or are they alive? And if they are alive, then what? No, I saw Chief Vick's body. She's dead. I know that.'

And why do I have this funny feeling Spencer is only feeding me the information he wants me to know. Information that implicates Mr. Vick as the only one that hired the assassin. But why not point towards the assassin as well? Or maybe Mr. Vick was the assassin and the kidnapping of Iris had nothing to do with Chief Vick's death, but his gambling problem.

That still didn't explain all the information Spencer knew. There was no way anyone will ever convince me Spencer is a real psychic. Unless McNab was telling the truth, even if he didn't mean to, and Spencer wrote the note himself. It could explain why Iris seemed to be relaxed around her kidnapper.

Of course that would mean Spencer would be Iris's kidnapper and if it is linked to Chief Vick's death, Spencer is the assassin as well. Could Spencer be a cold-hearted killer?

And what about McNab?

Is he a killer too?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lassiter let out a heavy sigh. These thoughts were going around and around in his mind, and he wasn't getting anywhere. Hopefully, when he got to where he was going, a lot of his questions, if not all of them, will be answered.

Realising that he wasn't going anywhere soon, Lassiter quickly made a phone call. After pulling in a few favours he got one of the things he was after.

Letting out a large yawn, Lassiter looked at his watch; he'd been sitting there for half an hour. When he looked to the road ahead, he saw that the traffic had started moving. He put the car back in drive and made a bee-line to his first stop. He picked up the papers he needed and headed over to where he hoped to finally get some answers.

Pulling up at his next stop, Lassiter entered the building and made his way straight to the service desk.

"Can I help you, Detective Lassiter?"

"Yes Tony, you can. May I speak to the manager?"

"Can't see why not. Just a second."

Lassiter looked around. How many times he'd stood in this same spot, he didn't know, but this was the first time he's ever really looked at the place. People he'd never really noticed before coming and going; people from different walks of life, different ages and sex. Yet they were all here for the same damn thing.

To shoot a gun.

"Detective Lassiter, what can I do for you?"

Turning around, Lassiter watched as the manager of the shooting range approached him. Lassiter took the outstretched arm and the two men shook hands like old friends.

"Can we talk in your office, please?"

"Of course, follow me."

"Thank you, Joel" Lassiter replied as he followed.

"I hope I'm not in trouble," Joel joked as he held the door to his office open for Lassiter to walk through.

"No, nothing like that, but I have these."

Joel took the papers as he closed the door.

"Warrant papers?"

"They give me the right to your security footage and to search both Mr. and Mrs. Vick's lockers and take possession of any firearms."

"Well then, what do you want to do first?"

"I'd like to see your security footage."

"By all means. I'll take you to the security room. I hope you find what you are looking for."

"So do I," Lassiter replied.

It didn't take long for Lassiter to find what he was looking for.

"I need a copy of this."

"I'll get it for you. Do you want to search the lockers while you wait?"

"Yes, please."

Smiling, Lassiter finally had everything he needed, yet … it didn't feel as good as he thought it would.

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