"Hmmm." Scott mumbled looking over the pictures while Vincent sat across the desk with Septhis sitting outside on the bench. "Hm."
"What is it?" Vincent sighed.
"Well. For one, the pictures aren't really that clear. They aren't much evidence." Scott said after a while. "There's no way to identify where Gil is or who took these. Overall? I just… can't use these."
"Great.." Vincent sighed sadly.
"I can probably ask about the handwriting, but even that's gonna take a really long while." Scott said setting the pictures down. "Either way Vince, unless we have something more to go on, sorry. This isn't enough."
"Something is better than nothing right." Vincent chuckled weakly. "We have to find him Scott."
"Afraid this is neither something nor nothing." Scott said. " I know Vince. He's my kid too."
"I just hope he's alright." Vincent sighed.
"I wish i could tell you he is Vince…" Scott said.
"You know i talked to Susan last night." Vincent said.
"Why." Scott said, suddenly stiffening.
"She was worried about Gil. And she uh….." Vincent sighed before giving a small grin. "Misses me. She want's to give us another try."
"Vince. You know why it ended in the first place." Scott growled. "Don't fall into the same trap twice."
"Right. Sorry." Vincent squeaked. "But what if she really means it this time?"
"She didn't mean it the first time." Scott sighed. "But if you want, i won't stop you."
"I just don't know." Vincent sighed. "I miss her but…. I've been doing fine...ish without her."
"Whatever, man. Wanting you back now is no excuse for what she's done before." Scott grumbled.
"I know, i know. But it's hard i want to give her a second chance but it still hurts. I just don't know." Vincent sighed.
"Whatever you choose, i'll go with." Scott sighed.
"Well i want to make sure Gil is safe before i decide anything with Susan." Vincent said. Scott sighed looking at the pictures.
"I just hope he's alright. I want to say that he's fine and wouldn't do anything to anger his kidnapper but…." Vincent trailed off sadly.
"That's not true. Right?" Scott said.
"I don't know he's got a habit of pissing people off." Vincent sighed.
"I know the feeling. It's not nice, telling people i found their kid. But Gil's smart as well as impulsive. He'll run and lose his captor fast enough." Scott tried to be comforting.
"I hope you're right Scott i really do." Vincent said.
"I hope so. He's my boy too." Scott sighed, standing pulling out a board of clues.
"I know." Vincent said looking intrigued at the board.
Scott had hung up evidence, and connected the killings in a pair of angel wings shape. Vincent sighed seeing the angel wings shape.
"Is that just a coincidence or meant to have been." Vincent mumbled.
"If you can put it all together, go ahead. It's all senseless killing to me." Scott sighed.
"You're putting the clues into an Angel wing shape. As much of what i can tell this killer keeps leaving a picture of a girl named Angel. I was just wondering if you did that on purpose or not." Vincent sighed.
"To be honest it's all late night desperation. I've got a month or less to find these kids alive, sometimes i get desperate." Scott sighed.
"I see." Vincent said standing up to walk over to the board to look over it closer. Jack was mentioned a lot, but no solid proof and him adamantly denying any question of his connection. and yet he was always the one who called, finding the bodies. Vincent didn't trust it, he had a motive even if no one knew beside him and Scott. But if he just said why this Jack would have a motive it would also be giving way that he had been the one who killed the kids at Freddy's. A case that was long closed. But was he willing to give himself over if it meant Gilbert would be found alive? He was willing to do a lot to find Gilbert but if he gave himself up he'd be taken from both Gilbert and Septhis something he wasn't willing to do. It pained him to have to sit idly by when he knew how to find Gilbert, but… As Scott had said it would put Gilbert in more danger if Jack knew he was after them. But god did it annoy him to sit back while Jack could be anywhere with Gilbert. Who knew where they were now. They could have left the country and Vincent would never know. Vincent did trust that Scott would find Gilbert but what if the time comes to where he has to move on to a different case and close this one without finding Jack or Gilbert. That's what Vincent was worried about… Jack was good at covering his tracks and making himself seem innocent. As if he learned from Vincent himself, Scott would say. Though that was highly doubtful as Vincent could remember only teaching Gilbert a bit of what he knew. If Vincent were different he'd pray in this situation… but praying wouldn't magically bring Gilbert home. If there was any god out there Vincent was probably on the list of not to help out, but damn did Vincent wish that if there was they were looking over Gilbert. But knowing what he did of gods, they only helped the so called good people, the devout worshippers who had never gotten so much as a parking ticket. Vincent never quite understood it, he could see that even those, good people, weren't as good as they wanted to be. Everyone has some kind of dirt on them as he had started to see from a young age. But of course, Gilbert wasn't among those good people, even if he made up for it later. Not even Septhis was but it wasn't his fault that he'd gotten the same fucked mind as Vincent, good heart but that couldn't make up for what he'd gotten. An accident of birth, but that apparently made him as bad as his father. Hell even Scott wasn't as good as many thought, church boy and a Officer, yet he would help Vincent out with getting out of being jailed just cause they were brothers even if they weren't blood related, which Vincent was grateful for. Even Scott had given up after he left his parents, as apparently praying and being church boy hadn't stopped bad things happening to him. Vincent gave up trying to understand why others still did but hey none of his business right, plus he'd been called many names whether they be directly to his face or not. None good, those names would only come from those who knew he wasn't what others saw him as, even if they didn't know it was him. Still, despite it all, he still hoped, somewhere up in that sky or wherever… that something would show Gilbert some mercy. Vincent sighed in annoyance no matter how many times he looked over the clues it just didn't connect. They were still missing some kind of key clue, what it was who knew. Otherwise, Scott was right, and this was desperate scribbling. Why on this could he not find anything to connect to, any other case there was always something, but no. That key clue was still in Jack's pocket and all they had were locks. And if Jack was as meticulous as he seemed, he might never see that clue. In a sick way it was fun for Vincent, someone who could actually give him a challenge but why did it have to be something so personal? And why did that personal thing have to involve playing with Gilbert's life? Out of all things why did it have to gamble on the life of his own son? Maybe it intensified the game, made him keep going, keep biting the obvious bait Jack set for him. It irked him that he was falling for it but damn it was important that he get Gilbert home safe and sound, for his own health and for Septhis, For Scott hell as much as he hated it even for Susan. Gilbert played such an important role for more than Vincent ever really realized till now. For a minute, some twisted part of Vincent, he wished Gilbert wasn't so important to him, so losing him wasn't so painful. Vincent shook his head, he didn't want to give in to that part of him again, not when Gilbert was in danger. Still, the thought stuck, in a weird way trying to calm him.
"I'm going to go for a walk." Vincent mumbled. Scott was busy with a package coming in when Vincent hadn't looked. Vincent just sighed not wanting to disrupt Scott he just had to clear his head and a walk would let him do such. Just as Scott put in a flash drive, a video started.
"Oi. Gil." A unfamiliar voice said over the video. "Kid. brat." Hearing the voice made Vincent stop in his tracks as he turned to look at the video. It was set in a bathroom, Gil barely conscious on the floor as water was thrown on him. Gilbert sat up, shivering.
"Where…" Gilbert slurred, obviously drugged and delusional.
"Easy, easy. You passed out in the shower." The voice explained softly, gently. It was obvious that the audio had been messed with a bit so that the voice couldn't be picked out easily. Gilbert just looked around, looking lost before a hand turned his head to face the camera.
"Now say what you wanted to tell your dad." The voice said. Vincent was surprised by the comment and paid full attention to the video.
"Dad? Huh?" Gilbert looked confused.
"That you wanted to go home and wanted him to get you?" The voice urged him.
"Dad? Who was my dad again?" Gilbert mumbled. Vincent looked shocked at Gilbert's comment.
"Vincent Bishop." The voice sighed.
"I can't think… my head hurts…" Gilbert whined curling up.
"Gil." Vincent squeaked it was obvious in his voice that it was hard for him to even make a noise while watching.
"You need more of the medicine?" The voice sighed. Gilbert nodded pained as someone walked off.
"Gil i'm sorry." Vincent whimpered weakly. Gilbert immediately sat up, dizzy as the camera toppled as he yanked it off it's cord.
"Oi? This thing on?" Gilbert mumbled turning it to look. Vincent percked up a bit but still looked worried.
"Um… Dad? Ugh what's your name? Nevermind. You gotta get me. This guy's been drugging me up… i don't know why or what." Gilbert sighed.
"I will i swear Gil." Vincent muttered.
"This guy, his name- Please you gotta help… i'm scared…" The name had been edited out.
"I swear Gil i will get you out." Vincent huffed. Gilbert dropped the camera as someone came back.
"Who were you talking to?" The voice growled.
"... nobody…" Gilbert gulped.
"Gil!" Vincent said worriedly.
"I don't like liars kid." The voice hissed.
"For real!" Gilbert squeaked before there was a hard smack sound. Vincent growled.
"Who." The voice hissed.
"Nobody! Geez chill." Gilbert huffed before another sharp slap, sending Gilbert on the ground his cheek red.
"Bastard!" Vincent snapped.
"Ugh. youre such a spoiled brat… don't force me to punish you worse." The voice hissed as Gilbert looked more fearful at 'worse'.
"No.. not again. You said no more." Gilbert whimpered.
"I'll do it." The voice growled.
"Not if i have anything to say about it." Vincent grumbled.
"Just get in the bed. I'm sick of you." The voice growled.
"Yes sir…" Gilbert gulped.
"Lean over the bed. It will all be over." The voice huffed before the video cut off. Vincent had his hands in a tight fist. Scott was just pale, and speechless.
"I'm going to kill him." Vincent growled.
"Well… if you wanted your answer there you go." Scott said.
"I'm going to kill that son of a- bee." Vincent growled before remembering Septhis could probably hear them.
"Son of a bee?" Septhis asked, looked in.
"Yes." Vincent said awkwardly.
"Uh…. why don't you go Vince…. I'll look this over…" Scott said.
"Uh yeah…." Vincent sighed.
"Dad can we go? I don't like this place." Septhis tugged him to the door.
"Why don't you like Uncle Scott's?" Vincent asked.
"There's pictures everywhere. Of dead bodies." Septhis pleaded.
"Okay, okay." Vincent sighed. "Get your stuff together okay." Septhis nodded giving a little wave leaving to the car. Vincent sighed a bit.
"See ya around Scotty!" Vincent called.
"Later!" Scott called.
Vincent left the apartment as he walked to the old purple car.
