Raddison Hotel

"I'll get it!" Robert yelled as he walked from the kitchen to answer the knocking at the door. "Good morning." He said letting John in.

John handed him a box. "I brought some donuts and bagels. How did everything go last night? Are Patrick and Jessie okay?"

Robert nodded. "They're fine. Patrick's getting dressed. Jessie's taking a shower We should be ready to go in a half hour."

"It's okay, there's no rush. We're taking the VCTF jet, so it's not like we have to go through baggage checks. As long as we get to the airport by eight we'll be fine. Any later than that I'll have to deal with Bailey." John laughed.

"We won't let that happen." Robert grinned. "Thanks for this." He said making himself a bagel.

"No problem. Hi." He said as Patrick came out of his room. "Good morning. I brought breakfast."

"Thank you. We'll be ready in a few minutes. Jessie's almost done."

"We have plenty of time, don't worry."

Patrick nodded and sat down to have a bagel. He looked up at John. "Look, about last night-"

John shook his head. "Don't worry about it. You guys needed to take care of each other...I'm just sorry I couldn't help."

Patrick reached over and put his hand on John's arm squeezing gently. "Don't be...and thank you."

"Hey," Jessie said as she walked into the room with a towel on her head rubbing it into her damp hair. "Sal just called, he wants me to go to the races with him. Will we be home by then?"

"Nice look," John said grinning.

Jessie pulled the towel away from her eyes and smiled. "Thanks." She walked over to the table and looked in the box of donuts. "Sweet...Boston Creme...yum."

Patrick shook his head laughing. "That girl would live on those things if she could." He gave her a napkin to wipe the creme that had squirted out the back of the donut and down her arm when she bit into it. "We should be home around noon, but I want you to hang with me the next couple days."

"It's Sal, Dad...being with him is like being with you. It'll only be for a couple hours..."

"Okay, okay...after that you're with me until these guys are caught." Patrick conceded.

Jessie grabbed another donut and headed back to the bedroom. "I'll be done in a few minutes."


Boston: Lexington Hill Apartments

"I don't like this..." Lewis said pacing in front of Krieger. "Killin' this guy is a mistake...he has a lot of friends..."

"Look, we're almost done with Langston. We made a ton of money and we're gonna make a ton more if we finish this through to the end. Just keep your cool. Don't blow it."

"Why is Langston coming for this one? He's never wanted to be there before...I don't like it."

"Langston says he owes this guy...so he wants to be there. He says he wants this one to be special...really wants to get O'Doyle's attention this time."

"I still don't like it...I gotta bad feeling this isn't gonna turn out the way he thinks it is."

"Just keep your trap shut and do what I say," Krieger told him as a black Lexus pulled to a stop in front of them and Roy Langston got out.

"Good morning, gentleman, shall we get started." Roy Langston smiled, his all teeth, shark smile.

Krieger looked over at Lewis noticing the man had visibly cringed when Roy smiled, he put his hand on Lewis' shoulder and squeezed hard enough to get his attention. "We're ready, right Lewis?"

Lewis nodded. "He's in apartment 4c."

"Good, let's pay our buddy, Sal, a not so friendly visit." Roy headed into the building and Krieger and Lewis followed.


BOSTON: Patrick O'Doyle's Penthouse

"God, it's good to be home." Jessie threw her bag down in front of the door and sat down on to the couch.

"Yes, it is.." Patrick agreed. "I just wish we could truly enjoy it."

"I was trying not to think about that." She said quietly.

Patrick sat down next to her. "I know...but we have to...it's the only way we're going to stay safe. I called Joey, he's gonna pick you up and take you to Sal's. After the races I want Sal to bring you back here, okay? No stopping off for drinks or anything...just come straight home."

Jessie nodded. "So how long is this lockdown gonna last?" She said sarcastically, then wish she hadn't because of the sudden terrified look that came across his face. "Dad-"

"I don't know what I would do if something happened to you...especially if it was my fault. Susan...and all the others..they...they died because of me. If...if...I couldn't-" He stumbled over the words he wanted to say and finally gave up putting his head down.

Jessie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it. I'll come straight home. I won't even go if you don't want me too." She said quickly trying to fix the situation.

Patrick pulled away from her and kissed her forehead. "No, no...I want you to go with Sal. It's okay, Jess. I just need you to be safe."

"Are you sure? I could stay here with you..."

"No, honey, you go hang with Sal for a while. After Agent Malone and his team gets settled into their hotel and then swing by the police station they're coming here...we're gonna see if we can find the murdering bastards that killed Susan." Patrick felt his cell phone vibrating so he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "It's Joey, he's downstairs." He smiled. "Put some money on Blue for me. Go have some fun."

Jessie gave him a quick hug. "Thanks, Dad...see ya later.


Tbc...