Players of the Game

Chapter 4: So Many Questions, Not Enough Answers

The next morning, Becky woke up before Charlotte. After everything that had happened the past few days Becky wasn't sure who she could trust. She got ready as quickly as possible and left the house. Roman was parked on the street when he saw Becky walk out to her car. He watched curiously as she got in and started the car. Roman took a deep breath and followed her as she drove off.

At the police station, Carmella was just walking into the conference room. Mike, Kofi, and Naomi were already sitting down. Carmella made herself a cup of coffee and looked back at the table where a bouquet of flowers were sitting.

"Who's are those?" She asked.

"They're addressed to you." Kofi told her.

Carmella took a sip of her coffee as she walked over to read the card.

"It was wonderful meeting you yesterday. Maybe you'd like to go out for diner sometime?"
-Corey Graves

Carmella rolled her eyes and threw the flowers in the trash. Everyone watched her in confusion as she sat down.

"Who were they from?" Naomi asked.

"No one." Carmella said as she tried to get focused.

Mike watched her for a moment, knowing she was uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Randy walked in.

"We need to find out more about the daughter, Rebecca Lynch. I want to know everything about her. We need to figure out how shes ties into all of this." Randy said as he put Becky's photo up on the suspect board next to her father.

"So does that mean we are running with Graves theory about the Governor working with the Kingsmen?" Kofi asked.

"As of right now, anything is possible. But we definitely need to look into this some more. Mike, are you still in talks with the sister?" Randy asked.

Mike looked over at Carmella in frustration.

"I wouldn't say we are in talks, no." Mike told him.

"Well get to know her, okay? Maybe you can get some information." Randy told him.

Mike nodded in approval uncomfortably.

"Carmella I want you to look in to Rebecca. And Kofi and Naomi, you guys figure out the connection between the governor and the Kingsmen." Randy told everyone.

At the warehouse, Dean pulled up in a black mustang. He got out with two coffees and walked inside. When he approached the cage Sasha was curled up in a ball on the floor.

"I brought coffee." Dean said as he walked in and sat down at the table.

Sasha got up and sat down across from him. Dean held out the coffee but when she tried to take it he pulled it away.

"But first I'm going to need you to talk." Dean told her.

Sasha looked at him in frustration.

"I told you I don't know anything." Sasha said.

Dean watched her for a moment.

"They found your friend last night." Dean told her.

"Who found her? Is she okay?" Sasha asked with concern.

Dean took a sip of his coffee.

"She's dead." He told her.

Sasha's eyes filled with tears.

"Now see, by that look in your eyes I can tell you are afraid of something. So that makes me think you know who killed her. Just like you probably know who kill Tye Dillinger and Phil Brooks." Dean said.