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I nodded, but deep down I knew and she knew no matter what anyone said— the possibility was very strong that I would never see my mother again. ____
"Here's your proof of life," Cat widened her eyes in taunt as she waved the picture of my terrified mother in my face. I saw the pleads in her eyes as she stared into the camera with her hands tied.
"Oh, Sarah said something else too—"
"Sarah? You already slipped up," Y/n scoffed. We watched as a baffled look fell upon Cat's face while she went over what she said. Y/n stood up and walked out of the room and I followed suit.
We walked into the conference room where everyone was trying to work up something. "Garcia, search for inmates from Cat's prison with the first name Sarah." She gave me a thumbs up and began typing away.
"Okay.. there's a Sarah Miller and a Sarah Davis."
"Were either of them cellmates with Cat?" Y/n asked, taking a seat next to Garcia.
"Yeah, Sarah Davis. After Juliette Weaver was transferred to another prison because Cat had used her to kidnap Max's parents— she was paired with Sarah Davis. She just has a few misdemeanor crimes— battery and possession. She finished her two-year sentence one month ago," Garcia informed, looking up at us hopefully.
"That's who's with Diana. Thanks, Pen," Y/n said, giving Garcia a side hug.
We walked back into the interrogation room, "So what else did Sarah Davis say about my mother?"
She smiled sarcastically, "She said and I quote— 'She's having some sort of schizophrenic break. It's annoying. Hurry up so I don't have to be around her any longer, I'd rather be in a cell.'"
I reached over, taking the phone from her hands. That is in fact what it says and if my mom is having an episode— let's just say it's not good especially if she's around a felon.
I copy and paste the number, sending it to Garcia so she can trace it. I know Cat said it wouldn't work but come on— I'm supposed to believe her?
"The FBI so smart aren't they. You figured out who she is— now you just have to find out where she is. Hopefully, you do that in time, Spencie," She pats my hands that are intertwined on the table.
"So, Y/n. Just curious what's it like being with a traumatized man with daddy issues and mommy issues. Win-win, huh?" She leans into her palm, staring directly at Y/n.
Y/n doesn't say anything— just stares at her like a dog about to charge at a cat. Pun not intended.
"How's the sex?" Cat ravished leaning back in her seat and looking up at the ceiling, "I can only imagine how good it is."
"You're right you can only imagine," She replies sharply. I clear my throat as I'm practically choking on the tension these two have created.
