Sorry it took me so long to update! I was busy like a bee! ...Okay, AND I wanted to enjoy this beautiful weather we have here :)
Anyways, here's the next chapter!
Greg called for the man with the texan accent. "Please, I need to talk to you!"
After 15 minutes, he walked in. "What the hell, man? I was trying to take a nap. What do you want?"
"I just remembered something... I was with a friend... What happened to him?"
"You shouldn't waste your energy thinking about others, stupid, don't you think?"
"Please..." Greg begged. "I need to know if he's alright."
"I shot him, alright? Now shut up and wait for Neil." He walked out again.
Greg's eyes finally filled with tears. Spencer got shot only because of him, he was sure.
"Skit marks were found at the scene. A van, probably. It matches with what the witnesses are saying." Sara explained her findings with pictures she took at the scene. They were in the evidence room.
Russell nodded. "Have you talked to any of the witnesses yet?"
"All five of them say the same thing. A man whose description fits Greg was pulled into a blue van. Four of them are sure he was unconscious, one isn't sure."
Nick sighed annoyed. "Great, that's it?"
Sara gave him a look. He wasn't the only one who worried, but sure behaved like it. "We found a syringe at the scene. Henry's figuring out what's been in it and Robin's testing it for Greg's DNA."
"Anything else?" Russell asked with his arms crossed in front of his body.
"Well, nothing else from the scene, but I looked into Neil Novak a bit more. Remember the prison guard working for him? He started the police academy before becoming a prison guard. He dropped out in the first year, though."
"So? What does he have to do with anything?" Nick was getting more and more impatient.
"So... he was in the police academy in Michigan... together with officer Spencer. At first I thought it might be a coincidence, but when I asked some of the officers about it, they confirmed that him and Spencer used to be friends back in Michigan. When Spencer relocated in Vegas, they had contact again. It might be nothing, but I think it's worth looking into it."
"Well... what are you trying to say, Sara? That Spencer has something to do with Greg's abduction?" Nick looked surprised.
"I don't think we can confirm or deny it at this stage, but... Yes, this could mean Spencer has something to do with Neil Novak."
"But he's always been so nice to Greg. They're friends. Why should he want to hurt him?" Russell couldn't grasp the idea of officer Spencer being the bad guy here. Of course, he didn't know everything Sara and Nick knew. Greg confided in the two, but didn't tell Russell all the inconvenient things about his friendship with Spencer.
Sara looked at Nick before telling Russell. "They've been friends, yes, but... Greg always had a bad feeling about him. There have been a few moments he doubted his sincerity." She went on to give Russell a summary of all the things that happened between Greg and Spencer.
"And... How come I hear about this only now?" Russell was confused and a bit angry, almost disappointed.
"Greg didn't want to cause Spencer any trouble."
"Guys, that's unimportant now..." Nick walked out of the room.
"You let me do the talking, alright? I don't need you to go on at him. We don't know anything yet, it's all just a hunch Sara has." Russell and Nick were driving back to the hospital. They had a bunch of questions to ask Spencer.
Nick rolled his eyes. "Come on, I knew from the start that something about this guy's not right. If anything happens to Greg, I'll never..."
"I'll stop you right there. Try to stay calm, that's the best way to help Greg."
Greg was slipping in and out of sleep. It had been hours and Novak hadn't showed up yet. It wasn't exactly like Greg was looking forward to seeing him again, but waiting for him to come here was pure torture. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not, but he saw a cell phone lying under the couch. Not knowing if it was real or not, and if it were real, if it would work, he decided to try to get it. To be able to reach it with his feet, he needed to get a few inches closer to the couch. He used all the strength he had left to pull the table in order to get closer. With him already being weakened, and the table being really really heavy, it was a hell of a task. But he was determined. Just a few more inches and he would be able to reach it.