Re: The 'Mistake' DL
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Nightmares
Lindsay was running through a forest. Quickly she looked around.. it was dark, but she saw that the trees she stood among were huge and that made her feel smaller than she actually was. She was cold and felt lonely, why was she here and not at home in her warm, comfy bed? And where was she actually running from? She stopped running, only to realise that that had been a big mistake a couple of seconds later. She could hear the twigs crack under a heavy pair of boots, that were quicly coming her way. That's when she heard the deep, twisted voice again.. just like on the phone. "You can't run away from me Lindsay.. There are no places to hide, eventually I will find you and then you are going to be all mine" The footsteps where close now, but had slowed down. "Let me show you what I did to Naomi and the others.." She now could also see a figure in the schadows a couple of meters away from her. She wanted to run again, but her legs wouldn't move! Lindsay started to scream "Go away! Leave me alone!" but it was no use, the figure kept coming closer and closer.. "Please..."she desperately tried again. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder..
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"..ntana come on wake up "Danny was shaking her awake. With one quick move Lindsay sat up straight and looked around. She was glad to find out she was in her and Danny's office.
'Oh thank God.. Just a dream..'
Danny kept his hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Hey, you alright? You were screaming so loud people on the other side of the Atlantic could hear ya".
"Hmm.." Lindsay rubbed her forehead, "Yeah nothing serious, only a bad dream that's all.."
"You sure? you seemed pretty.. shocked"
"Yeah, yeah I'm sure"
Danny went back to his seat. "So.. still want that coffee?
With a shock Lindsay realised that she had fallen asleep on the job. "Oh, no! How long have I been asleep!"
Danny looked at his watch, it was 14:09pm. "Well.. I guess it's been almost an hour and a half since I went to get us some coffee.."
"WHAT! And you didn't wake me? Please tell me we have something new on the case!"
"Whoa, calm down there a bit Linds. Mac and Stella found some blood in that warehouse they were going to, alongside traces of gunshotresidu. They are now testing the blood. If it's a match to the hair we have a big chance on getting the bastard". Danny folded his arms. "Oh and Flack is interrogating Jason Harisson again, see why he confessed to those murders"
"Good, that's a relief", Lindsay sighed and then got a thoughtful expression on her face. "Don't you think it's odd that he confessed to those murders? I mean, I wouldn't want to go to prison for some crime I didn't commit".
"Yeah, you are right. He probably has a damn good reason for those confessions".
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"So, made any friends in prison Jason?" Don Flack was sitting in an interrogation room. Jason looked at him sheepishly, you could see some old bruising around his face, which wasn't unnoticed by Don. He continued, "They sure love child murderers over there, don't they?"
Jason's look went down to his hands. "Did you like it when you stabbed those helpless girls?" Don grabbed pictures of each girl. He put them in front of Jason. "This girl..", he pointed at the picture of a girl with blonde, curly hair, her face full of minor cuts and a deathly shade of white. "..would go to college next year, to study medicin. She would have become a doctor and could've saved peoples lives! She had her whole future in front of her, and would you be able to tell me straight to the face that you took that all away from her?"
Still, Jason didn't say a word. He had a shocked expression on his face when he stared at the picture. "Well, could you Jason!" Don slammed his hands flat on the table, Jason closed his eyes at the hard sound. "No you can't! And want to know why?" The detective bend over the table with his head close to that of Harissons. In a what less loud voice Don said "Because you didn't do it, that's why".
Jason looked from the detective's face, to the pictures lying on the table, to his own hands. Finally he almost whispered: "No.. no, I didn't.."
"Then why would you want to rot in prison for the rest of your life?" It was silent for a moment.
Jason sighed "If I didn't tell you I had committed those murders, he would first kill my family and then me! I had no choice"
"Does 'he' have a name?"
"I was late for work and I was walking about three blocks away from here. I decided to take a shorter route and then all of the sudden someone grabs me from behind, holding a knife to my face.. telling me to go to the police department.. How could I even possibly know his name?"
Don couldn't help but to feel sorry for the guy. "Alright.. Did you see what he looked like?"
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Lindsay was in the locker room, her hair still wet from the shower she took. Fysique and mentally refreshed she grabbed her stuff together. A little earlier she'd had a chat with Stella. She'd told her that Flack knew to get some answers from Jason Harisson. The pour guy really had nothing to do with the murders and was free to go. Although he probably would have to identify the guy that forced him to confess. Stella also told her the blood from the warehouse was a match to the hair, both belonged to Stuart McGrey. A couple of officers had gone to his house to arrest him, but he was nowhere to be found.. The thought scared her, he still had a chance on getting near her.
Her shift was almost over. But she wouldn't go home, all agreed that it would be safer for her not to sleep in her own bed. Danny offered to let her stay with him, he'd already kept a close eye on her through the day so, it seemed pretty logical to him that she would stay with him. Lindsay was more than okay with that. There would be surveillance keeping an eye on his appartment in case something unexpected would happen.
"So.. Ya ready?" Danny stood in the doorway holding his jacket in his hands.
"Yeah, let's go"