CHAPTER 22
Gibbs walked into the observation room and watched Brooks for a few minutes.
"Gow's been asking for" one of the techs said.
"He can wait"
Gibbs left observation and went into the room, sitting nonchalantly down opposite Brooks.
"I've got 16 murder charges with your name on them. You're lucky Washington DC doesn't have the death penalty"
Brooks glared at him with undisguised hatred "You'll never be able to make that stick"
"I can put you at the scene for the latest murder, and I can prove all the other murders were committed by the same person"
Brooks looked like she was going to throw up.
Gibbs pressed his advantage "Of course, you could always try telling me something I don't already know…"
Brooks finally looked beaten. "Ian Rivers" she whispered
Gibbs slammed his fist on to the table making brooks jump "I said tell me something I don't already know!"
"You know about Rivers?" Brooks looked bewildered
"oh yeah, I know all about him and how you visited him every week for 10 months using MY dead agents credentials"
Before Gibbs could continue there was a knock at the door. Furious he yanked it open and pinned a terrified looking McGee to the opposite wall.
"This had better be damned good" Gibbs snarled
"I, we, um, Rivers, we know where he is"
Gibbs let go of him straightened his jacket. "Good work, lets go pick him up"
Still shaking, McGee followed.
The apartment was just as dank and run down as the previous one, but this time at least it was occupied.
Bursting through the door, the agents quickly had him surrounded. He stood in the centre of the room, a pistol in his hand. Holding eye contact with Gibbs he lifted the pistol until the barrel was resting under his own chin, he winked once and fired.