Upon finding himself in the police station, Sears took off his badge as not to be recognized and found the department to be larger than he expected.
"So, we're playing hot potato with evidence and BB is what? Checking on some nerd?"
"The district attorney. Which is strange when you think that he is a former deputy and also possibly the killer."
"Maybe you two can get into holding and shut the hell up."
If one was to think about the crew as family, then all the members were to be siblings, and Sears was to be the single burnt out dad whose one second away from a mental breakdown or having a heart attack at forty.
"Did we strike a nerve?"
Joey finally cracked a smile as he and Scott began to laugh at Sears's frustrations with the fact of using what he believed to be dirty warfare. They were so comfy in the back that Joey even took out a little something from his pocket. It was a reefer. He had no clue how ODETTA knew to put it in his pocket.
"Put that out."
"Oh, come on, I'm a fifty-three-year-old man."
"Put it out."
The rest of the trip was in silence. Scott had found Sears to be a sad old man that was trying to run out of his past. Sears found Scott to be a manchild who could not move past a single moment of his life. Given, they were both right.
"So, what are we doing when we get there?"
"The two of you are going into holding and then I'm going to find anything that can say it was an inside job."
"An inside job?"
"Yeah, it's eighty-four, I'm going to be seeing if the guys that I worked with were actually behind this because they can make a guy look guilty. While you two are in holding, talk to the locals."
Scott fell asleep in the back of the car meanwhile Joey and Sears sat in silent understanding. They both knew one another. Scott had seen it in his childhood and Sears in his manhood. One in New York and the other in Vietnam. Crime and war were interchangeable. Nobody quite understood that like them.
"I know I give you a hard time."
"Yeah."
"But I just wanted to say that I missed you. I missed all of you guys. Just know that a lot has happened."
An eyebrow raised from the mercenary.
"How long has it been?"
Scott let out a long sigh. He remembered what BB had told him and was loyal to a fault, but this was something and someone who couldn't be written off or ignored.
"Nine hundred years."
Sears stopped the car and turned around. He knew that he certainly had some great ability that allowed him to know when others were lying, and Scott was telling the truth.
"How?"
"I have no clue."
The least he could do was keep psychics out of the question. Scott, though telling the truth, to a normal interrogator would seem guilty as he was looking up and to the left which was muscle memory because he spent so much of his time lying.
"Uncle Adam!"
Mistress had spent time speaking with the district attorney who was on the phone with almost every child protective service in the area. When BB had walked in expecting something normal, he found that she made herself look like a lost child and he was apparently her uncle. Looks like he's trying to put on a nice guy persona. That means that he most likely is either a money launderer or our killer.
"Hey there sweetheart. How's it going? I just got a little scared with you running off all the time."
"Yeah, just know that he seems a little weird."
BB had never spoken with someone who was in his field of work without plexiglass separating them or blood connecting them.
"Hello there, sir."
Despite being a young man at the time, BB still had a feeling of rage in the air. Little did people know it as actually a signal being produced by his mind. BB walked through the halls of the small shack that the DA used. The carpet and arrangement of the shack made it so if you wanted to get into his office you needed to walk past a row of chairs that worked as a makeshift waiting area. BB felt like he was in danger. Centuries passed since he had felt those feelings of natural fear that happened upon any animal in the den of a predator. That DA was his guy. He also worked as a lawyer in almost every place that wouldn't be a conflict of interest. He did divorce, media contracts, and even bankruptcy.
"Hello there, sir. Are you this girl's guardian?"
"Yes, I am. She's my sister."
"Didn't she call you uncle?"
"She's adopted."
"How does that work out? Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss."
The man had short brown hair, a smile like pyrite, and a medium build though later on BB would learn that he was very good at running. He was dressed in denims and had his hair combed back. His desk was in an L shape with twelve shelves and four hidden ones. Little did BB know but he was actually hiding some bits of evidence inside the desk as almost a way of insulting whoever was looking for help to him and because he got slightly anxious when he had left his tools and trophies alone for too long.
"So, you see, she was adopted by my nephew after her father was an absolute mess. He was the worst."
"Really? You know, kids need lots of attention but not too much. They're like plants."
"Sure, but we were on our way out to the county fair when she ran off."
"It's October, the county fair is always held in July."
"Right, well, we're from New York so it is usually held there at that time, and she loves seeing the extended family."
The DA was taking pleasure at fighting BB's every word.
"Really? What county are you from? I have some folks that live up there and they might be close."
"Erie county. They live in Buffalo."
Now, BB wasn't lying. But he didn't know that he had found someone more knowledgeable than himself.
"What? You got it wrong because they don't hold it until August. Sorry friend, but I think that you're a few months too late."