Ok chapter two enjoy. Thanks for all the reviews.
Disclaimer: Same as before I don't own anything.
Look to chapter one for summary. I hope to have another chapter up this weekend.
"Well we didn't get a good trace on the guy but we at least got a general area." Lia said typing several things into the computer.
"So get a list in that area." Cheryl said trying to catch on to the specialist's idea.
"That's not exactly right, when I say area I mean about 9 square miles, so what I'll do is run a list of anyone who knows Emily and Graham and put it in we should have a list in a couple of minutes; Emily I'm going to need some information about Graham."
"Okay."
"Last Name?" Lia asked.
"McMillan."
"And he worked at the Phoenix field office?"
"Yeah for about 8 years."
"Okay did he every work at the LA branch?"
"I think he was here for a year doing a CNU training session."
"And our list is...possible of 6 people."
"Print it out." Matt said standing next to the printer. He grabbed the piece of paper.
"Ok, Andrew Shane, Matt Flannery."
"Wait your on the list?" Frank asked.
"It gave a list of people with any connection to Emily or Graham." Lia defended.
"Maria McMillan, Henry Ryans, Cheryl Carrera, Tony McMillan, and Nick Vargas." "Well we know that it's not Flannery or me." Cheryl said looking over Lia's shoulder at the computer.
"Anyone on the list look good for this Lehman?" Duff asked.
"Tony McMillan, Graham's son, he was mad at me for not having his fathers back." "What about Maria?" Matt asked.
"That's Graham's ex-wife; she didn't even show up to the funeral."
"She hated him that much?" Lia asked Emily surprised.
"Yeah, but these names Andrew Shane and Nick Vargas, I don't know who they are." "According to my search they went through the same CNU training class that you did." Lia reported to her.
"Yeah the last names sound familiar." Emily said looking at the list with Matt.
"Well, they are currently working with LAPD as negotiators."
"Ok Lia pull up Shane, Vargas, and Tony McMillan's file, everything we you can find on them." Cheryl told Lia
"What about Henry?" Emily asked.
"I thought you said it didn't sound like him?" Frank said.
"I know but we should still talk to him."
"Ok then Lia your with Duff and Frank."
"I am?" Lia asked Cheryl surprised.
"Yeah, you guys got Nick Vargas and Andrew Shane, Emily, Matt, and I will take Henry and Tony."
"You want to go question them?" Frank asked.
"Yeah I figured that we could do some leg work." Cheryl said looking at him.
"Fine by me."
"Can we still wear our tactical gear?" Duff asked. Cheryl ignoring him, taking the info sheets from Lia.
"You want us to bring them in?" Frank asked her.
"Yeah." Cheryl said handing Tony McMillan's and Henry Ryans's file to Matt and Emily. They all started to get their stuff together. Lia just sat there.
"Come on Mathers it will be fun." Frank said,
"Fun has nothing to do with it." She told him.
Frank felt comfortable outside of his tactical gear. It was a nice sunny day in LA and he was wearing Jeans and a tee. Looking over to the passenger seat sat a very nervous Lia.
"Mathers loosen up ok, where going to the LAPD station, not a perp's house."
"I know I just wish I had my computer."
"You're an agent Lia; this should be natural, besides you got me and Frank here to back you up." Duff said from the back seat. Frank watched her blush at the comment.
"Duff you sly dog, she likes you." He thought pulling up the front of the station. Sitting behind the front desk was a skinny kid. This guy was smaller than Lia; he looked like he could barely hold up his gun belt. Duff looked at him weirdly.
"FBI we need to speak with Andrew Shane and Nick Vargas." Frank said showing his badge.
"Uh, hold on I'll check and see if there still here." The kid picked up the phone and looking down a list, he dialed a quick four-digit number.
"Uh, Detective Shane there are some FBI agents here to see you and Detective Vargas….yes sir." He hung up the phone.
"There be up in a minute." The kid said looking Frank up and down as if he was a scary monster.
Matt didn't have a problem with hotels. He and Emily use to meet in them all the time. They loved the secrecy and rush of it. However, it was better in his or her apartment. This hotel didn't even deserve the name. The halls where filled with puke green wallpaper that smelt like puke. He was reminded of that movie with the state troopers and the kid licking the window. "The snozberries taste like snozberries." He and Emily had rented it one night. They laughed so hard at that movie. They came up to a door with the dirt brown paint. The gold letters, well what was left of the fake gold paint, read F14. This is where the attendant downstairs confirmed where Ryans was staying. He looked at Emily who like Cheryl already had her gun drawn. He pulled his out. He watched Emily knock on the door lightly. She then placed her hand over the peephole, and idea he never would have thought of, this would force Henry to open the door. Sure enough, the door clicked open, and a man in his late forties answered. His hair on top was long gone leaving the ring of hair around the side. His blue eyes opened in fear when he saw Emily standing there gun in his face.
"Mind if we come in Henry?"
"No." He squeaked. Slapping on hand on his shoulder she pushed forward causing him to walk backwards through the tiny hallway that split to the bathroom, and the living/bedroom. Emily shoved him down on the bed.
"Have a seat Henry."
"Agent Lehman what are you doing here?"
"Shouldn't you know?"
"Was it because I got out?"
"You got any weapons Henry?" Cheryl asked opening draws to the T.V. stand/ dresser. "No, nothing, well there's a knife in my pant pocket." He said lifting his arm to show the knife clip on the outside his pant pocket. Matt reached forward and snatched it up.
"You got a problem with Agent Lehman Henry?" He asked looking around the room again.
"No, no I don't I have no problem, she helped me, I made a mistake."
"Several mistakes Henry, you killed four people in a day, two where officers of the law, an FBI agent, and an innocent woman."
"I know and I've apologized for it." Matt looked at Emily, she looked like she was about to charge Henry and shoot him like she shot Felix in Mexico.
"This place is well clean isn't the word, but there's nothing here." Cheryl said finally holstering her gun. Emily leaned down face-to-face with Henry.
"If this is you messing with me Henry it will be the last thing that you ever do, you got me?" Emily told him in a clam but sharp voice. Henry looked like he was about to whiz himself. He just nodded. Emily stood up, holstered her gun, and walked out. Cheryl and Matt had to jog just to catch up to her going down the stairs.
"I thought we where going to take him with us?" Matt asked Cheryl who just looked at Emily. "It's not him."
"How can you tell?" Cheryl asked.
"Did you see where he's staying, the man has no brains, and he's not smart enough to pull something like this off." Emily shoved open the door to the outside. Once she stepped out, she felt better. She took in a deep breath trying to calm her nerves it wasn't working.
"Damn Emily I didn't know you could be so mean." Cheryl said stepping out into the sunlight behind her.
"I can." Cheryl jumped in the driver seat of their vehicle. Matt grabbed Emily gently by the arm.
"You know up there, you playing bad cop… that was kind of hot." Matt said trying to calm her down. He could feel her arm shaking; it slowed after he said that. She looked at him and turned to get in the car. As Matt opened her door for her she reached around and pinch his ass, with Cheryl right there he couldn't say anything. He quickly tried to wipe the stun look off his face when he got in to sit next to Cheryl.
Duff heard Frank blow out another breath of air. He was trying to keep calm while waiting for the detectives to show up. So was he but when someone says their coming out, their coming out now, not 30 minutes later. Frank finally stood but didn't get a chance to approach the scared kid with a badge behind the desk because two guys approached them. One was a dark skinned Mexican; he looked like Duff only older. There was a long scar from his left ear, down around his neck. The other was an older white guy with long black hair that he kept tied back. Duff thought he looked like one of those hippies or bikers, he really couldn't tell. The white guy offered his hand to Frank. "I'm detective Shane, this is Detective Vargas, sorry to keep you waiting Agent...?" "Rogers, this is Agent Gonzalez, and Agent Mathers, we need you to come with us." "Look around Agent we have work to do we can't just sit around like you bureau guys do." Vargas said with his thick Mexican accent.
"Look you two are wanted in question of a package sent to an FBI agent either you come with us quietly or I'll let my two tactical friends help you." Lia said standing in front of Duff and Frank with her arms crossed. Shane looked over to Vargas.
"Alright, fine." Shane said throwing his hands in the air in surrender. Lia turned to Duff and Frank with a huge smile on her face.
"Nice." Duff said taking up the rear behind the two detectives.
Shorter than the first but I'm trying to space everything out. Hope you guys like it. Oh and I will answer any questions that you guys bring up in your reviews later in the story. SO keep up with the nice reviews. Later S.L. Oh if anyone wants to volunteer for my beta I would love it. Send me a personal email to my address, don't put it in your review. Thanks.