A/N I have returned! With an update. Lol. Maybe I should just say one o'clock every day because that seems to be my typical wake up time. roflmao.
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"I don't know about this, Frank…" Joe said the words sounding foreign; this wasn't the way things were supposed to be, Frank was supposed telling him that running after dangerous child killers was a bad idea not the other way around.
"Joe, this is the guy who killed ten children, he killed Danny." Frank said his tone holding a pleading note. Danny was their ten year old neighbor who Frank used to baby-sit. Joe swallowed and fought the urge to laugh at the odd symmetry to the conversation, every word was practically a mirror image of the conversations he held with Frank on almost every case. And it really was a mirror image, seeing as the entire situation was reversed. The blonde closed his eyes briefly and said a quick prayer in the hopes that what he was about to say wouldn't end up backfiring spectacularly in his face.
"Alright, let's go…" Joe said his voice wavering slightly as his instincts screamed at him that this was a bad idea.
"He went this way," Frank said indicating with his thumb toward one of the tallest cliffs situated above Barmet Bay. Joe stared up at the imposing face of the cliff; the rock was dark and several cracks could be seen in the surface even from where they stood more then fifty feet below the top.
"We're really not supposed to go there," Joe started; once again he was struck by the eerie backwards familiarity of the conversation. "Dad said…" Joe continued only to be cut off by his older brother.
"We're going to get out of this fine, Joe, we always do; Dad won't even have to know." Frank answered trying in vain to reassure his brother. Joe sighed inwardly, he was supposed to be the reckless one, not Frank. And honestly, Joe wasn't good at being the responsible, cautious one. Without waiting for a response the elder of the two turned and headed away from their car toward the rocky path that twisted up the cliff. Joe groaned before turning and hurriedly following in his supposedly cautious brother's wake.
It took them almost twenty minutes to walk up the winding path that took them to the top of the cliff. Joe was around fifteen feet behind his brother. Frank moved out of Joe's line of vision as he made the final turn onto the ledge that held the cave they'd been trying to get to. They were fairly certain that the killer was in it. Their suspicions were confirmed (at least for Joe) when he turned the corner two minutes after his brother and was greeted by the sight of his brother with a gun pressed against his temple.
"Hello, Joseph, lovely weather we're having, don't you think?" The man inquired pleasantly. Joe gaped at him. The killer grinned. "Did you honestly think I didn't see you guys following me back there?" He inquired disbelievingly with a raised eyebrow. Joe ignored him in favor of attempting to find some way to get both him and his brother off the cliff and away from the killer safely.
"So, um," Joe paused desperately trying to think of a way to distract the man and give them more time. He seized upon the first thought that jumped into his head and ran with it. "Why did you kill all those kids?" The blond questioned. The man considered him briefly before responding.
"I suppose since you're both going to die I may as well indulge you." He started off. "The kids are a smoke screen, we, that is my employers and I, only killed them to make sure the police had their attention focused elsewhere so that we could carry out our real plans." Joe gaped at the man and noticed that his brother was shaking with barely contained anger. "We killed that kid, what was his name…Dave?"
"DANNY, HIS NAME WAS DANNY." Frank shouted it probably wasn't the wised move. The killers eyes hardened and he jammed the gun tighter against the detective's skull.
"Yeah, we killed Danny, to insure that the two of you would come running after us. He was the perfect target, because killing him would make your brother not think clearly without making it apparent that this had anything to do with either one of you. Otherwise we probably would've killed your lovely girlfriend, Callie is it?" The killer whose name they'd later learn was Christopher Reynolds continued.
"Leave. Callie. Alone." Frank hissed through clenched teeth. Joe sent his older brother a warning look before asking Reynolds another question.
"What exactly are you trying to distract the police from?"
"We're running, a…well let's just call it a water taxi service for certain I believe you'd call them terrorist groups." Reynolds explained. "You see, this is the perfect location to carry out our plans, it's right near the Canadian border if we need to make a quick escape, and it has a large waterfront. Cargo boats are inspected before they leave for the United States but not once they arrive, our guests board after we leave and no one is the wiser. And we needed to keep it that way considering how important our travelers are so we had to insure that the police were distracted and the two of you weren't thinking clearly." The man elaborated the sheer magnitude of what they were doing hit Joe and his eyes widened in horror. "However, Joseph, I do believe that it's about time for you to say bye-bye to big brother." Reynolds said an evil grin upon his face. Joe tried frantically to think of a way to keep the man talking but he came up with nothing. "You know, I could just shoot you…" He continued this time addressing Frank. "But, that's so cliché, where's the originality in that?" Reynolds said sounding half crazed.
"Um, nowhere?" Joe suggested apprehensively.
"Exactly." Reynolds replied smiling at Joe as he waved his gun wildly pointing it first at Joe then Frank and finally back to Joe. "I'm glad you understand, now let me see…" He paused thoughtfully murmuring under his breath so that the brothers could barely make out what he was saying. "…older brother…bomb…first…Joe…girlfriend, dead…that's it…" Frank seemed to be calming down now his chocolaty brown eyes watching Reynolds worriedly. Joe's own sapphire eyes echoed that worry. "Sit down, Frank." Reynolds said grabbing Frank by his left shoulder and forcing him downward. The detective scowled and allowed himself to be pushed into a sitting position on the cliff floor. "I've decided what I'm going to do," Reynolds stated cheerfully never moving his eyes from Joe's face. "You see, as you already know, I've researched you both quite a bit, and I'm aware of that girlfriend of yours…what's her name? Irma? Isabella? You know the one that got her self blown up?"
"Her. Name. Was. Iola." Joe said through clenched teeth.
"Whatever," Reynolds replied kneeling down his eyes still fixed on Joe, whilst his gun was pointed downward at Frank. He studiously reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of rope. "Sit back against that rock," The man ordered gesturing with the gun toward a large boulder that appeared to weight at least fifty pounds. Reynolds dutifully began to wrap the rope around Frank's torso and the rock, he made sure the knot was tight enough to keep the twenty-one year old from moving. "And now, it's time to say, bye-bye, to big-brother." The murderer continued sadistically walking closer to Joe and grabbing the blonde by his arm. "I've decided," The seemingly insane man began. "To blow your brother up." He finished smiling triumphantly at the look of horror on Joe's face.
A/N You have to wait until next chapter to see him actually die...although it's not like you'll be left in suspense for long considering that A. you know he's dead, and b. I update everyday. lol. Anyway, review.