Ask Jake (Book One of the Whisper Series)

Twenty-Nine: They Got Him

Adam

"They got that motherfucker, Angela! Did you hear?" I could not be happier. Madison looks at me with disgust from across the room. "Yeah, I'll see you in the morning and we'll talk about it," I say, hanging up.

"Oh my god! This is such great news. I can't believe it!" I place the phone in my pocket and slap my hand on the counter. "I have to go to the police station."

"What? Now? Why?" Madison asks.

"They want me to point him out in a line-up," I say, forgetting she does not know much about the case. I have not purposely kept it from her; she is mainly interested in sex. She does not know that much about me, to be honest.

"Why you?" she yells, really loud.

"Because I caught him and beat the shit out of him. Then when I was...untying her, " the memories makes me pinch my eyes shut, "he ended up getting away."

"You saved her?" she asks.

I cannot believe she sounds jealous. "Madison, I have to go, okay. Do you want to come?"

Please say no.

"No."

Oh, Thank God.

"Okay, I'll see you later then." I run toward the door. "Oh yeah, one more thing. You should be looking for your own place, but while you're here, Patsy can't accommodate you. You need to do your own laundry and shopping. She's to busy. Okay? See you later," I say, running out the door.

The Police Station is a welcome sight, today. Detective Bell has me sign a bunch of papers before I can see the line-up. I stand behind the two-way glass and the curtain opens. I see that asshole right away. He is all messed up; his face is still bruised and a little swollen, its yellow and waxy. He's not standing up straight, either.

"You broke five ribs, his nose, and cheek bone. It's like you said, you fucked him up," he laughs. "We have to take him back to the hospital later to reset two ribs."

I smile. "I hope it fucking hurts."

"It will, trust me. Now, tell me which number is him, so we can get this over with," he says.

"You know, I'm not sure," I say with a chagrin smile. "Can you have them all say something for me. You know, just to be sure its him?"

Detective Bell looks at me sideways and grins, "Sure. Okay, Whatcha want 'em to say?"

Have them all say, "In your fucking dreams."

He laughs and leaves the room. When he comes back in he's smiling. "Okay, now listen up."

Phil is the fourth out of six men. When he hears the first one read the index card with the words I asked them to say. His fists clench.

I am victorious.

*****

"Monica, get a plane ticket for Gillian Kelly to fly home from Sarasota, FL to JFK for next Thursday. Make it first class. Make sure Rodney's out of that office by Roxy and set it up for her. I need Sage Walker and her whole team moved to the cubicles outside her office and make room for two new interns." Angela barks orders at Monica, her back to me.

Monica looks up at my surprised face and Angela turns, noticing me, "Adam, how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear that Gillian is coming home," I say with a wide smile.

"Yeah, but you will not see her until Friday, when we do the Today Show, you hear me? I am putting her in a hotel room until she finds a new place to live. She's going to need some space, and I don't need you fucking with her head the morning of the interview."