The door slammed open, jerking Gil back to awareness.

"Good morning Lieutenant!" Tom singsonged, bouncing into the room. He was rolling a metal tray ahead of him, the lip around the tray preventing Gil from being able to see the contents. "I hope you slept well."

Gil glared silently.

"Oh I remember, you're a grump without your coffee." Tom rolled his tray to a stop next to the side of the bed and reached down to ruffle Gil's hair. Gil jerked his head away. Chuckling Tom persisted, patting Gil's cheek instead. "But we've got a lot of work to get done today."

He turned back to his tray and picked up a sealed packet, opening it up to reveal an IV port. "Hope you don't have a problem with needles. Putting this in will save a lot of time, all that having to find veins, placing lines. This'll be a plug and play."

Gil forced himself to not tense up when Tom started tapping his forearm, looking for the placement. "Don't."

Laughing Tom pressed the needle into skin and taping it in place. He picked up an iv bag and waggled it in front of Gil, "Breakfast time!"

"I'd prefer waffles."

"Oh I'm sure." Tom connected the bag and hung it up on something above Gil's head. "But trust me, I've learned while preparing for you, best to keep an empty stomach during this."

"Preparing for me?"

"Hmm, surely you've realized by now. All this is for you."

Gil shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember me?" Tom pulled away frowning in confusion. "Oh wow, You have no idea who I really am."

Gil racked his brain, trying to place the wild man in front of him, painfully aware of how much his life hinged on his next words. "I- I can't, I'm sorry."

Tom perked up, checking the iv again and organizing a few things on his tray. "You'll remember. Now you just enjoy that little nutrient bag and I'll be back in a little bit."

Meredith Prescott was a reed thin tiny woman but she had a presence that could rival Jessica Whitly's.

JT motioned her into the interrogation room where Dani and Malcolm were already waiting. "Mrs. Prescott. Please take a seat."

She started in right away. "You want to know about Tommy." There was no hint of nervousness or denial in her voice, just a straight forward matter of factness. "He's the one murdering those people."

Malcolm nodded. "Yes."

She sniffed dismissively, "Well then, I would like to start off by saying he's not my child. I didn't want the bastard to begin with and he was trouble ever since. I only agreed to adopt him to prevent the scandal. As far as I am concerned he no longer has any association with my family."

Dani frowned, "Scandal?"

"Roger's youngest sister, Amelia, got herself knocked up when she was sixteen. She put up such a fuss whenever anyone suggested she get rid of the baby or put it up for adoption. Roger and I had only been married for a few months, and the good lord had spared me the burden of being able to have children of my own, it seemed like a good arrangement at the time." Meredith seemed to have no qualms in laying everything out.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "You want to ask me where he might go, what his hobbies and habits are, who his friends are. The truth is I don't know. I didn't trouble myself with any of that sort of thing when he was a child, I certainly was not about to start after Roger died."

She glanced around and saw the looks Dani and JT were shooting each other and she bristled, straightening up in her chair. "Before you start judging me, I don't have a maternal bone in my body and I will not be ashamed of that. But even if I didn't want the child I made sure Tommy had a perfectly adequate childhood, the best schooling and nannies money could buy. And Amelia doted on him. Up until high school if he wasn't at boarding school he was with her. He got all the love he needed."

"What happened at high school?"

"She died. End of his freshman year I believe. Amelia had a knack for making the exact worst choice available at any given moment. She married a boorish brute of a man, John Reston, and frankly his favorite hobby was beating the shit out of her. Everyone tried to intervene but she wouldn't hear of leaving him. Then one day Tommy was having dinner at their house, he heard the commotion and called the police. They hauled Reston away, Amelia threw a fit and sent Tommy back to my home. She went to the station to drop the charges and on her way back they went over the railing on the Hudson Bridge. Nothing was ever recovered." She shrugged and shook her head dismissively, "Thankfully Reston had a lot of money and Amelia left everything to Tommy. That cut down a lot on Roger's guilt about the amount he had planned to leave for the boy."

Dani groaned internally, thus far they had only looked at the Prescott assets. The name Reston hadn't even been on their radar.

Malcolm was rapidly losing his patience with this cold woman. He slammed his hands on the table making everyone else jump.

"These people are dead because of Tom Prescott." He spread the pictures of the various victims they had found on the table. She turned away in disgust. He shoved a picture of Gil forward. "This man is in danger and we have a chance to save him. So think, damnit, think. Where would Tom go?"

She gave a hurt sniff and glanced down at the picture in front of her. She froze and frowned, pulling the photo closer. "I know this man."

Malcolm pulled back, startled, sharing similarly bewildered looks with JT and Dani. "What?"

"He didn't have the mustache then. But yes, Detective Arroz?"

"Arroyo."

"That's it." "Never met him myself but I'd know that picture anywhere. He's the man who arrested John. Tommy had such case of hero worship for him, wouldn't shut up about the man. Would save all the articles about him that he could. Oh when that serial killer, the Surgeon, was arrested the house looked like it had a snowdrift with all the clippings."

Malcolm kept stepping back until his back hit the wall, hand pressed to his mouth. His mind was spinning as he considered the implications.

"Gil never said anything."

"Oh I doubt he knew. Amelia liked to pretend they were all a proper family, she probably told the officers he was her son. And there were no charges filed with the initial arrest." "Tommy only met him the one time, but he made quite the impression. I think John terrorized Tommy so he was grateful for anyone who got rid of the man."

Malcolm pulled the pictures toward him looking at them with a new lens.