Mister Nobody

Chapter 13

Chelsea sighed as she leaned back in her chair, finally letting herself take a break from the nonstop session of research she'd been doing for the past few hours. She'd done a ton of digging on Jack DeLancie, researching everything from his school life to his medical records to the first car he'd ever owned. Nothing came up, especially nothing that would suggest he was working for some kind of government organization. She was about to call it quits for the night as she yawned and decided to go and get a bagel from the break room, when she remembered what Holloway had asked of her to do. If he was interested in this, he knew that this wasn't something you just toss aside after a few hours of trying. Sighing, Chelsea put her elbows on her desk, her hands rubbing up against her cheeks. What angles hadn't she checked yet? There had to be something she could look down. She moved her mouse cursor up to the button to close out the window that showed DeLancie's tax history, then stopped when something caught her eye. Frowning, she looked back at the small entries and read it again. DeLancie had moved into his apartment about two years ago, but he wasn't the one who'd been paying his taxes. Frowning, she highlighted each payment that had come during those two times, and saw that it had come from another source.

Tracking down the account number and running it through their database, it came up as belonging to a Mr. Robert DeLancie, presumably Jack's father. Pulling up a picture of him, they certainly looked alike. However, there was something that made Chelsea realize why her instincts had said something was wrong. Robert and his wife, Maria, had both died in a car accident several years before those payments were made. So, either they were still alive somehow, or someone else had been using their account to pay for those transactions, and had slipped up in paying for Jack's house. But why keep all of this a secret? Why make it seem like Jack was an ordinary person? All Chelsea knew was that she needed to get this to Holloway right away. Placing all of the info into an email, she sent it to his private email address along with her notes on what she'd found so far. However, Chelsea knew that this wasn't over. She was going to keep digging, find out whatever she could. This were getting to be the most interesting thing she'd done since she joined the FBI.

Holloway felt his phone buzz as he sat in the MCC, and he opened it to see it was an email from Chelsea. Reading over all the data, things started to click in his mind. DeLancie had been undercover, but for what reason? And why was he just now deciding to go rogue? Looking over at Ralston, who was talking to one of the agents, Holloway knew that he wasn't telling him the whole story. Getting up, he slipped his phone into his pocket and was about to give Ralston a piece of his mind when he heard Marcusson. "Sir!" Turning towards him, Holloway could see the agent motioning for him to come over. Walking to Marcusson's side, Holloway placed his hands on his hips. "What is it?" Marcusson looked over at the cops who were milling around the crime scene. "I spoke to all of the pursuit cars. No one said they fired a shot at DeLancie." Holloway frowned. "Bullshit. We saw them from the live feed." Shaking his head, Marcusson sighed. "They're all denying it, sir. None of them are willing to say what we saw." Holloway groaned as he crossed his arms. "Well, we can't exactly charge the entire NYPD with obstruction of justice. But something's going on here, Marcusson. Something I don't like. And it's all gotta do with him." He motioned his head over to Ralston slightly, then looked at Marcusson. "I need you to work with me, agent. I need at least one person I can trust out here." Marcusson nodded. "Yes sir." One of the analysts rushed out of the MCC and shouted to Holloway. "Deputy Director! Our air unit just found the cop car! It was near a lake just outside of Newark!" Nodding, Holloway looked at Marcusson. "Finally, we got a lead." Turning back to the analyst, he shouted. "Wheels up in 5 minutes! Let's move!"