Revival (Graceland Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

Every breath you take. Every move you make. Every bond you break. Every step you take. I'll be watching you. Every single day. Every word you say. Every game you play. Every night you stay. I'll be watching you... Every move you make, every vow you break. Every smile you fake, every claim you stake. I'll be watching you. Every Breath You Take ~ The Police

Toby stewed silently in the backseat the whole ride back to headquarters. Mike turned into the parking lot, grateful the drive was over. Vincent answered his cell on the first ring, "Rossabi." He frowned. "I had to run down a lead, but I am returning to the office as we speak." Mike pulled the car in to the parking spot and looked to his boss. "I'm on my way up," Vincent hung up. He unbuckled. "Take Greene here up and put him in a room," Rossabi instructed. Mike nodded. Wes and Charlie arrived as Mike was getting Toby out of the backseat.

Vincent took Charlie aside. "Karpov came in with his lawyer," he informed her.

"We better go see what he wants," Charlie replied. The group headed inside and then spilt into two. Wes and Mike took Toby into an elevator and up two levels.

They put the silent seething man in an interrogation room, cuffing him to the table before stepping outside. "He's in a mood," Wes remarked.

"We'll have to see if that's a bad or good thing- he could just clam up," Mike frowned,

"How long do you think until the lawyer gets here?"

"Gia was on the phone with him when we were leaving so it's a toss up," Wes shrugged.

Twenty minutes later "I'm Justus Ward," the man extended his hand. Justus shook both of their hands in turn. He carried himself with a dignified air.

"If you're looking for Mr. Greene he's waiting in the interrogation room for you," Wes motioned to the door.

"We haven't asked him a single question since he asked for you," Mike added.

"Good," Justus tipped his head, "I'll call you in when we're ready." He carefully closed the door behind him.

Mike and Wes stared at the door for another ten minutes.

Toby's sour mood poisoned the entire room.

"Before we get started can someone please get the cuffs off of my client?" Justus requested. Mike got the keys from his pocket and unlocked them. Toby rubbed his wrists.

"Are you ready to tell us about your connection to Sergei?" Wes questioned.

"He's a former customer," Toby crossed his arms over his chest.

"We saw the rest of the evening on the security footage," Mike said, "It looks like he arranged a meeting spot and you left to meet him a few minutes after he was gone."

"Is that when he gave you the details of the hit? Did he give you the gun then or did you meet up another time?" Wes charged.

"I only ever saw him at the bar," Toby replied.

"Are you sure about that? You'll want to tell us now instead of having us find out the truth later," Mike insisted.

"My client just told you he only knew Sergei from being a patron at the bar," Justus countered.

"How long have you worked with Sergei?" Wes demanded.

"I don't work with Sergei," Toby asserted.

"Then who else have you worked for then? This is too sophisticated to be your first job," Wes rejoined.

"That should point you away from my client- he doesn't have a record," Justus insisted.

"We all know no record doesn't mean there's no prior crimes, he flew under the radar," Wes asserted, "No one was looking at you before, but we are now- wonder what we'll dig up." Toby glared at him. "What do you think Sergei is going to tell us?" Wes added.