Title: The Manhattan Three

By: grygoose70

Summary: Who or what are the Manhattan Three.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own are the words used to write this story.

Chapter 3

Still Day 2, The Precinct

"Okay Castle, time for a story," Beckett declared now that she was finished.

"Okay," Castle replied placing a hand to his chin, stroking it. Beckett knowing it was another of his tells. "Be mindful this is completely conjecture. But let's say Declara paid a visit to Suzanne McCall on the night of June 6, that he was aware she was going to testify against him in court, and that he was going to try and convince her not to maybe even offer her a bribe, but she refused. He got mad and hit her and she passed out. Let's also assume Declara's two buddies were waiting for him out in the car. He called them in. They discussed what to do. Suzanne started to come out of unconsciousness, one of them hit her again hard enough to cause internal bleeding killing her. Now they were real trouble. And then Stacy and Sherrill arrived. The three men had no choice now they had to kill them also. The men stripped the women of their clothing, then took them and buried them."

"But Franklinson's report said Suzanne McCall's bed had been slept in," Ryan commented.

"Let's say it was late when Declara showed up maybe midnight or so, Suzanne would already have been in bed."

"What about the clothes being folded up," Espo said, "if that was something she didn't normally do."

"Couple of theories about that Expo, but you do have a valid point that can't easily be explained."

While Beckett was going over the information concerning the abduction of Suzanne McCall, Stacy McCall and Sherrill Levitt with Castle, Ryan and Esposito; Analdo was covering much of the same information with Rhymer and Fuller, only for a different reason, the murder of Suzanne McCall, Stacy McCall and Sherrill Levitt. She had just received the preliminary medical examiner's report from Lanie and Perlmutter and is so engrossed in its content she didn't hear Rhymer' request.

"What does it say, Analdo," he repeated only louder.

"Huh? What? Analdo stammered coming out of her trance.

"What does it say," he reiterated, this time in his normal voice.

"It says Suzanne McCall has a fractured jaw and a crack to her skull in her frontal lobe. Stacy McCall has a fracture to her skull in her parietal. and Sherrill Levitt's skull is caved in at the temporal, zygomatic, sphenoid, area."

"Alright," Fuller said. I pretty much know where those first two areas are but those last three lost me."

"Pretty much the side of the face," Analdo said.

"Does it say what kind of weapon was used," Rhymer asked,

"Something round like a pipe," Analdo replied.

"Or maybe a tire iron," Fuller added.

"Okay, we've got a pretty good idea as to the how, what we need now is the who," Analdo stated.

"How about this Declara dude," Rhymer said.

"Possible, but we need to know more about him. Rhymer, start digging into him, and dig deep."

"You got it," he replied returning to his desk and booting up his computer,

"Fuller, grab a uniform and go to the thirty-three and find out where all the evidence is, bring it back here and give it to John Edison, tell him to go through it with a fine tooth comb."

"Done, boss," he answered rising from his chair and heading out, yelling for Officer Hastings to come with him.

Analdo herself booted up her laptop, she was going to locate the people Franklinson interviewed, and talked to them again, plus any others.

"Ryan, I want you to find out everything you can about that area prior to 2005," Beckett ordered. "Espo, start digging into the people Franklinton interviewed."

Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women

She stepped out through the main gate and breathed her first breath of free air in two years. She had been arrested and convicted for accessory to a bank robbery. It had been her second conviction for such an offense, so she was sentenced to five years, but she has received an early release due to overcrowding.

He was waiting for her as she came out instantly going to her engulfing her in a hug. When they separated the first words he spoke were, "They discovered the bodies."

"Won't matter," she replied, "they won't find any proof it we were there. Now let's get out of here I've had enough of this place, and there's something else I need right now."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked.

"You," she responded.

The Precinct

Beckett exited her office, making her way to the breakroom for coffee. Her husband had left an hour ago for a business luncheon with Paula, his agent, so he'll be gone awhile, which means she'll have to have a regular cup of coffee since even after all this time with him she still couldn't make a decent latte. "Hey Inez, what ya doing?"

"Looking for the current addresses for all the people Franklinson talked to, so I can interview them again."

"Find anyone interesting?"

"Just this, a Marilyn Mason, one of the guests at the Kirby party is currently serving a five year sentence at Bedford Hills on an accessory charge."

""Looks like someone we need to talk to. Let's call Bedford, see if we can arrange to do just that," Kate said watching as Inez took a sip from her coffee cup, then make a disgusting face. "Come on, I was just getting a fresh cup myself."

As the two women proceeded to the breakroom Inez did a search on her phone for Bedford Hills Correctional Facility, while Kate dumped the remanence of old coffee down the sink and began brewing a fresh pot. Finely finding the BHCF website with its phone number Inez placed a call. She introduced herself and the reason for her call, and waited while the call was transferred to the appropriate cellblock. "Is that right," Inez stated. "Did she leave an address where she would be staying," she then asked. "Okay, thank you. Wait, did she have any visitors." Ater a brief pause she said, "thanks," then disconnecting the call.

"What was that all about," Kate enquired filling their cups.

"Marilyn Mason was released an hour ago. She gave her parents address as her forwarding address, and the only visitor to come see her was an Alex Crossman."

"Do we know where her parents live?"

"Staten Island, both deceased."

"What about this Alex Crossman?"

"Don't know anything about him, but I'm about to find out," picking up her cup and heading for the bullpen and her desk.

Kate pulled up a chair next to Analdo's desk and sat, watched as Inez began typing away on her laptop. "Got four hits. One eighteen years old, another thirty-four, one who died at the age of three and another fifty-six."

"See what you can find out about the thirty-four year old," Kate told her.

"On it," Inez replied as once again her fingers began flying across the keys. "Alexander Crossman, born on Staten Island, mother and father, unknown. Raised in an orphanage until he was fifteen, then disappeared. Served nine months of a one year sentence at Queensboro Correctional for robbery, and get this, at a mausoleum."

"How old was he then," Kate asked?

"Twenty-three."

"Was anyone else with him?

"Doesn't say."

Castle Inn & Spa

They found a quaint hotel along I-87 on the outskirts of Tarrytown that wasn't too expensive. As soon as they entered the room they stripped themselves naked, flipped down the comforter on the king sizes bed and for the next ninety minutes fucked each other's brains out. They lay there now exhausted and sweat laden, he was the first to be able to speak telling her, he was "going to take a shower."

"I'll be there in a minute," she replied.

She pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in behind him, then closed the curtain afterwards, she then wrapped her arms around him, feeling for is member. "Good God Mar haven't you had enough already," he teased.

"Hey, I was licked, poked and prodded in every hole on my body for two years, but never by a real dick, so yes I have some real need for one."

"Okay then," he responded, "turn around and bend over."

She yelled when feeing his fleshy rod slide between her butt cheeks into her bunghole.

The Precinct

"Let's go to across the street to Bernices and grab some lunch," Kate said rising from her chair. "Good idea, I could use something to eat," Inez replied shutting down her laptop and going to join her.

"I'm going to put out a BOLO on Crossman," Inez said when she and Kate returned.

"You may also want to contact some of the local television stations, have them broadcast an APB (All Points Bulletin)," Kate replied heading to her office where she saw Ryan and Esposito waiting.

"Thanks, I believe I'll do that."

"So, what have you guys found out," Beckett asked sitting down at her desk.

"Well, when the Millers purchase the property in 2006, the two lots the west were undeveloped also. They were bought by Youngblood Home Builders, in February, 2007, who constructed a triplex across the two lots. I'm waiting on a call back to find out who bought them."

"Franklinson interviewed more than a hundred people. So far I've tracked down twelve of them," Espo stated.

"Let's divide the rest of the list up between us," Beckett ordered, "find as many as we can."

By 7pm they have located sixty-four of the one hundred an three names on the list. Of the remaining thirty-nine, thirteen were dead, eighteen had married and moved out of state, the remaining eight were just unaccounted for.

"Come on, let's get some dinner, Remy's, I'm buying," Beckett said.

"Works for me," Espo replied. "Me too," Ryan added.

Just as they finished gathering up all their paperwork and filing it away Beckett's office phone rang. "Captain Beckett," she said upon answering. It was the down stairs desk. "Okay, put him on," she said transferring her phone to speaker, then "This is Captain Beckett, twelfth precinct. To whom am I speaking with?"

"My name is George Plimpton; I own the Castle Inn and Spa in Tarrytown. I just saw the bulletin on WNYW, that you were looking for Alex Crossman.

End of Chapter 3