Patty and Erin hadn't been to Holtzmann`s home town before. It was small and seemed friendly enough. It was hard to believe what had gone on here in the past- first the shut in and then the Jame`s.
Patty knocked on the door furiously. The knocking made the whole house shake. They had spoken to Abby on the drive down, she was still at the station. The Holtzmann`s had been questioned again, apparently Tom was in the corridor when Holtz was brought through. He had put on quite the scared old man act.
The door was answered. It was Mark. Straight away Patty`s fists found the hem of his collar and pushed him against the wall. The side of his head connected with the corner of a picture frame. He yelled out, he started to curse at her put Patty simply pushed him further into the wall. She crushed his windpipe- he struggled to breath. Erin put her hand on Patty`s shoulder she was fearful she would push him straight through the wall.
"Geez you lot, ever heard of service with a smile?" Patty dropped him.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" Patty questioned. Mark played dumb. It wasn't long before he was back in her grasp.
"After what your father did to her, why would you want to help frame her?" Mark stayed quiet.
"Please." Erin whispered. Mark rolled his eyes. Patty set him back down on the floor, she pressed her boot to his wrist.
"It was her fault, I lost my dad because of her. He missed me graduate, he missed me moving out, he missed so much! She deserves it- she should lose what we lost." Patty choked on her own breath. She took a step back.
"You're exactly like him." She whispered. Mark shrugged his shoulders.
"You have to confess." Erin pleaded with him. Holtzmann was looking at GBH, Erin couldn't lose Holtz, the team couldn't lose Holtz. Mark smiled and shook his head.
"Please leave, before I call the police. What would the city of New York do when all of their Ghostbusters are in the dog house?"Erin and Patty left- they would be no use to Holtzmann in a cell beside her. They stood outside on the kerb unsure of what to do.
"Erin?" a frail voice came from out behind them. They spun around. A man stood there, he was wearing dark glasses and hid under a cap.
"Yeah?" Erin said in a shaky voice. The man looked at Patty. He hummed for a couple of seconds.
"And you're...Patty?" Patty nodded and stared him down.
"Jim Holtzmann." He said.
"I recognise you from the photo Jillian sent me."
Patty and Erin found themselves in the Holtzmann household, it was odd seeing the place where Holtzmann had spent her entire life until the day social services took her. Erin could see the marks left behind from the screws on the door. The house was cold- Patty clocked the broken window. Jim Holtzmann had taken off his cap and glasses. He was very pale underneath, he seemed shaken.
"Mr Holtzmann are you aware of your daughters situation?" Jim nodded, that's why I came out looking for you. I figured clever girls like you would have cottoned on about Mark helping that no good son of a bitch. Erin and Patty stared at him.
"I think I can help?"
