Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Forty Three

I paced right outside the interrogation room at the Liverpool police station. I waited behind the window that looked into the interrogation room that looked like a mirror to the other suspects. My patience was running thin as the sun began to set and I still hadn't talked to Peter Rodriguez, our said bomber. The department was running his fingerprints, taking his mug shots, and cleaning up his wounds.

My head perked up when the door to the interrogation room opened. Ryan assisted Peter, who was clad in hand cuffs and ankle chains, to the metal rectangular table. My hands instinctively clenched when I saw him. I wished he could see me right now so he could see how mad he made me. I couldn't wait to dig into him and hopefully make him cry like a baby.

Ryan glanced at the mirror, knowing I was on the other side before walking out of the room. My eyes squinted into a glare when Peter was left alone. He looked around the room nervously, twiddling his thumbs and gnawing at his bottom lip. Not too confident now that he had finally been busted.

My phone pinged with what felt like the billionth text message in the last hour. My brother, Harry, my father, and Lydia kept blowing up my phone since the explosion went off and the story hit the evening News. I texted Louis to cover for me, indicating that I was okay, so I could only hope that he had it handled. But this one was from Brianna, letting me know that the guys were safe and transported back to London.

Ryan walked into my side of the interrogation room and handed me a hefty file. I quickly thumbed through it, scanning all the reports and personal information found on Mr. Rodriguez.

"Well first of all Peter Rodriguez's real name is Antonio Sanchez and he is originally from Texas. He moved here about two years ago to get a new start. In the states, he had been arrested for possession of drugs and non permitted weapons, assault, and theft. But so far he has stayed clear of the police since arriving in the U.K." Ryan explained.

"How long has he been working for King's Exchange?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but from what I can tell, Peter hasn't had any other listed jobs since Europe. But he has a listed address that he's been living under for exactly two years. Ian's there now with the rest of the team investigating it now."

"So if he's been working for King's Exchange for two years, who knows how many victims there has been." My blood boiled in my veins thinking about the hundreds of people who had been abducted, tortured, and killed, unnoticed because of this sick bastard. "I'm going in."

"Wait Kelly -" Ryan called after me but I was already out the door and into the other room. I knew he was going to stop me to prep about the questions I was supposed to ask.

Antonio nearly jumped five feet in the air when the door slammed behind me. I had to physically constrain myself from lurching forward and knocking out all his teeth with my fist. When I looked at Antonio, I pictured the fear he must have set in the boys. What they must be going through now with questions that have yet to be answered. The phone in my pocket felt extremely heavy, thinking about all the texts and calls I was no doubt getting.

I walked to the other end of the table with my teeth clenched and my palms sweaty. I leaned over the table with my hands against the cold metal. Antonio's grey eyes were cold and his skin was a shade paler. His adams apple moved up and down as he gulped with fear and he tried looking everywhere but at me.

I smirked down at him and let him shift in his seat uncomfortably for a couple of long seconds. "What's up Mr. Sanchez?" I moved the seat behind me and sat down and tried looking professional with my hands folded. His eyes widened at the thought of me knowing who he was. "Oh, you didn't think I knew who you were? I know exactly who you are. You've got a long list of priors too. Assault, possession, and theft? I gotta say, I'm surprised. You don't seem like you'd have the balls to do all that stuff."