Even in Interrogation no one could understand why Veger was there, everyone huddled around the monitor so they could see in here what was going on, what Veger was saying, how Joe was reacting. The fact that they were coercing like normal people, as normal as brilliant intellectuals can be, baffled them.
"Where's Weston?"
The harsh voice came from behind, no doubt Ryan's and there was a moment of shuffling as people looked around, some shrugging, and then all eyes were back on the monitor once more. Ryan rolled his eyes, but he wasn't leaving the room either, he was just puzzled that the kid was missing this, something that could be insightful later on. If he didn't get him for it later, Agent Parker would.
Alone in another room, one would find Mike with a file laid out before him, blank paper and pen as well as three monitors up with different things and he checked references and dates instead of switching between open tabs on a single screen. One glaringly obvious page was a blog, the top of the screen showed two men, one who happened to be the man in the interrogation room, Veger.
Mike Weston was researching Veger instead of watching him and Carroll talk. Sure, he knew he might get heat for it, but he also know Veger wasn't going to say too much to Joe, or to the others; His boyish obsessions told him this, and he felt the need, as he always did, to impress Ryan.
"A blog so nicely titled "Whoring His Expertise" and written by a man by the name of Reese Snow who seems to be a good friend of Veger's. They appear in a lot of crime scene photos together, and it's written in first person through his eyes."
"You're saying he blogs about his friend, that's odd. People run blogs about themselves and their pet cat, yet it's all about him?" Parker rolled her eyes, as she thought that she missed something, the newsflash that only genius' mattered and everyone had to cater to their existence.
"You've got it all wrong."
Parker's thoughts were broken by Mike's desperate voice.
"He, Reese, even says that he wants people to see beyond the ego and that selfish attitude, that Veger has and can do great work. Look at it as he's writing about them and their adventures. And if you ask me, which you didn't, Veger doesn't seem like the kind of person that has a lot of friends."
"Talking about me?"
The room fills with that kind of awkward silence that cricket's don't even chip in; Everyone's quiet, embarrassed and just starring at the man leaning in the doorway.
"Please, don't stop on my account, I love hearing about myself."
Veger waits a moment before sighing and shaking his head.
"Really, nothing? That's fine. I suppose you all should know that Mr. Carroll said nothing that might help you now, however he's now got a rogue piece, me. He might not come right after me, but I'm sure you might want to inform the NYPD to keep an eye on Reese."
"Oh, and he wants Sir Conan Doyle's complete anthology of Sherlock Holmes."