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So sorry folks, for whatever reason, it didn't upload the first time, and I didn't realize it until now. Here's the other chapter that should have been with the one sent in the last update. please review, let me know what I'm doing wrong or right! thanks!
Edward Glass jumped to his feet as the door opened and two agents walked in.
"It's about time!" He snarled. "Where's my lawyer? She said she was coming right down! I've been waiting here for hours and..."
Tony pushed the man back in the chair. "We're not done."
Glass plopped back onto his seat and glared at the agent. As Gibbs stood off to the side, Tony slapped a photo down in front of their suspect. Edward Glass looked down, eyes widening at what he saw. The haunting of a familiar eye drowned in a sea of black and blue stared back at him.
"Ring any bells?" Tony asked. "No? How about this?"
Another photograph was dropped. A swollen mass above a tinted lip. Bloodied and bruised, the jagged cut looked angry and brutal.
"What about any of these?" Tony demanded.
One by one, the photo's dropped to the table before Edward's eyes. In one picture, dark curly hair was matted to a small head...dirty and crusted with dried blood. In another, a set of ribs....partially unwrapped, revealing dark and massive bruising. Welts from a belt buckle, scars from a cigarette and cuts across the back....these were just some of the horrific images that dropped from Tony's fingers.
Tony watched Edward's face, going through the pictures until only one was left. Slowly, he laid the final picture on top of the stack. The picture was of a young girl. Her clothes three sizes too big, caked with dirt and soiled with her own urine. Pale and thin, the girl was covered in bruises and abrasions. With ropes tied around her body, the girl had been placed in the back of a closet against the wall. She'd been barely visible beneath the layer of coats.
"That photograph was taken over ten years ago." Gibbs said, coming forward. "Comprised of local law enforcement and military personnel, a group fo twenty five broke down the front door of a small house in Florida. A small small house that turned out to be the third largest drug operation in the state."
Tony slowly crossed behind Edwards as Gibbs continued.
"When they went in, they found an underground lab that started in the basement and traveled out, underneath the backyard, stopping short of an old storm cellar three lots over." Gibbs said. "They collected over $5,000,000 dollars in cash, hidden within the walls and confiscated over 375 pounds of cocaine." Gibbs paused. "But that's not all they found. They found her."
Gibbs pointed to the picture of the child and glared into the eyes of the man before him.
"She was in the closet." he finally said quietly. "Unable to eat, unable to drink...unable to use the bathroom. She was soaked in a mixture of her own urine, feces and blood. She had cuts on her lips and back. Bruising on her arms, her face, her legs...even her chest. That girl was beaten within an inch of her life and left to suffer alone for three days in the back of a closet like a piece of old luggage."
"Your name is not Edward Glass." Tony said. "It's Buck Rawlins. The girl in the photo is your daughter. You did that to her."
When Edward's mouth dropped open to protest. "No...no..it wasn't me."
"Don't tell us it wasn't you!" Gibbs snapped. "I was there! I was one of the twenty-five! I found the drugs! I found the lab! I found the money!"
Gibbs paused, his eyes narrowing in on the man before him.
"I found her."