Sam was dressed in a suit with slicked hair, and me, in a suit and my hair in a bun, were interrogating the manager, a middle aged man.
"Helena was our head buyer. She ... she was family, you know? She said it herself, every year at the Christmas party. She said we were the only family she had." the manager said.
"So there were never any signs that she'd do something like this?" Sam asked.
"No. Still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases, and the safe. Edgar — our night watchman — he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do, he'd known her for years. He called me at home." the manager said.
"And that's when she took his gun?" I asked.
"She shot him in the face. I heard him die. Over the phone." the manager said.
"Any idea what her motive could have been?" I asked.
"What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, all that jewelry, and then what? Just dump it somewhere, just hide it, and then go home and..." the manager said.
"She killed herself?" Dean asked.
"Well, the cops said. She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?" Frannie asked.
"Yeah. Well, thank you, Frannie, I think that's all I need." Dean said.
"Really? Because I've got more. You know, if you wanted to interview me sometime. In private?" Frannie said shyly. Dean eyed Sam and I guiltily across the room.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are. Why don't you write your number down there for me?" Dean asked.
"So you never saw the security camera footage yourself, then?" Sam asked.
"No. The police, they took all the tapes, first thing." the manager said. Dean approached us.
"Yeah, of course they did." Dean said. He waved Frannie's number at Sam.
We left the jewelry store, drove down a dark street and pulled up in front of a small house.
"Five, this is it." I said.
"Friggin' cops." Dean said.
"They're just doing their job, Dean." Sam said.
"No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it. Talk to me about this bank." Dean said. We got out of the car and approached the house.
"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust, it was hit about a month ago." I said.
"Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" Dean asked.
"Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide." Sam said.
"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place." I said.
"God." Dean said.
"Yeah." I said. Sam knocked on the screen door.
"Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" Sam asked. A bright flood light turned on, and we shielded our eyes.
"Son of a b-" Dean said. A youngish man came to the door warily.
"FBI, Mr. Resnick." I said.
"Let me see the badge." Ronald said. We pulled out badges and slapped them against the screen door in unison. Ronald squinted at them carefully.
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Don't Leave Me-SPN S2
FanfictionAfter John's death, Sam, Dean, and Ali are more determined to find the demon that killed their family. All of their connections become stronger as they navigate this new world without John Winchester. Feelings flow and secrets are revealed. I DO NO...
