"Wait a minute" Finch said. "Is Vigilance even a possibility with Collier dead?"
"Maybe it's someone else? What about the senator Garrison?" John looked around, I copied.
"Maybe it's another member of vigilance, you know looking for revenge against Collier?" We all threw out speculations of who murdered Greer.
Root suddenly went quiet. "Harry quickly look up this number. Four three one two two nine six two four. It's our new number." Finch typed it in fast and let out a huge gasp.
"Who is it Finch? One of us? You?" Reese put a hand on Finchs shoulder. Harold took a deep breath.
"It's Peter Collier." Finch turned the laptop to face us and it was Collier. But wait wasn't he dead?
Finch called it a night and told us to meet back at the library tomorrow. Reese walked to my apartment with me. "We need to use the buddy system Shaw in case Collier decides to visit." Reese smirked.
"I'm more than capable of handling Collier and Vigilance if need be."
"I'm sure you are, but did you bring a weapon?"
"Of course I did. My .45 and my nine mill."
"That's good."
"Why are you not carrying?"
"Always."
".38?"
"You know it."
"I never did ask you something" I started off, wondering if I should bring it up. "How are you holding up with the loss of Joss.....?"
"Still hurts like a bitch at points but I'm doing better? Why do you ask Shaw?"
"I don't know. Just curiosity."
"I'm going to try my hardest not to get attached like that again. Losing Jessica, then Joss...."
"Maybe don't fall for a J name?" I joked.
"I think it would be better if I just focus on work." We reached my apartment. "Have a good night Shaw. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night John." I unlocked the door and headed up the stairs. God dammit John. Would you ever consider being with me now? Maybe I was just fooling myself. I should hold my feelings for John back.
I changed into black pajamas and fell deeply asleep. After a few hours my phone began to ring like crazy. I picked it up unwillingly. It was Gerald.
"Michelle there's been a bit of an issue. Someone burned the bar down completely to the ground. I'm too old and frankly not rich enough to fix it. I'm sorry Michelle but you're out of a job. Pleasure working with you even it was only for five months. Goodbye." Gerald hung up. I was shocked. Someone set the bar on fire. Now I'm out of work. Now the team has to get together. I wonder if the same thing happened to Reese. If his business burned down or if mine was actual arson.
I fell back asleep quickly. The next time I woke up it was sunny as hell. I looked at my phone for the time. It was 11:27 am. I rolled around in bed for a few minutes hoping it's not awkward now between John and me. That would be bad.
I finally got up and ready. I grabbed my two guns and left for the library. When I arrived I did the same loitering thing I had done yesterday before heading inside. Finch was making tea, root was looking around nervously. Reese had not shown up yet.
"Where's Reese at?"
"A work meeting then he's getting the file for Greer's murder from detective Fusco. He said he'd be coming in around 1 o'clock. Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you finch."
"Are you okay root?" I looked at Root pacing back and forth.
"Yeah Sameen I'm fine. I just know what Collier is capable of and it's scary."
"Don't worry root. I'm guessing that's what the machine is telling you too."
"Yes it is."
"Then stop worrying."
"I'll try" root flashed a smile. Reese came in holding a file labeled 985-230.
"I got fired from my work today. Here's the file." Finch took the file and studied it.
"My work got burned to the ground last night. Gerald said he's not fixing it. I'm out of my job."
"Okay the murder weapon used was a shotgun. Close range shot."
Finch looked back at the edge of the table. "Collier had a shotgun when he "robbed" the bank."
"Oh yeah I remember that, Root was tortured by Control, John was in jail and you learned about hammer time with Shaw." I smiled thinking about it. Root just glared at me.
"Did you figure a way to track Collier Finch?" Reese asked sounding concerned.
"Yeah his credit card purchases."
"Where was his last transaction?"
"A gas station right by Decima Technologies where I was held at with Greer."
"Let's go stop him or save him" Reese and I headed out the door and into his car. We drove off.
