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"There you go with those assumptions again," Dahlia commented off-hand as Dean responded to her comment about a riveting car chase. As long as she knew Dean, he had been making assumptions about her, and even harmless ones like these seemed to strike a chord. Her look was a cross between some amusement, but more annoyed. Letting out a large yawn and excusing herself, she turned to look at Marco in the back with a grin, she was beginning to think the K-9 dog might be a better conversationalist than Dean. "Good morning, Marco." Dahlia cooed, only beginning to focus again when she began to think about her family, and their involvement.
"Roy knows where I live. He knows my doorman, Edgar, my neighbour, Gladys, and my sister, Evelyn. He also knows the Church that Evelyn serves at, we've been there once before." Dahlia ignored a sinking feeling in her gut about any danger that might come to her sister. "He thinks I'm under arrest, right? I mean, that text he sent me, the one where he lied and said he was sorry, that I was brave. Do you think he saw me getting hauled off?" Her mind was spinning with so many questions that she hardly had time to get squeamish at the mention of "hunting grounds."
"Psychologists offices," Dahlia interjected while thinking of places Roy met his victims. Bars and clubs were the last places Dahlia would be found, and even Roy tended to avoid them, when he was with her at least. "He frequented a few places around Chicago," Dahlia said, swallowing a lump in her throat at the idea of violence, it made her cringe. "I-if he's in Chicago, we can find him. But Dean. Please try not to let me die."
After that, she kept her mouth shut till they arrived at the station, she looked at the spot in the parking lot where she had thrown up yesterday, then took a deep breath. "Got it. I'll make this interview as painless as possible," Dahlia vowed, hoping they would offer a coffee to get through the "gruelling" day that Dean had explained. Dahlia kept her head down and kept close to Dean and Marco as they entered the building which was awash with police officers. In there was a face she recognized though, who immediately turned and nodded to Dean and Dahlia the second they walked in. Agent Van Bly was there with another, younger agent. He carried two briefcases, and seemed entangled in conversation with a supervisor there, but quickly waved Dean over when he saw him.
"Good morning Miss Harper, and Officer Reyez I hope you have rested well for the day ahead." Nelson greeted them with his usual hollow courtesy, but somehow seemed even more hollow today. Despite the forced smile, his eyes had the same dark rings as Dahlia, Nelson had been keeping himself busy all night. One of the briefcases was for himself, the other one he had compiled for Dean, and had about every single document on Roy that he had shown him yesterday. "Dean, if we may speak for a moment my partner, Agent Demas will get Miss Harper ready for her interview. I've come across some things I believe might help us."
"Roy knows where I live. He knows my doorman, Edgar, my neighbour, Gladys, and my sister, Evelyn. He also knows the Church that Evelyn serves at, we've been there once before." Dahlia ignored a sinking feeling in her gut about any danger that might come to her sister. "He thinks I'm under arrest, right? I mean, that text he sent me, the one where he lied and said he was sorry, that I was brave. Do you think he saw me getting hauled off?" Her mind was spinning with so many questions that she hardly had time to get squeamish at the mention of "hunting grounds."
"Psychologists offices," Dahlia interjected while thinking of places Roy met his victims. Bars and clubs were the last places Dahlia would be found, and even Roy tended to avoid them, when he was with her at least. "He frequented a few places around Chicago," Dahlia said, swallowing a lump in her throat at the idea of violence, it made her cringe. "I-if he's in Chicago, we can find him. But Dean. Please try not to let me die."
After that, she kept her mouth shut till they arrived at the station, she looked at the spot in the parking lot where she had thrown up yesterday, then took a deep breath. "Got it. I'll make this interview as painless as possible," Dahlia vowed, hoping they would offer a coffee to get through the "gruelling" day that Dean had explained. Dahlia kept her head down and kept close to Dean and Marco as they entered the building which was awash with police officers. In there was a face she recognized though, who immediately turned and nodded to Dean and Dahlia the second they walked in. Agent Van Bly was there with another, younger agent. He carried two briefcases, and seemed entangled in conversation with a supervisor there, but quickly waved Dean over when he saw him.
"Good morning Miss Harper, and Officer Reyez I hope you have rested well for the day ahead." Nelson greeted them with his usual hollow courtesy, but somehow seemed even more hollow today. Despite the forced smile, his eyes had the same dark rings as Dahlia, Nelson had been keeping himself busy all night. One of the briefcases was for himself, the other one he had compiled for Dean, and had about every single document on Roy that he had shown him yesterday. "Dean, if we may speak for a moment my partner, Agent Demas will get Miss Harper ready for her interview. I've come across some things I believe might help us."