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"Mr. Sanders, what can you tell us about the moment you got abducted?" the DA, Karl Hader, asked. Him, Greg and Russell were sitting in the his office. Since Novak was in a coma and Paul Sorkin was dead, the lab intern, Martin Colfer, was the only one they prosecuted.
"I don't remember it. I just know I was with a friend, officer Spencer, when it happened. He got shot and... the next thing I remember is waking up in that basement."
Hader showed Greg a picture of Sorkin. "Is that the man who abducted you?"
Greg looked at Russell for a moment. "I think so."
"But you can't confirm it?"
"I was drugged with Roofies. It messes with your memory. I know I've seen him, but I don't think I could testify in court, saying I know this is him."
The DA shared a look with Russell. "Well, this probably won't be necessary, anyway. What else do you remember from when you were in that basement?"
He shook his head. "Not much. There was a cell phone under the couch... I reached it but couldn't turn it on and... this phone was all I concentrated on."
"What happened with it?" The DA went through the files. "I don't think it was collected at the scene." He looked at Russell questioning to find him shook his head.
"I put it in my pocket. It was gone when I woke up in the hospital. I don't know where it went."
"Mr. Sanders... Did you see any other people besides the man capturing you?"
Greg thought carefully before answering. "No. Like I said before, I don't remember much at all, but I didn't see anyone else."
"Do you remember anything that happened after you left the basement?"
"I'm afraid I don't."
"The effects of Roofies get worse when mixed with alcohol. He had a high blood alcohol level when he was found..." Russell explained, trying to support Greg.
"You got drunk with him?" Hader raised an eyebrow.
"...I was forced to."
"How do you know?"
"Excuse me?"
"You said you don't remember anything from that time. How do you know you were forced?"
Greg looked quite confused at Russell. "I know this because I know I wouldn't drink for fun in a situation like this. Am I being interrogated here or questioned about my abduction?" He got quite aggressive.
"Greg, calm down. He's just asking some questions." Russell tried to calm him down again.
"Did you shoot Paul Sorkin?"
"Probably. I don't know."
Russell chimed in. "Checking him for gunshot residue wasn't our main priority when he was found. We wanted him to get medical attention as quickly as possible. We performed a positive test later, but we can't confirm whether or not it was from shooting Sorkin or from firing his gun on the job."
Hader took some notes while Russell was talking. "You don't seem to care about it all too much, don't you?"
"It's not like I can change anything about it, can I?" Greg was answering quite snotty at the moment. He felt like he needed to defend himself. It wasn't the DA's intention to give him that feeling at all, but since he was lying it felt that way.
"The gun that was used to shoot Sorkin didn't match the bullet the doctors collected from your friend officer Spencer. Any explanation for that?"
Before Greg could answer, Russell took over. "Come on, how is he supposed to know that? We don't have an explanation for that, either. We know about the possibility of more people being involved, but how should he know?"
"Mr. Russell, I just want to make sure we're doing everything we can to stop Neil Novak's work. He's been connected to lots of sex offenders like Sorkin and we'd like to make sure Sorkin was the end of the line."
"I understand that, but I ask you to be a little more sensitive. Greg's been through a lot, he doesn't need to be questioned about this over and over when he doesn't even remember. He doesn't know anything about it. If he would, I'm sure he'd gladly help you."
The DA had a few more questions until it was finally over. On their way to the car, Russell decided to ask Greg some questions, himself. "What was that in there?"
Greg knew exactly what Russell was talking about, but he pretended not to. "What do you mean?"
"Why were you reacting aggressively towards his questions? You know how these things work, you've been through this before."
"A few minutes ago you were supporting me. I have been through a lot, give me a break!"
"Don't think I'm stupid, alright? You were lying in there. Do you have any idea what could happen if anyone finds out?" Greg didn't answer, he just got into the car, but Russell wasn't done talking yet. "What are you hiding, Greg?"
"Nothing."
"Look at me and say that again."
Greg turned his head to look at Russell. "It's been a terrible experience and I try to forget the things I remember, okay? Can we please stop talking about this? I'm the victim here, why does everyone keep acting like I'm a suspect?"
Russell started the car as he sighed. "I'm sorry... Whatever it is you're hiding... don't let it break you."
Both Nick and Russell suspected that Greg left some significant parts of his story out so they decided to take a closer look at the case again. Since the case was more or less closed and the lab was stacked up, most of the evidence hadn't been processed yet. Nick decided to process Greg's blood on his break, trying to get some answers while Russell took care of other evidence.
"What are you doing in here?" Henry asked confused as he walked in on Nick printing out the results.
"Nothing, just helping you with your workload," he replied.
"...Does Russell know about this?"
Nick grabbed the result and read it. "...Dammit." He quickly left the room.
"Explain this!" Nick walked up to Greg in the locker room rather aggressively.
"What is this? ...Tox results?" Greg asked a bit confused. He had no idea what Nick was talking about.
"How can you be so stupid? What the hell were you thinking?" Nick grabbed Greg's shirt and pushed him against a locker.
"Nick! Wha...?" Greg looked at Nick rather scared. Being traumatized a few too many times in the past, he couldn't even fight him off, he froze up.
"Do you have any idea in what kind of trouble you're getting yourself with a lie like that?" Nick tried hard to whisper, but his voice was getting louder than planned, anyway. He held up the tox results to show Greg.
He read it and finally understood what was going on. Nick let go off him and they looked at each other for a moment. "Nick, I... I can explain."
"You better."