Chapter 14
"You're back, eh? Why do I have a sneaking suspicion it hasn't got anything to do with my son?" Fiona gave the Captain a look the next morning when she opened the front door to her home.
"I wish I had an update, but we need to talk more about Dylan and it seems you are the only one we can talk to," Olivia gave her a slight smile.
"Figures. Well, come on in. I just put the coffee on," Fiona told them.
"Thank you," the Captain said. The two progressed behind the older lady and Olivia gave George a wink. He smirked and followed Fiona into the kitchen.
"Sneaking up on me huh?" She asked.
"Hardly. I thought you might want some help with the coffee," George said.
"Buttering me up. Well, you talked me into it," she teased him and then pointed to the cupboard where the coffee cups were.
"Good. I'm George by the way," he told her as he reached up, opened the cupboard, and pulled three cups out. He noticed that the kitchen hadn't been updated in a while, much like the rest of the house. Despite her physical issues, the house was spotless.
"Nice to meet you, George. You're not a cop, are you?" Fiona asked.
"I used to be FBI," he admitted.
"Pulling out the big guns then," she said.
"Well, we need to know more about Dylan. We think he's the key to all of this," George said.
"Of course he is. He's been nothing but trouble since the day he was born," the elderly woman shook her head before asking if he wanted milk or sugar. George admitted that both he and the Captain liked their coffee black. Fiona said she liked enough sugar so that her back teeth started to wiggle. They had a laugh and then George placed the cups on a tray.
"Nice hot coffee," he told Olivia.
"Excellent," she smiled from her seat on the couch. He sat down next to her.
"So, you want to know about my predator nephew," Fiona said, her cup of highly sugared coffee was still on the coffee table as she settled into her recliner.
"The detective who arrested him…" George started.
"Detectives Nott and Klass. I remember them," Fiona nodded.
"Regrettably Detective Nott died in Afghanistan a couple of years ago, so we think that Detective Klass has become a focus of Dylan," Olivia told her.
"That's a shame. A man doing something important with his life while my nephew still gets to darken people's doorways," Fiona shook her head and went for her coffee.
"Detective Klass said that Dylan was very angry when he got convicted," George said.
"The boy always had anger management issues. He didn't like to be told 'no' or that he had to wait or that he couldn't play with a toy that wasn't his. Regrettably, his mother, Ann, catered to his every whim, so while you're trying to institute that there are rules in your house, he doesn't understand why that would be. Kid went through about a million babysitters. So, when Dylan's mom, couldn't get anyone to babysit, she'd leave him home alone. It was a recipe for disaster, but I didn't want him around my kids. Maybe that was a failing on my part," the elderly woman heaved a sigh.
"What was he like at school?" George wondered.
"School? He was barely in it. Had the Truant Officer at my place looking for him at least once a month because he didn't answer the door at his house. The school had to corner him and his mother. Once she was threatened with CPS getting involved, she made sure that she drove him to school and picked him up from school. The Truant Officer had helpers following him around for the first few days so that he got the hint. Because someone was watching his ass for a good portion of the day, he managed to barely graduate high school. After that he was out in the world, not for long mind you," Fiona said.
"Has he reached out to you since he got out?" The former FBI agent asked.
"I had to send him a letter telling him his mom was dead. He missed the funeral as the court wouldn't let him out for it. They deemed him a flight risk. I am not surprised that he did not reach out to me but it seems he reached out to Drew, given that note I found," Fiona heaved a sigh.
"We've received Drew's phone records. He was in contact with someone using a burner phone, so we figure that was Dylan. Why would Drew talk to him if you tried to avoid him?" Olivia wanted to know.
"Honestly, I have no idea. I know that Dylan wrote to Drew a couple of times as I intercepted the mail before he got it but admittedly after telling him not to write back, I don't know what he did," the elderly woman said.
"You think he'd have kept those letters?" George asked.
"No but I haven't had the heart to clean out his room yet. I found that note you read the other day under his pillow," Fiona told them.
"I'm going to have a forensics team come here and go through his bedroom to find anything related to Dylan. They will put everything back the way it was, we just need to know what Drew knew and if it was maybe what lead to his death," Olivia said.
"Do what you have to do. If Dylan killed my boy, I want him to swing," Fiona told them.
"I'll stay with you while they search," George promised.
"I appreciate that but I'm sure you have other fish to fry," Fiona said.
"No, I don't," the forensic psychiatrist told her. Olivia's phone rang and she quickly excused herself. She listened to the caller on the other end of the call and promised to see them soon.
"They need me back at the precinct. You catching a ride with forensics?" The Captain asked her old friend.
"I will," he nodded. Olivia thanked them both and headed outside to her SUV. The surveillance and the halfway house had been incredibly fruitful and she hoped they could advance the case.
To Be Continued…