The DA's Daughter

Chapter Nine

The days were ticking on and the fear of seeing Juliet alive again was growing. Charles was doing everything that he could possibly do. Nothing seemed to be working. Putting his idea into motion, he had a man that ran security at one of Malcolm's bars in the city, brought in for questioning. The simple fact that he was still employed and living were simple indications that he hadn't been found out by any of the Garcia family.

They had a few uniforms run down and arrest him on suspicion of narcotics. They were oblivious of who he really was and they were under the impression that they were carrying out an order. An argument had ensued but he had been brought in nonetheless. The argument was a show to keep up the charade. The guy, Randy Jones, had been in the Garcia organization for nearly eight years. There was always that fear he had turned but they had nothing that proved he actually had.

"Good day Randy." Greeted the commissioner with authority. "You guys can go, I got it from here." The men left and a couple seconds later, Charles entered the room.

"Sorry to hear about your daughter sir." Randy said to Charles. "Guess that's why I was hauled in?"

"Yes. Hear any suspicious chatter recently?" Asked Phillip. 

He thought for a moment before shrugging. "There hasn't been anything kidnapping related. There is quite a buzz about the bank robbery though."

"Is that so?" Asked Charles, his interest being piqued. "What have been said?"

"Just wondering who was responsible and what exactly what was stolen. There has been some speculation that the items that were stolen belonged in the Garcia family."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because that's what they have been saying. Trevor seems to be in an uproar because the news had said something about safe deposit boxes and he knows that his grandfather had a few there. Ones that contained deeds to businesses they have owned for years, some heirlooms. That sort of thing. Of course, he doesn't know for sure but he's not too pleased. I did overhear some conversations including the name Joseph Carter. I'm not fully aware of who he is." Randy continued to explain.

"Noted. When we find out the owner or owners of the boxes, the press will hear of it. Hopefully it'll bring something to light. This Joseph I've heard of so we will look further into it." Philip said to him, jotting the name down. "What about Timothy and Brandon? Have they been acting suspicious lately? The more important question, were they around during the actual robbery?" He asked.

"They were in for their pool game that morning, just like every single other morning. I can get the video footage for you if you like. Just in case they skipped out earlier than usual or came in later than usual." He suggested, glancing at the clock and back at the two across the table from them.

"Needing to be somewhere?" Asked Charles, catching on to his glances.

"No sir. Gotta be aware of my times and what I should be at. Trevor won't be pleased to know I was taken in." He replied.

"Do as usual, you can even tell him we were asking about the bank robbery. Nothing new has come out other than what the press knows." Philip told him. "That's all we really needed to know, oh, and we will take a copy of those videos from the last couple weeks. A week before would be useful as well."

"Shouldn't be a problem. Everything is sent into a giant memory bank. Nothing needs to be removed from the bar itself." He said with a nod before getting up and walking out of the room. The two remaining men turned to look at each other.

"What do you think? Think he's in too far still?" Asked Philip.

"I don't know. We'll take a closer look at those videos but I am not completely done with Malcolm. I still believe he's behind this bank robbery, even if it was his stuff that was taken. By the way, are they any closer to finding that out yet?"

"Not yet." After he answered, they both stood up and headed for the door. Philip opened it and was greeted by an officer with a piece of paper in one hand and the other posed to knock. "Yes?" He asked.

"Sir, we have the name on those boxes." The officer said, handing over the piece of paper.

"Well, well, well, seems like Randy's info was accurate. It was indeed Malcolm's fathers boxes that had been robbed." Charles' eyebrows raised in curiosity. "If Randy was correct in that, maybe the rest he was correct about too." Suggested Philip.

"Definitely worth looking into Mr. Carter then. I can't help but wonder why his name is so familiar. It's crossed my desk at some point, I can be certain of that. I'm going to run to the office and check it out."

"Sounds good. I'll do the same here and maybe we can visit him and see why his name is being tossed around by the Garcia's." With anod, the two gentlemen parted ways to do their independent work. Charles wasstill bouncing the name around in his head as he went. It was far too familiarfor his liking and he needed to know why. It could be important in finding his daughter.