A handful of officers were in the police station when Konan walked in. It was 0117, well past Konan’s shift. Their eyes followed him as he made his way through the hallway and to the elevator. He pressed the button and waited. The desk sergeant gave him a nod and went back to what he was doing. A ding accompanied the opening of the doors. Lilly nodded as Konan got on the lift.
“What are you doing here at this hour, Lilly?”
“I’m waiting on you, Konan. How was your meeting with Billy?”
Konan didn’t say anything. Lilly walked across the lift so she could look him in the eyes.
“No answer? Come on, Konan, give me something.”
Konan looked at her. He was tired, but this case wouldn’t let him sleep.
“I didn’t know he was here, Lilly. Honest to God. He made some cryptic statements and asked how you were.”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They walked to their desk in the Murder Room. Konan sat at the desk, Lilly walked over to the coffee pot and made some. It had been a long day, and it promised to be a longer night.
“Yeah. He said he was no longer working for the group I did. He said he was a political consultant.”
“What does that mean?”
“Like I said, he made cryptic statements.”
“Do you think the murder and the missing kid is related?”
“I didn’t,” said Konan. “Until I ran into Billy. Now, I have no idea. It would make sense, I suppose, but we should wait until we have some proof to back up our claims.”
“You don’t want to brief, Tia?”
“She won’t let us not brief her, Lilly. However, we could leave out our assumptions and brief only what we know.”
“Do you think our assumptions are close to target?”
“We’ll know more in a few hours.”
They sat down and pulled up the online records that they could. Most of the information was about the town of Fredericksburg, little pertained to the bunker off of County Road 171. The only piece that pertained to it was an old schematic that showed the original plan.
“It didn’t look like that when we were there did it,” said Lilly.
“I didn’t get a good look at it. My attention was focused on the woman chained to the wall.”
“Yeah. When I went out to puke, I looked around some. Some of it seemed newer. Like whoever owned it had remodeled part of it.”
“Like they added to it? Or just made repairs?”
“I don’t know. We will have to go back out there to see.”
Lilly handed Konan a cup of coffee, he took it and gave her a wink. They sat at the desk and sipped their coffee. Konan looked at his watch it read 0246. Lilly pulled up Tiffany Watkins toxicology report. Lilly’s brow furrowed as she read the report. Konan looked at her. Lilly scratched her head and looked at Konan.
“Did you and your team ever use drugs when you questioned people?”
“You know, stuff like LSD or PCP?”
“We didn’t interrogate people,” Konan said. “What brought that up?”
“Tiffany Watkins had both LSD and PCP in her system.”
“Shut it down.”
“Wait, what? Shut it down, for what reason?”
“Because, it is rumored that certain intelligence agencies used a combination like that for their own purposes.”
“And, you think they’re going to come get us because it was in the bloodstream of our victim?”
“No. I think this case is much more convoluted than it originally seemed.”
People started to drift in at 0530. Konan and Lilly were passed out in their chairs. Val Rankin and Manson were the first detectives in. Manson touched Lilly on the shoulder, she grunted and shifted in her seat.
“Wake up, Lilly.”
“You’re asleep at your desk. Wake up Konan. We need to talk.”
Lilly sat up, and tapped Konan on the bottom of his foot. He stirred and grunted.
“Wake your butt up, partner. Manson and Rankin wanna talk.”
Rankin and Manson pulled up chairs to the desk and sipped coffee. Konan cracked his neck and waited. Manson leaned over and looked Konan in the eyes.
“We have a theory, Konan. Rankin and I think that there is something weird going on. We think there is a plot to usurp political seats in our town. Hence Traylor stepping down, Winston’s son missing, and the murder of Tiffany Watkins.”
“So, you think that all of these are related,” Lilly said. Manson nodded.
“Where’s the proof,” Konan asked.
“That’s the beauty of it, “ Rankin said as he sipped his coffee. “There isn’t any. The kid’s gone, just disappeared. Traylor’s no longer a judge. It’s only a matter of time before Winston steps down, and no one is the wiser.”
“If that’s the case, we need to begin to look at who has the most to gain,” said Konan. Manson and Rankin nodded. Lilly poured her some coffee and sat back down.
“We were talking about this very scenario before you guys got here. Konan are you going to…”
Rankin looked at Konan. Both men met each other’s eyes, the unsaid message between them was clear to Manson and Lilly. Neither man had anything for the other, but this was no time to keep secrets.
“I worked with a man that is here. His name is Billy. He claimed to be a political consultant.”
“Is he still here,” Rankin asked.
“Probably, but I told him to leave town.”
“Why didn’t you arrest him,” Manson asked.
“For what? All he said was that he was a political consultant, Manson. I had no idea that you guys had this suspicion. Even if I had no known what you suspected, I still couldn’t arrest him. WE HAVE NO PROOF!”
“Then we have to find some,” Manson said. “I suggest we share information from this point forward.”
“We can do that,” Lilly said.
The sun came up a few moments after 6. It wouldn’t be long before City Hall opened. Lilly hoped with all her might that they would find answers that led to justice for the victims of this conspiracy.