I was waiting for Michael to do whatever he needed to do in the garden centre. I was waiting in the car, tapping on the steering wheel occasionally.
"Are you alright?" Someone tapped on the window. I slowly rolled the window down.
"Er, yeah" I said, not looking at the man.
"You sure?" I looked at the man, seeing it was someone from the garden centre.
"Yeah" I said, and finally they walked off, I saw Michael come running towards the car, and I opened the door for him.
"Drive!" He said, so I did as I was told, stopping at a diner after a half hour driving.
"Here you go" The waitress said, putting down our coffees.
"Turn the sound up on the tube, Jenny" A customer asked.
"Sure, Hank"
"Do you have any thoughts on the death of David Apolskis?" I looked at the TV in shock.
"It was unfortunate" The agent said.
"Oh, David..." I heard Michael murmur.
"Tests show he was shot at close range. Was there ever any opportunity..." The reporter continued.
"Let me remind you that despite his age, David "Tweener" Apolskis was a fugitive wh...who made a move for my weapon. I did not want to have to kill him. Sometimes things happen that are just out of your control"
"That good old boy's hunting them all down, ain't he?" Hank asked.
"Sources claim that you have recovered Scofield's hard drive, and have obtained substantial data from it" Michael stood up, and I looked at him. He didn't look very happy.
"What sources?" The agent asked.
"Where allegedly you retrieved information detailing not only how Scofield broke out, but how he plans to stay out. Care to comment?"
"No"
"The event at Blanding Botanical Gardens earlier today, that was a result of hard drive data you collected"
"No comment"
"Have you found other locations where Scofield might be headed?"
"I believe I said no comment"
"Mr. Mahone, tell us where you're headed next" Agent Mahone walked away from the reporters, but they still shouted questions at him.
"What role will the hard drive play?"
"Where are we going?" I asked, as we walked out of the diner.
"To find information on Agent Mahone" He said, and we made our way into a library. We went to a free computer and I kept a look out while Michael found whatever he needed on the computer.
"Lets go" He said, a couple of minutes later, he took my hand and we exited the library, going across the road to a clothes store.
"Our half-price stuff's in the back" The sales woman said.
"I'm looking for something very specific" Michael told her.
"Okay" Michael spotted something hanging up, and went to get a closer look.
"This is it. This is exactly what I need"
"Great" We payed and left, getting back in the car.
"So, why are we doing this again?" I asked, avoiding looking at Michael who was getting changed into a suit.
"Because, if anyone knows him, it will be his ex-wife" He said, I handed him some glasses, which he put on and he picked up his portfolio and went to ring the doorbell, of the house we were parked outside. I ducked so Pam wouldn't see me.
I waited for half an hour, when Michael came back out. I ducked down again and moved to the passenger seat. Michael got in the car, and handed me the notes he had taken.
"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" I asked, flicking through the notes, not really knowing what I was looking for.
"Yes. Now I know him as well as he seems to know me" He said, as we drove off. Michael handed me a cell phone.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, seeing as the phone was definitely one I hadn't seen before.
Michael smiled at me "It's Pam's cell phone" I flicked through the contacts list stopping on the one that read "Alex".
"Are you gonna do what I think your gonna do?" I asked, handing the phone back to him.
He pressed the call button, and put it on speakerphone.
"Pam, I really can't talk right now" Mahone's voice came out the phone, when it stopped ringing.
"Maybe we should call back" I said.
"Who is this?"
"I think you already know" Michael said.
"If you've done anything to Pam, or my boy..."
"We both know your family's fine. Although Pam did seem a little upset about you leaving. But then you had to, didn't you? Because you couldn't let her find out"
"Find out about what?"
"Oscar Shales, you remember? The one that got away. Except he didn't get too far, did he?"
"Ah, you're slipping, Scofield"
"Maybe. Let's hypothesize for a moment. Let's pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don't think I could have just handed that psychopath over to the courts. Not after he had eluded me for so long. Made me look bad"
"You've been out in the sun way too long, boy"
"You feds make a nice living. But not so nice you go around tearing up expensive sod. Not unless you had to do a little digging. Not unless you wanted to hide something. Or someone. That's what all the lye was for, wasn't it? See, because there are two kinds of lye. Small amounts of the first kind can be a gardener's best friend. And large bags of the other kind decomposes bodies"
"Oh, you should write mystery novels"
"I don't know about you, but if I buried someone in my own back yard, I'd think about it all the time. I'd think...I'd think maybe I should move that body. Then I'd remember that DNA leaches into soil, so even when the body was gone the proof of what I'd done would still be there. I can imagine how it feels...the pressure. The constant fear. It's more than a man can bear. I'm gonna give you a chance. Back off, let me and my family disappear. And in return, I'll keep your little secret. How does that sound?"
"Like a dead man talking"
"I know it's not how you wanted this to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just...out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself"
"I'll see you soon, Michael. Oh, and Michael, it just may be sooner than you think" Michael hung up and looked at me.
"That went well" I said sarcasticly
AN: This chapter was a bit short, but you know there's not really a lot to work with. Didn't want to mess with the story line too much.