Revival (Graceland Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Mama, take this badge off of me. 'Cause I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. Mama, put my guns in the ground. I can't shoot them anymore. There's a long black cloud comin' on down. I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knocking on Heaven's Door ~ Bob Dylan

"Here you are," Wes held out an unopened soda to Emilio.

"Thanks," Emilio popped the tab and opened the can. He took a long drink. "I don't know how much help I can be," Emilio settled back into the chair. An FBI interrogation room wasn't the most comfortable place, but this was the safest he had been in the sixty some hours since the shooting.

"Let's start from the beginning," Mike suggested, "How was that morning? Did you notice anything unusual?"

"It all started out normal," Emilio began, "Checking crates- moving them."

"Anyone hanging around that shouldn't have been?" Wes questioned.

"Not when I came in," Emilio replied.

"Any cars or trucks parked you didn't recognize?" Mike coaxed.

"Nothing at all," Emilio answered.

"And then what happened?" Wes asked.

"I went out back to take a smoke break," Emilio hung his head.

"Ok," Mike wrote it down in his notes.

"My girl, Jenny, she hates it when I smoke," Emilio explained. He made a motion with his hand. "I promised her I'd quit before we got married," Emilio said, "And I've been working on it."

"Can't be easy," Wes remarked.

"What a day to forget to change my patch, right?" Emilio chuckled, "I left the door cracked open- I stepped out there for maybe, not even five minutes and I hear chaos breaking out; I turn to see what's going on."

"And what did you see?" Mike flipped the page on his notepad.

"That thing taking out Diego," Emilio averted his eyes.

"Did you see the gunman?" Wes inquired. Emilio couldn't answer with words so he nodded.

"Did he see you?" Wes questioned

"That's just it- I don't know," Emilio scratched his chin.

"Is that why you went to your boat?" Wes inquired.

Emilio nodded, "At least there if they came after me Jenny wouldn't be collateral damage."

"Can you describe the shooter?" Mike looked up from his notes.

"White dude, average build, six foot- maybe," Emilio's brow furrowed. His eyes narrowed in thought.

"Hair, eye color?" Wes coaxed.

"He wore a hat one with a long," Emilio made a motion of tugging on a long bill, "One use in sports."

"A baseball cap?" Mike offered.

"Yeah, exactly- the hat hid his face from me," Emilio said.

"So no way you could ID him in a line-up," Wes frowned.

Emilio shook his head, "It all went down so fast."

"I need you to think very hard, Mr. Vega," Mike leaned forward over the table, "What was he wearing? Did he have any marks that could help identify him?"