Chapter 6
Sam and Elizabeth pulled up in front of the husband's house after only five minutes, then again Elizabeth was driving. Sam searched the glove compartment before pulling out two FBI badges. He pocketed one and handed Elizabeth the other. Each of them slid out of their seats and stood next to the car for a second. Elizabeth pulled on her jacket and pushed the badge into the inside pocket while Sam grabbed out two hand guns out of the back end. He slipped one into his back under the jacket and tossed the other to Elizabeth.
"What's your name?" Sam questioned with a grin.
"Agent…"
"Come on it can be that embarrassing."
"It's agent Dealover."
"Really!" Sam choked out in a rupture of laughter.
"Oh yeah well what's yours."
"I'm Agent…"
"O come on it can't be that embarrassing." Elizabeth mocked starting toward the porch.
"Agent Dynamite." Sam murmured, Elizabeth swallowed her laughter because the door had swung open and revealed a middle age man. His eyes were deep brown with no luster and his dark hair was already salt and peppered. He was about Elizabeth's height but was pretty physically fit.
"Agents Dealover and Dynamite, FBI." Elizabeth greeted flashing her badge in perfect timing with Sam, "We are here to ask some questions about your Wife's murder."
"You already caught who did it, she is in jail," the man spat his fingers itching to slam the door.
"We just have follow up questions that are mandatory in a plea of guilt case." Elizabeth stated with such assurance that Sam almost believed her, "Are you Mr. Callter?"
"Yes that's me. Come on in." He motioned them inside sadly but still managed to give a grin to Elizabeth. "So, what are your questions?"
"Did your wife know about your affair?"
"Not until a few nights before the…"
"Did you know about the plans your 'girlfriend' had?"
"No absolutely not, she showed up and Amy started yelling at her. Libby 'my girlfriend' said that I was leaving Amy for her. I told her that I wasn't going to leave Amy and she got mad. She started crying and the pulled out a gun. Before I could do anything she fired three rounds into Amy."
"Do you still have contact with Libby?"
"No, I broke up with her the day before."
"So why did she come that night?"
"She said that I was just upset and didn't mean it."
"Can you think of anything else important?"
"No, that's it."
"Thank you for your time sir." Elizabeth said standing to leave with Sam right behind her. Once outside and by the car she looked across at him, "Well Dynamite that was anything but helpful."
"Yeah, I still have no clue how to get rid of this ghost."
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"Dean! You never get to make the i.d.s again." Elizabeth stated as she strode into Lisa's house.
"Why?" Dean whined over the laptop at the kitchen table.
"Why? Why?" Elizabeth repeated shocked closing the space between her and Dean.
"Yes that is what I asked."
"Because you named me Dealover and Sam was Dynamite."
"Those names are awesome."
"Ha!" Elizabeth spat picking up Dean's half eaten sandwich and biting into it.
"Hey, give that back." Dean whined reaching for his sandwich.
"No, I had to be called Dealover." Elizabeth cringed; Dean pulled her into his lap still trying to grab the sandwich. "No, it's my sandwich now."
Then Dean pressed his lips to hers and they pulled back smiling.
"Maybe Dealover isn't a super bad name." Elizabeth giggled kissing him again and wrapping both arms around him. He pulled her in closer with his muscular arms. Lisa couldn't stand it, there was no way she could watch them in that embrace. Her jealousy was boiling over, she didn't know where it had come from but it was there and she could not take it. Her plan went into over drive.
"I think you should go talk to that Libby girl, the husband's affairess." Lisa intercepted making Dean and Elizabeth break apart.
"Yeah, that is a good idea." Dean conceded standing up with Elizabeth still in his arms, "You want to go?"
"No! I mean she is probably more likely to talk to you and Sam." Lisa interjected worriedly ending with a timid smile.
"I guess you're right. Sammy we are going to the prison." Dean yelled over to his brother unwrapping from Elizabeth and grabbing the remnant of his sandwich before running to the door, "Bye!"
Sam followed a bit confused but chuckling at his retreating brother who clutching a bit of sandwich. Elizabeth turned to Lisa who had a creepy smile on her face, Elizabeth smiled timidly back.
"So, how are you?" Elizabeth questioned kindly rocking back and forth on her heels.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
"Fine."
"I'm going to get a glass of water would you like something?"
"No, I'm okay thanks."
Lisa stepped around into the kitchen and let her smile drop. The jealous rage was singeing her flesh and ate away at her insides, she could wait no longer. She walked over to the far cabinet and unlocked it. On the very top shelf she pulled away a cold metal gun and fingered it in her hand. A sly smile tugged her lips as she thought of what she was about to do.
Elizabeth walked into the kitchen to find it empty.
"Lisa!" she called searching it frantically seeing the open cabinet with lock hanging right as the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed into her neck.
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"Sammy, is Libby the name of the husband's affair person?" Dean questioned after they had drove for a while.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Sam asked bewildered a bit thinking Dean had maybe done research.
"My question is how did Lisa know?" Dean stated, mostly to himself, his brother just happening to hear his words.
"Maybe she read it or something." Sam struggled to explain running the information over in his mind with a bit of worry wrinkling his forehead.
"I guess you're right. But why did she want me and you to go so bad?" Dean asked continuing to worry and beginning to furrow his eyebrows in concentration.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned looking over at his brother for a moment and taking in his exspression.
"Well, she practically jumped out of her skin when I said Elizabeth and I could go."
"It could be she just wanted to talk to her."
"Yeah, she has just been acting weird and…"
"And what Dean?"
"Jealous. Sam turn the car around."
"Why?"
"I think Elizabeth is in trouble, how far away are we from Lisa's?"
"About twenty minutes."
"I hope that isn't too long." Dean groaned as they sped back the other direction. All Dean knew was that Lisa was not herself and the person in control was no afraid of a little blood on their hands.
