A few mornings later, Haven was about to head down to the Post Office when she got a call from Ressler. "Agent Masters," she answered.
She could hear the aggravation in Ressler's tone before he even spoke, "Masters, there was a train wreck and we looked over the site but we didn't have much time. Reddington predicted it but we don't know what it means yet. Will you look it over and see if you can find any additional leads?"
Haven nodded reflexively, "I'm on it. I'll be in once I've done a thorough sweep." She ended the call and headed down to her car to drive to the scene. Once she arrived, she saw so much destruction she could feel a little bit of a tear forming in her eye. She would never get used to the big accidents that took children. She began to walk around and see what she could spot.
All of the victims had already been collected and taken to the morgue but all of those people's belongings were strown about across the ground. She walked closer to the train, pulling on latex gloves to see if anything caught her eye.
"Agent Masters, have you found anything of use yet?" she heard Reddington's voice from behind her and it caused her to gasp as she turned to see him standing there.
"Reddington," she scoffed, catching her breath, "Shouldn't you be under an extremely close examination to seal the deal for your immunity? How did you get out?"
Reddington laughed softly at her question, "Oh my dear, when will you understand? The FBI is working for me now and once I proved them right about something terrible happening, they let me out to help in any way I could. So, back to my question, how is your search going?"
Haven looked around, "Not that I can see but I haven't been here for very long. Is there anything in particular you think I should be looking for?" she asked, knowing he knew what he wanted her to find already.
Reddington looked at her, his head cocked slightly to the side, "Think politics. That's all I'm able to help you with, I'm afraid. Lizzy and I are headed to Montreal for a dinner tonight. If you need me, pleases contact Mr. Kaplan," he said, his tone cheery.
Haven rolled her eyes, "Have a nice dinner. I will see you whenever you decide to pop in again," she said as she turned back to the scene.
She heard Reddington's soft chuckle once more as he replied, "You have no reason to feel threatened. My affections lie solely with you, my dear."
Haven turned at what he said, knowing he was right in the pit of her stomach, but he was already halfway gone and she had to get back to her crime scene, hoping his hint would help.
She turned over a few things until she uncovered an election button for Senator Nathan Whitmoor, she picked it up carefully in case it had any prints on it. The only thing she knew about him in her very lacking knowledge of current events was that one of his biggest financial supporters was Floriana Campo, a do gooder.
She took the button and bagged it before heading back to the Post Office. As she arrived, she was just in time to see Reddington greeting his, she assumed bodyguards. There were two and one was a beautiful woman with whom he greeted a kiss. Haven took that as her chance to make her presence known, "I found a campaign button for Nathan Whitmoor at the train crash and I think there might be a fingerprint on it. Also, I know that he gets a lot of his support from Floriana Campo and I'm willing to bet she was supposed to be on that train," she shared her observations.
Ressler nodded, "We are working on the passenger list now. Take that to Aram and let us know if you find anything while we're in Montreal," he said.
Haven nodded as she headed inside feeling a tinge of hurt thinking back on Reddington and the woman. She looked back just briefly to catch him blowing her a subtle kiss.