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Chapter 7: Interrogation

Toole, Utah Police Department Building

"Guy at the Garden Center said Burrows was as strong as a gorilla," said Lyle as he, Alex, and Jack all walked down a long hallway.

"So it was one p.m. when they tangled it up," remarked Alex.

"Yeah. Had to ID both of the men that were tied up," replied Lyle, "Scofield, Burrows…no doubt about it in their minds. But, like I said, that was one p.m. They could be anywhere by now."

"But we have a half dozen pick shovels and power tools missing," said Jack, "They're here and they're digging."

"Honestly," said Lyle, skeptically, "Five million? You really believe all that?"

"They do," replied Jack, "And that's all that matters."

"They could be anywhere," said Lyle, agitated, "We don't have the manpower to go door to door looking for them."

"We won't need them," said Alex as they walked into another room.

"What are you talking about?"

Alex looked through the glass into another room.

"Because he's going to tell us where to look," he said, pointing at Tweener in the other room, "Now, protocol says you question him first."

Lyle nodded.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well...?" asked Alex, inclining his head to the door.

Lyle took the cue and walked into the interrogation room. An hour went by. Finally, Lyle left the room.

"Leaned on him in any way I can think of," he commented, "But he's not talking."

A flash of frustration and anger filled Alex's eyes. He turned to walk into the interrogation room and motioned for Jack to follow him.

Once they were inside, Alex closed the blinds to prevent Lyle from looking in on them while Jack moved to stand near the window. Alex walked over to Tweener.

"Are you Catholic?"

Tweener did not respond.

"Are you Catholic?" repeated Alex, firmly.

Still, Tweener did not reply.

"Not much good in it," continued Alex, "Lot of guilt. But the one good thing about it is confession. Whatever you have eating at you, you just give it up. Feels good, I have to say. Guess its just letting it out. Letting another human being hear it."

Tweener's eyes glazed over in anger. He slammed his fist on the table and leaned towards Alex.

"I've got nothing to say to you, man," he snarled.

Alex grew quiet and held Tweener's gaze for a moment longer.

"What if I told you something?" he asked, "A secret nobody knows…Oscar Shales."

Jack visibly flinched in surprise.

"He was a guy I was chasing a few years back," continued Alex, "I kept just missing him. It became kind of a game…like a jest. Would have almost been fun if it weren't for the fact that he kept killing people all along the way. Bodies started stacking up and I started to feel that it was because of me…because I couldn't do my job…because I wasn't smart enough. Never did catch him. But I did lose it."

Alex reached into his jacket and pulled out the pen. Jack was completely thrown off. What in the world was he doing?

"I saw things when I would drive at night…bodies. Nightmares to the point where I couldn't sleep. It was a complete break from reality. And that's what these little guys are for…to keep me in the game."

Alex dumped the pills on the table. He hesitated a moment before continuing.

"So now you know. Now it's off my chest. You ought to try it sometime."

Tweener contemplated it for a moment. But, soon the defiant look returned to his eyes.

"Like I said before…I ain't gonna tell you nothin'."

Alex's eyes flashed dangerously for a second. Jack noticed and realized now was the time for her to use her plan.

"You know where those guys are," she said as she approached the table and laid down a file.

Alex glanced at her briefly, but allowed her to continue. She had shown herself to be a very capable agent. Perhaps she had something up her sleeve.

"You got the wrong guy," snapped Tweener.

"Just trying to spare you some guilt," replied Jack, kindly.

She opened the file and began to spread some pictures out on the table.

"In less than twenty-four hours when Bagwell was free, he killed his first victim. If you don't tell us where he is now, he'll kill again. And that blood…will be on your conscience and no one else's."

Tweener gazed down at the pictures on the table. They were pictures of the veterinarian that Bagwell forced to sew his hand back on and then murdered.

Jack watched as Tweener's gaze softened slightly. She gave a slight smile and gave Alex a quick glance.

"Confession may not be such a bad thing after all."………………………..

About half an hour later, Alex and Jack stood outside, watching Tweener as he looked at the pictures and contemplated his options.

"You did great in there," said Alex, giving Jack a kind look.

"Thanks," she said, humbly, "Just had an idea, crossed my fingers, and went with it. You're Catholic approach was perfect."

Alex smiled for a moment, but then grew quickly serious as he turned to look back at Tweener.

"You know what we still have to do, right?"

Jack looked away, but nodded in acknowledgement.

"Yeah…I know."

Back in the Chicago FBI Field Office…………………..

"Any word on how the interrogation is going?" asked an agent as he walked up to Wheeler.

"No, kid's still stonewalling. But we do have information on Patoshik. His prints were all over that old lady's house."

The two agents walked over to the board where the pictures of all eight cons were posted. Wheeler attached a new piece of paper under Patoshik's picture.

"So," he said, "He leaves the cash and the jewelry. The only thing he steals is a ten dollar oil painting. What in the world does he want with that?"………………………….

Toole, Utah Police Department Building

Alex and Jack re-entered the interrogation room. Alex sat down across from Tweener and placed a soda in front of him. Jack resumed her position near the window.

"That's a great deal son," said Alex, "I mean we're talking no additional time on your sentence in exchange for the escapees' location. If you want, I'll put that in writing. We'll put you up in club fed. You'll spend your days playing racquetball with stockbrokers and lawyers. Four years from now, you'll be out on the street. Twenty-two years old with a clean slate…"

Alex paused. His eyes grew sad.

"…and you're whole life ahead of you," he took a steadying breath before continuing, "And no blood on your hands. Okay?"

"This is the best shot you have, David," said Jack, in a motherly tone, "Please take it."

Tweener paused, unsure of what to do. Then, with a final, defeated sigh, he spoke.

"There's a woman in the house."

Alex's eyes lit up happily. He was giving in.

"If you guys show up, they'll turn her into a hostage. T-Bag…he ain't coming out alive. And he's going to take her with him."

"You let us worry about that," said Alex.

"No, no way, man. The only way that that woman comes out alive is if someone shows up on the porch that they trust."

"Being you?" asked Alex.

"Being me," replied Tweener as he opened the top of his soda and took a long swig, "I'll take you to them."……

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