Esposito looked over at Castle, who had closed his eyes while they were watching the interview.

"You recognize this guy, Castle?"

The writer didn't open his eyes.

"No. And I don't recognize the voice, either."

Which explained why he had his eyes closed. He was listening as well as watching while Beckett asked the questions and Mr. Madison answered them.

OOOOOOOOOO

"Mr. Madison…"

"Why do you look so surprised by her name?" Madison interrupted. "You have her."

Beckett shook her head.

"No. We don't. I'm sorry, but if we're talking about the same woman, then I'm afraid your sister is dead."

"No. I talked to her a week ago. Your cock and bull BS fake death didn't work. I know she's alive. I saw her."

"Do you know a man named Jeremy?" Beckett asked.

"No. Where's my sister?"

Realizing that she wasn't going to get anywhere until they made sure that they were talking about the same person – although she was almost certain they were – Beckett stood up.

"I need you to come with me, please, Mr. Madison."

"Where?"

"Just come with me, please."

She headed for the door, and Madison stood up, too. Beckett looked into the mirror on the wall, her expression clearly telling the guys something. Luckily, Ryan and Esposito knew exactly what she wanted them to do.

"I'm going to run Bridget Hart," Ryan said. "And see if there is any connection to someone named Jeremy."

"I'm going to call Lanie and let her know they're on the way down."

Both detectives got up and left, leaving Castle alone. He wanted to go with Beckett and see if this man actually was related to Bridget, but he knew that Madison was still off limits to him until they knew what he knew. He hesitated, and stayed where he was, knowing that Beckett would eventually bring Madison back to interrogation one way or the other.

OOOOOOOOOO

Lanie was waiting for them when they arrived. Standing beside the drawer that held the body of Linda Swartz. Since Madison was an ex cop Beckett didn't need to tell him what was happening. He knew what was in the drawers. It was obvious, though, that he didn't expect to see the body that he saw when Lanie pulled out the drawer. His face, which had been defiant, went ashen and a soft moan of denial escaped his lips.

Beckett didn't need to ask if he knew her; it was obvious that he did. But she did have to ask the identity of the body since they had it wrong.

"Mr. Madison? Is this Bridget Hart?"

He nodded, reaching out and brushing a finger against the cold cheek.

"Yes. That's her…"

Beckett and Lanie shared a look and then Lanie closed the drawer, gently, and the detective led Madison out of the room and quietly back to the interrogation room – not wanting him to say anything until they were back where there were cameras and microphones to record what he told her. He was lost in his thoughts anyway, so he didn't seem ready to try to start a conversation with her just then. She sat him back in his chair and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Esposito and Ryan had both rejoined Castle by then, and she walked into the observation room.

"Castle?" she asked. "Do you know him?"

The writer shook his head.

"No. And I don't know the voice, either," he added.

"What do we have on Bridget Hart?"

"She died," Ryan said. "Five years ago."

"Seriously?"

"That's what we have," he told her. "Gas leak in her house led to an explosion that leveled the place."

"They found a body?"

He nodded.

"But it was burned and mangled. They couldn't ID anything, so they went on the assumption that it was her since the house was registered to her."

"And Jeremy?"

"No mention of anyone else living there. She wasn't married, had just graduated from college and was working in a fast food place."

"Huh. Okay, keep digging. See if there's any mention of Jeremy working in the same place she was working – check her college year books if you can find one."

Ryan nodded, but he didn't leave since he knew she was going to head back into the interrogation room. They'd all watch the interrogation because they knew one of them might pick up on something the others might have missed. Beckett left them and went to join Madison again.

He looked up when she walked in.

"She was shot…"

Beckett nodded.

"Yes."

"Who did it? Do you have them in custody?"

"No. We're still working on that. Our records show that your sister died in an explosion five years ago."

"You would know. You set it up."

"Mr. Madison, she wasn't in witness protection."

"She said she was."

"When you spoke to her last week?"

"Right. She said she snuck out because she wanted to see me."

"I have no doubt that she'd want to see you after so long, Mr. Madison," Beckett told him as gently as she could. "But we didn't have her."

"Why would she lie?"

"Why would she go into hiding?" Beckett countered.

He scowled.

"I don't know."

"When you talked to her did she mention a man named Jeremy? Or Andrew Mahr?"

"No. She just told me that she was in witness protection but that she wasn't going to have to be for much longer."

"Did she say why?"

"No. When I asked she said she couldn't tell me."

Beckett pulled out a picture that they had from Andrew Mahr's license.

"Do you recognize this man?"

"No."

"Did your sister mention anything about a gift?"

He sighed and shook his head.

"No. What kind of gift?"

"We're not sure."

Madison looked at the picture in front of him.

"Is this Andrew guy the one who shot her?"

"We think he might be," she confirmed.

"What can I do?"

"How did you find the safehouse?"

He leaned back.

"I was a cop. I know the drill."

"It's not that easy."

"I still know people…"

"Who?"

"I'm not going to tell you that, Detective." He took a deep breath. "Are we done? I need to start making arrangements for my sister. Again."

She could have held him – at least for a little while – but her gut was telling her that he didn't have any more information she could use just then, and she was almost certain that he didn't have anything to do with what had happened to Castle.

"We're done. For now. Are you going to be staying in town?"

"Yes. For now."

"Make sure we have your number in case we have any more questions," she told him.

He took out a business card and handed it to her.

"That's my cell number."

She reciprocated by giving him one of hers.

"Stay away from my safehouse, Mr. Madison," she said, standing up.

"I don't have any reason to go there again," he pointed out as he stood up, as well.

Beckett would have someone keep an eye on him anyway. Just to make sure.