Chapter Thirteen: The Miracles of a White Room

Ryan

Being locked up in a white, boring room for two days straight can make you go psycho.

Example A: Jamie Williams

"Jamie Williams, so tell me, did you or did you not murder Ryanna Wolfe?" I asked anxiously waiting for an answer.

"I did not sir." he answered.

"Did you kill your step daughter, Allison Sindelar?"

"No."

"It's your luck because I have a witness saying you killed her and buried her in your backyard like an animal."

"Who would that be?"

"That is confidential information."

"She will pay…" he mumbled in a low voice that I could barely hear. I decided to dismiss it.

"Did you kill your son, Austin Williams?"

"Yes."

"Let me ask you this one last time, did you kill Allison Sindelar? Tell me the truth this time."

"YES! Goddamn it! I killed Allison and Austin."

"And what happened to your son, Jason?"

"He ran away. Big deal."

"It is a big deal. Do you know where Jason is right now?"

"Not a clue and I don't give a shit."

"Do you recall abusing your four children and your ex-wife?"

"Nope."

"Then why are bruises covering Ryanna and Renee's bodies head to toe? Would you like to explain that to me?"

"So I lost my temper. Who cares?"

"Everybody except you as it seems."

Then Jamie mumbled, "Damn that girl. I knew I should have killed her. She deserves to die anyway."

"Excuse me? She does not definitely deserve to die. She deserves a second chance at life. You sir are the one who deserves to die. Renee is a good kid but you would not know that because of your medieval ways of discipline."

Jamie launched forward to tackle me but I stepped to the right just enough to be out of his grasp and he hit the floor with a loud thud.

Jason

While I was walking around Miami, Florida, I saw a picture of me that was a few years old or so in the window of a clothing store. It read:

MISSING:

Jason Williams

15 years old

Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes

If you have seen this boy, please call the Miami-Dade Police Department at 555-8313

I was in complete shock. Why is the Miami-Dade Police Department looking for me? I unconsciously started to walk towards the police department.

"Hello. I like to report some information on a missing person." I stated to the receptionist.

"Your name please?" she asked me.

"Jason Williams."

Calleigh

Stupid phone. I would seriously like to chuck this thing out of the window.

"Duquesne." I answered.

"Miss Duquesne, Jason Williams is here to see you." Susan, one of the many secretaries, said to me.

"Oka-. Wait. Jason Williams as in the missing Jason Williams?"

"Yes. I am looking at him right now."

"Alright. I will be down in a moment."

I hung up Horatio's office phone and grabbed Ryan out of his lab.

"What is it, Calleigh?" Ryan asked as we practically ran down the stairs into the lobby.

"Jason Williams is here."

"Renee's step brother?"

"Yes. Or at least that is what Susan said."

When Ryan and I reached the lobby, there stood Jason Williams only a few feet away from the secretary's desk.

"Hello Mr. Williams." Ryan and I said at the same time.

"Why hello…um…" he answered.

"I'm Calleigh Duquesne and this is Ryan Wolfe. What brings you to report yourself?"

He pointed to Ryan and said, "You look so much like Ryanna…"

"I'm her twin brother. So why did you decide to report yourself, Jason?"

"I saw your rewards sign in the window of a clothing store just a few blocks away from here and I figured you needed me here for something extremely important since my disappearance never was reported."

"You are very smart, Jason."

"So what did you need me for?"

"We need you to confirm something for us to help find out who killed Ryanna."

"Ryanna's dead?" Jason asked and both Ryan and I could tell the news was extremely hard on him.

"Yes."

"Is Renee okay?"

"Yes. She is back in the lab right now."

"Okay. What do you need me to confirm?"

"Follow us and we will show you."