The End of the Game - 7
Reese drove back like a maniac and entered the subway at a run. Fusco looked up from inside the subway car with a grim expression "It's not good news, Reese" he said. Bear seemed to agree, lying with his head on his paws and a mournful expression in his eyes. Reese entered warily and saw the 2 bodies lying on the floor, Fusco straightening them out and crossing their arms as if for burial. He wiped some blood from Root's mouth and said softly "Rest in peace, chucklehead".
"What happened, Lionel?"
"Looks like they killed each other – Shaw knifed Root, Root shot Shaw. Shaw called and I got here about 15 minutes ago. I thought it was maybe Samaritan guys but there're no signs of a fire-fight"
Reese checked the bodies and examined Root's gun. He pulled his own gun and pointed it at Fusco.
"It's a reasonable theory, Lionel, except that there are 2 holes in Shaw but Root only got one shot off. Did you kill them, Lionel? I know you were at Peck's father's place"
Lionel flinched but didn't seem greatly surprised and gave a rueful grin.
"Hey, good detective work! Looks like I taught you something, at least. Shaw was still alive when I got here but she was going fast. I just speeded things up. She was in a lotta pain too, poor kid – gut shot. I told Root she wouldn't be able to deal with the 3 of you – Finch yes, but not you and Shaw – but you know how cocky she can get… could get. She'll be a big loss to Mr. Thornhill… and me too, I guess"
"So will Finch and Shaw" said Reese loyally.
"Not Finch" smiled Fusco nastily.
"What do you mean?"
"Finch existed to be kidnapped by people like Root or Vigilance or Decima. He was just a stooge"