The wrong choice | Emily Prentiss

7. Insane in the brain

"I knew it" her bright smile illuminated the room

Felicity was a smart girl. She could pin point possible exits immediately. So when she knew that the elder graves were getting hit first she knew the grave robber had a second escape route. This was because they had no way to enter without being spotted.

Two hours had now passed and finally the man who worked there appeared. He wore a long brown coat, his boots were covered in mud and he looked tired. Emily watched as the girl next to her scanned the man. Her eyes lingered on his boots.

"Sorry, I must've zoned out. Im agent jones, I bet your wondering why your here" she asked, she played off her stares quite well. "Well yes actually" his thick accent wasn't unnoticeable. "First my bodies are being stolen, then half the bleeding police force are scanning the property and now I'm being questioned." His tone was strict. But as her eyes squinted she noticed something. Fear. It was in his eyes and in his voice, you would've missed it. But she didn't.

"Well why don't you take a seat. Just a few questions and it'll all be over" she replied. Her tone was flat.

The man did as she said. "Care to tell me your name first. Seems like you don't like telling people." Her voice was harsh. It wasn't a question.

"Lloyd, Lloyd parks"

Felicity took a quick glance at Penelope, the girl knew what to do. Within seconds his profile was on her screen.

"So Lloyd how long has this been going on for"

"Two weeks" he responded

"And you only called in now?" She was shocked

"Yes"

"Okay. What is your job exactly" she asked. Intrigued to find out

"Well I water the flowers, I stay on the paths mainly because I don't want to step on there graves. One I find it disrespectful and two I don't let getting dirty, so I use the hose pipe, much easier. And then at night I'm just suppose to look out for anything. And if there is something go out and look for it." He replied

"So you're a clean freak, or do you just not want to get your boots dirty." Felicity paused for a moment. "I have a question Lloyd. If you were. How do you put it. Avoiding the grass because you found it disrespectful. How come your boots are dirty, now as I remember from looking at them. The mud isn't fully dried yet. Which could only mean it was from last night or early morning.." she paused again watching as the man's face got pale. "What were you doing at that time"

"I. Uhm." The man couldn't think of an answer.

"You're in on it aren't you". Felicity stated

"Yes. But not by choice" he shouted.

"There's always a choice. Right now you have the choice to tell us what's going on. Who else is in on it" felicity asked again. It was now as if the man had glued his mouth shut. He didn't say anything.

"Look. I'd tell. Especially since this isn't the first time you've been involved in crimes. Minor robbery, even holding someone hostage. You naughty boy" she was making a mockery of him.

"Make a fool out of me all you want. I'm not fucking telling you and that's final." He stood up slamming his hands on the table. "Cuff him" the blonde told Adam. Her smug smile angered the man.