¹ Snipes || Reacher

12. ATM

Another message came through on the voicemail and Lizzie sighed, sitting up as she was shaking her head.

Typing in her password, she put the phone on speaker and she waited.

"Hey Snipes, it's me. We have got a 10-30 on our hands and I need your help. I need you to meet me in New York as soon as you can. Calvin Franz is dead." Lizzie's eyes widened at the words, her eyes flashing with shock at the words. "And one more thing." Lizzie was patiently waiting. "If somebody really is going after the members of the 110th, then you should bring JJ and the others, with you. If they are even still around. Call me back when you're in the city."

The voicemail clicked off and Lizzie was staring at the phone, before she swallowed slightly. Lizzie picked up the phone and she was shaking her head, before she dialed the familiar number.

"Mom?" JJ asked from the other end of the line and she sighed.

"Call Tommy. We need to meet up, I just got a call from Neagley and I am headed to New York." Lizzie said and JJ sighed, nodding slightly.

"All right, will do. I'll have to message Zac though, he told me that Tommy got his phone broken." JJ said and Lizzie sighed.

"I don't care if you call Tommy or if you call Zacarias, all right? Just call one of them and make sure, that you get your asses to New York ASAP." Lizzie hung up the phone as she sighed, before she was calling Neagley's number.

"Liz." Neagley said, now she was immediately pinging up as soon as the phone rang out on her end.

"Hey, I'm sorry I missed your call." Lizzie said as she was already rushing around in her room, packing a duffel bag quickly that included her laptop in it. "So... Franzy is dead?"

"Yeah." Neagley said quietly and Lizzie felt like her heart was snapping into pieces and when she reached back into her memories, all that she could see was a bright grin and a level-head who was always ready to jump in the middle of a situation. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just processing." Lizzie admitted and she was shaking her head. "Have you been able to get through to anybody else?" Lizzie asked.

"No. But Tommy... He was the one who told me about this in the first place." Lizzie raised her eyebrows as she continued to pack.

"What the hell are you talking about Neagley?" Lizzie asked in confusion as she was zipping up her duffel bag.

"He is still working with the NYPD and so is whatever his name is."

"Zac." Lizzie said and Neagley chuckled at the words.

"Anyways, I get information from them both every once and a while, if I really need some help with a case. I don't usually need help, but Tommy is always willing to share." Neagley noted and Lizzie sighed.

"All right. You know that I'm going to be driving out to NYC, but have you been able to contact anyone else?" Lizzie asked as she was picking up the duffel bag, cursing a little bit as she picked it up with her bugged up arm.

"Hey, you all right?" Neagley asked and Lizzie sighed, before she was switching her bag to rest across her other arm. "It's your arm again, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Lizzie admitted and she had the sense that Neagley was trying to figure out what to say.

"It's been radio silence. I've already tried them all, leaving voicemails for everybody except for Dixon, who actually has a person who takes messages for her." Lizzie sighed at the words, knowing that it didn't bode well for any of them. "You don't have a phone number for Reacher, do you?" Neagley asked and Lizzie scoffed.