part 17....
Anthony Garrett sat in the interrogation room, tapping his fingers on the cold, steel table. This is bull, Anthony thought to himself, I could be out there finishing Lindsay off, plus, her death will bring me into a lot of money.
His train of thought was interrupted when Stella, Mac, and an uniform NYPD officer entered the room. Stella and Mac pushed back their chairs and Mac slammed the folder down on the table, creating a loud thud.
Mac leaned forward and was eye to eye with Anthony, the fury on his face evident.
"Anthony, Anthony, Anthony," Mac said, staring Anthony down, "I have this sinking feeling that you have more associates that are helping you out. You seem like the type of man that's a little "slow", if you know what I mean."
Anthony leaned back into his chair, leaning back so that part of the chair was off the ground. "Okay, I'll tell ya."
Stella grabbed the pad and paper that was in her pocket and pushed it towards Anthony.
"Write".
Danny and Lindsay arrived at Lindsay's apartment. He unlatched the seatbelt and and gently placed a hand under Lindsay's legs and lifted her off of the seat.
His injured hand was noticed by Lindsay. "Danny, what happened to your hand?" Lindsay said, her voice shaking.
He ran his hands gently across her arms and smiled down at her. "I had a fight with the wall, and the wall won."
Lindsay looked at him with a blank look on her face and Danny couldn't help but laugh.
"Lindsay baby, it's okay," Danny said, " I did it because I was angry at what happened to you and I'm okay."
She couldn't help but look down at the ground. Lindsay looked up with tears in her eyes. "Danny, you have done so much for me, what can I do for you?"
"Be one with me."
to be continued>>>>>>