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I sat in the lobby at the fair mark hotel where my contact was waiting for me. He gave me the floor plans of the prison. It looked super precarious but he promised me that he will have him out of there. Arthur disguised himself as one of the guards. He managed to get to solitary confinement and drug him. The paramedics arrived and took him to the hospital. We distracted the guards and dosed Edgar Geoff. He was stuffed under the tray table. He woke up and started protesting. He was very upset till he saw his son. That's right I helped the boy fake his death so he won't have to worry about his mom anymore. No sane person would look for a dead guy. Both men thanked me and were smuggled to Belarus.
I came to work the next day and the Feds were talking to the captain. My Emmett was there and he looked very disturbed. That usually means he had recalled a traumatic moment in his military career. That is not a very good thing. He can be very twitchy and if provoked can punch you continuously. It would take someone he trusts to stop him. His face tells me he had already had punched someone. He was holding a ton of guilt for unleashing his inner beast.
The chief on the other hand was livid. He looked like he needed a stress ball. The guy was digging through drawers. He pulled one out and started to squeeze it. I burst out laughing and everybody stopped what they were doing to see what was going on. I was about to apologize but got distracted by Allen an old colleague of mine. He was one of the men who taught me a few things in the police business. I asked what was going on. He told me that the FBI apprehended someone and lost them. This particular someone had killed a cop. That's the problem. They are here to apologize and the chief is refusing to hand the guy over to the Feds until they promise he won't escape. Which they can't guarantee because he is a master escape artist. The prosecutor arrived and asked the captain to hand him over. The argument dragged on for another hour and then he was out of the holding area and in one of the SUVs.
I sat in the evidence locker and scanned the reports. I was searching for a report about a man that went missing in a police station. The file I was reading was about a young girl who was apprehended as a kleptomaniac. She had signs of physical abuse. I was about to read where she lived when the file was slowly pulled from my hand. I saw a smiling Emmett. I asked him to give me back the file. He gave it a once over and gave it back. I asked the chief to check her for sexual assault and call for a social worker. He made the arrangements and I saw her parents turn livid as the results proved she was raped constantly. The mother said she could have fought but the truth was uglier than I thought. The mother had tied her up after the last time she ran. The girl had rope burns on her wrist. She explained that her mother held her down so her new husband could rape her. The girl's bedroom was teeming with evidence. Both parents were arrested and the girl was sent into foster care.
Emmett was wondering if I could help him find a criminal who had killed one of his witnesses. I asked if it was the cop killer. He swore it was not. I promised to help him. When we reached the hospital I asked why we were there. He said that his guy was killed in the hospital and he wants to know who did it. I was taken to the morgue. I did a cursory assessment of the corpse. I found sights of ischemia. I asked them to test his body for epinephrine. He must have high doses. I was told that they wanted to know who the culprit was. I checked the security camera and found a nurse that was behaving weirdly. I browsed all unknown databases. I found him after an hour. I gave them the pertinent information and walked out. I was going for rehabilitation for the second time I got shot. I was shot in the belly the first time while trying to save Alex from a rival. Today I had to drag myself in case I pop a stitch. I saw Adrian and she was hobbling towards the elevator. I wanted to help her. She gave me a thank you. Subsequently after a few steps, I had to ask her, "Are you holding me up or I am holding you up?" She giggled, "Your guess is as good as mine"