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Chapter 8
Danny woke slowly. His head was aching and his bad arm was hurting pretty badly. Maybe it was because it was handcuffed to the table he was sitting at. He looked down. The table was nailed to the floor. Why was he in a room with a nailed-to-the-floor-table and a large mirror? And then it all came flooding back. Foyet, the car, being thrown out of it, and the FBI.
He looked around. There were no windows, a large panel mirror, the chair he was sitting in, a table and another chair opposite his. He was in an interrogation room, he concluded, and an agent must have carried him in here after he passed out.
Behind the mirror, which was really a one-way mirror, Aaron Hotchner stared at the boy who was supposed to have killed five people. After the whole team had ended up at the crime scene, they had looked at the footage again they had a confirmed I.D. on the boy and on George Foyet. Hotch had sent marshals to protect Jack and his aunt, Jessica, but…but Foyet had gotten past marshals before. How had he even lived? But, that wasn't what he needed to focus on now. They were lucky they had found the two at all. After they had gotten into the car, they had followed a trail of witnesses and security cameras in order to catch up with the car. That was certainly not like Foyet, to be so unorganized, and throwing the kid out of the car?
Then there was the matter of interrogating the boy. Hotch looked at Danny long, and hard. He looked as if he was in a lot of pain. The boy was 11, only five years older than Jack for crying out loud. How could he have possibly killed all of those people? But he knew the answer all too well. The boy was a sociopath, and a smart one at that.
"Hotch?" asked Morgan. Hotch looked up. "Rossi and I are going to interrogate him now. We need a confession out of him, or else we can't hold him much longer."
"Yes, of course." Said Hotch, distractedly. "I'll be here, and remember he's probably a lot smarter than your average kid."
"Right." Said Rossi. "Let's go in."
The two walked into the interrogation room. Rossi took the chair across from Danny and Morgan stood next to Rossi.
"Hi, Daniel." Said Rossi.
"Hi." He said. "Why am I here?"
"Aww cut the crap." Growled Morgan, slamming his hand on the table. Danny stared at the man.
"What crap?" he asked innocently. "That's a bad word, you know."
"You were in a car with a murderer! You killed a man on tape."
"I didn't kill him. That psycho man tried to make me, but I didn't. I faked it and I jumped out of the car to get away from him."
"We have it on tape!"
"There's no reason to yell, Morgan." Said Rossi.
"Yeah, Morgan." Said Danny sticking out his tongue. "Anyway, there were no security cameras positioned so that they could see behind the counter. I'm not sure which idiot decided that that was a smart decision, but…"
"Admit it!" yelled Morgan. "You killed five people!"
"I did not." Said Danny, in a deadly cold voice. "And you have no concrete evidence against me. Also, let me guess. You're the good cop-" he pointed to Rossi. "and you,-" he pointed to Morgan. "are the bad cop. Did you think I was born yesterday? And I also happen know that there's at least one other agent monitoring me from behind that mirror. So, if you think you're going to break me, you're going to have to try a lot harder than this."
"Anything else?" ask Rossi, through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, actually," Danny turned his head and stared right at Hotch through the mirror. "I want to speak to Agent Aaron Hotchner. Now."