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"Danny, go home. Go be with your family. They need you right now," Jackie calmly told her partner.
"No, Jack, I gotta find out who did this to my brother."
Danny Reagan's face was raw. His eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed from the pain and despair that currently coursed within his body.
"What do we have so far? JUST MY BROTHER'S BURNT UP CORPSE LYING ON A TABLE?" then in a smaller voice he said, "That's not enough, Jack, it's no eno—"
Danny Reagan could say no more. Heading into the bathroom, he stood at the sink and splashed cold water on his face. Breathe. Breathe. In and out. Breathe. Knowing that he had to go apologize for snapping, he headed out of the restroom and nearly collided with his partner.
"The M.E. wants to see you. They said you wanted speak to them after they completed the autopsy? Reagan, is that really a good idea?"
"I need closure, Jack. I have to go see him one last time."
With that, Danny left.
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Frank, Henry, Erin, and Linda all sat around the dining room table, with Nicky, Jack, and Sean together in another room. Unsure of what to say to each, the room was eerily silent.
"It doesn't feel real," Erin finally said, breaking the silence.
All eyes moved cautiously to the empty seat that their son, grandson, or brother used to occupy.
"I just can't believe he's gone…" trailed off Erin
Suddenly, Frank's phone rang; it was Danny.
"Dad, I'm going to the M.E.'s office to hear the report on the…body…they found in the car. Will you come with me? I can't do this alone…"
Frank Reagan, becoming the rock that he needed to be replied, "Of course. I'll meet you there. I need to hear this too."
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The Medical Examiner was unsure of how to act. Should he be strictly business, or compassionate?
"I can neither confirm nor deny that this is your, um, son, Commissioner."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Frank.
"Well, luckily I could complete a blood typing test, and the result was O positive, which is your son's type, but it's fairly common."
"What are about dental records?" asked Danny "Can't you compare his impressions with them?"
"In theory, that would work, but in this case, um, the teeth were too damaged to print. I'm so sorry, Commissioner, Detective, I really don't know what to say."
Frank took a deep breath then asked, "Is there any other identifying factors that could tell us if it's Jamie?"
"None, I'm sorry, sir, but the badge and I.D. were both there. From what we can tell here, this is Jameson Reagan, badge number 5249."
As Frank and Danny turned to leave, the M.E. said one last thing that made Danny's heart stop.
"If you don't mind me asking, why was Officer Reagan never treated for his broken ankle and foot?"
"What are you talking about?" demanded Frank, "My son never broke his ankle OR foot. What are you saying?"
Stuttering the M.E. replied, "I meant nothing by it, sir, but, um, in my examination, I came across that both ankle and foot were broken and never set, so, they, uh, healed improperly. This man would have had a severe limp…"
Danny couldn't believe it.
"Could this have been done directly prior to the explosion?"
"Um, uh, no, the bones were healed. Do you mean to tell me this isn't your son?"
Frank Reagan smiled for the first time in days.
"No. It can't be."
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The young man didn't know how much longer he could take this. The cigar burns all over his bare chest. The pain from the ties holding him in this chair. The pain was getting all too much.
"Come on, kid, let's make this easy. We know that you have been giving information to this cop, a, uh, Jameson, or 'Jamie' Reagan. We got his badge number, and made a fake one then faked an ID. We blew up a squad car with some bum on the street inside, hoping to pull the true Reagan out of the woodwork, to no avail. So you're gonna tell us where the real one is. It will be a lot less painful if you just tell us," the rich man ranted.
"The Cavissari crime family does not appreciate snitches, so just tell us and maybe we'll be merciful."
The young man stayed silent.
"Alright, if that's how its gonna be!" exclaimed the rich man
He pulled out a knife and came closer to the young man, ready to strike.
"Last chance."
"I'll never talk!" spat the man tied to the chair
The older, rich man began to drag his knife on his victim's chest. Blood began to run down his torso, dripping to the floor. Then finally he stabbed, lower, so as to not damage any organs, but enough to cause severe pain.
The young man cried out, screamed, begging the rich man to stop.
"Will you talk?"
The young man did not respond, for his eyes had already rolled back, unconscious.
"I'll be here when you wake up, Jimmy."
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The "Jimmy" is in reference to 2.01...if you didn't watch that then you'll have to wait for the next chapter to see who that is! Thanks for reading and please review!