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Chapter 2

"What's that, now?" Cal couldn't keep the surprise from his face. His jaw slackened and his eyes widened. His heart sank. That part he could hide, just barely.

Gillian raised her chin a little with pride and said with a hint of teasing, "I have a date tonight. Not that it's any of your business, I might add."

She grinned, looking rather pleased with herself.

"You have a date? Like, a sit-down dinner date?" he asked. Cal closed his open mouth for once, and just stared at her.

"What?" she asked innocently. Cal shrugged his shoulder again.

"Nothin'. I-, good for you, Foster," he ended feebly.

Her eyes swept over his features and she realized, "You're jealous."

Cal rolled his eyes, "Wha-? I am not jealous. Don't be ridiculous."

"Cal, I'm not an idiot. I can see it on your face. You are jealous," she argued.

He started to get agitated and it began to show, against his will. "Nah, I'm not jealous. I'm glad you're moving on and all that. It's healthy. What is that, anyway?" he asked, pointing at the folder Gillian was now tapping on the corner of his desk with a hint of her own impatience.

"Oh, this?" she asked slyly, "This can wait another minute. And you wouldn't be deflecting, now, would you, Cal?"

He gave her a glare that plainly said, "Don't go there." Not really wanting to argue at the moment, Gillian held the folder out to him. With a nervous sigh, she went ahead and explained the situation.

"This is the transcript of the police interview with Edgar Lawson's adopted son, Trevor. Remember the kid who got busted for the meth lab last week? Apparently he let something slip about someone named Alexander Rawland. Reynolds was present at the interrogation and said the kid 'made a funny face' when he mentioned it. He's bringing Trevor by for you to question. I also think Reynolds was being a little vague. I got the idea that he might know of Alexander Rawland, too."

She looked at Cal hesitantly. He had stood impatiently through her entire little speech, shifting his weight and tapping his finger on the back of his chair. Now he spoke with that touch of impatience and his words came out a bit more harshly than he meant.

"Since when does Reynolds know anything about what we do? I'm not going to waste my time on this because some kid 'made a funny face.' Call Reynolds and tell him to take the little bugger back."

"Cal!" Gillian exclaimed. Now her temperature was rising, "It will take you a matter of minutes to talk to this young man. I know that's not your problem. And this isn't like you. You'd be chomping at the bit to talk to some kid connected with a possible drug dealer. What is this really about? My date?"

"No, Gillian, this isn't about your date. How childish do you think I am?"

Gillian didn't respond. She just looked at Cal.

"It's not about the date!" he cried vehemently, "Will it make you happy if I just talk to him?"

"Cal, this isn't about my happiness. Will you just talk to Trevor, please? Ben isn't the only one who's heard the name Alexander Rawland."

Gillian's expression turned slightly to one of shame, which Cal saw, but he made no comment. He knew what that was about. Alec.

Cal stood still for a moment. "Fine," he spat as he huffily closed the folder and stalked around his desk. He gave Gillian a dirty look as he brushed past her, which she did not return.

Although he would never admit it, Cal was jealous that Gillian had a date. But he couldn't think about those feelings at the moment. As he opened the door to the lab and entered, Cal set his eyes on the Lawson family sequestered in the Cube. Before he could read anything off of them, a deep voice reached him from his right.

"There you are, Lightman," Agent Ben Reynolds said.

Cal turned to look at Reynolds. "Yeah, here I am," he said tiredly.

Ignoring Cal's response, Reynolds jumped right in, keeping his voice low.

"Okay, so, Trevor, the kid with the buzz cut, is the one I need you to talk to. He knows something about a man named Alexander Rawland. I've heard of Rawland, too. Back when I was undercover. His name came up a couple times in relation to cocaine. I think we could be on to something big here."

Cal nodded and cut his ramblings short, "Who are the other two people?"

Reynolds nodded his head at the older man and replied, "That's Edgar Lawson, Trevor's adoptive father. He insisted on coming to this interview. He believes Trevor is innocent. The other kid is Colin Pollock, Trevor's cousin. He also lives in Lawson's house. Apparently the kid has some form of mental retardation. Lawson says he can't be left alone."

Cal thought for a second. "Was the meth lab found in the home?" he asked Reynolds.

The FBI agent nodded.

"It's possible Colin knows something about Trevor's habits," he glanced at his watch. "I'll just talk to them all," Cal said with a sigh.

Sorry this one's a little on the short side. Next one up soon!

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