VENGEANCE

Chapter Eleven

When they pulled into the County Jail's parking lot, Michelle managed to get a spot right up front by the door. They got out of the car and closed the doors in unison. Gavin opened the door of the building for her and escorted her inside. They made their way down the hall toward the interrogation area and notified the Desk Sergeant that they were ready. The Desk Sergeant called an officer to escort them to the designated interrogation room.

After only a few moments Patrick McCourt was being brought into the Interrogation room once more by the same large officer. The officer helped Patrick sit at the table and began to lock his hands into the loop on the table when Michelle raised her hand.

"Take off the cuffs," she said wagging her finger at Patrick's hands.

The officer looked at her slightly perplexed but complied with a stern sounding, "Yes ma'am."

"Patrick when we leave this room you will either be a free man or a man destined for many years in prison," Michelle said standing beside him.

"For what? I keep telling you people that I didn't kill those girls," he said looking up at her, his deep green eyes still seeming surreal.

"True, but your brother did. You're going to tell us where he is or you're going to prison for aiding and abetting a murderer," Gavin said standing to McCourt's other side.

"My brother? I haven't seen him since our parents divorced when we were nine. He went with dad and I stayed with mom. I got a phone call from him when we were sixteen telling me that he had run away. Since then, nothing." Patrick said shaking his head.

"He hasn't contacted you at all since then? Nothing from him at all in fourteen years? No birthday cards, no phone calls, nothing?" Michelle asked.

"Nothing. To be honest, I thought he had gotten arrested or killed out on the streets." Patrick shrugged. "Mom always took really good care of me. I don't know what happened with William but I do know that mom wrote to him every week for the first year, and every letter came back with return to sender on it in our step-mothers handwriting."

"I believe you Patrick. I need you to answer a few more questions though. First of which is, are you and your brother twins?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah, fraternal twins not identical. We look alike but we're not the same," he said pointing to his eyes. "My eyes are green and his are blue. He was about an inch taller than me when we were kids and he used to pull a lot of pranks and things. A really mischievous kind of kid, but I was really well behaved," he finished.

"Okay. I think you should go back to your cell now. You're still under arrest until we catch your brother. Mainly for your own protection," Gavin said as he pointed to the handcuffs again which were required to be on if Patrick McCourt were to leave the room.

"Why would I need to be protected from my own brother? Why would he want to hurt me?" Patrick said holding his hands out to the large officer.

"He has already tried to kill you once Patrick. When he left you drugged in your house for us to find. He was setting you up to take the fall, but the most important reason," She paused looking at him with an intense glare, "You just confirmed that he exists."

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Gavin followed closely behind her as they made their way back out of the building to the parking lot. They got back into the car and on instinct He pulled out his cell phone and called Jordan.

"Hey it's Foster. I need you to run someone for me. Get me everything you can," Gavin said when Jordan answered.

"I'm never going to get to any of these other cases off my desk am I?" Jordan asked in mock frustration.