28Riley slammed the door behind her.
"Hey Riley." It was Gabriel. Riley looked at him and smiled,
"What's up? Any new updates on the video?"
"Yeah, tons, but uh umm, you're okay right?"
"Of course!" Riley faked another smile. Gabriel wouldn't have noticed…right?
Riley and Gabriel joined the rest of the team, Lillian, Nelson, and Jameson.
"Soooo? What's new?" Riley suddenly felt awkward talking to them. She knew everyone probably had watched her integrate Michael. Lillian wasted no time explaining what was going on.
"We found some security footages from Washington Airport and your brother was found in some."
Then Gabriel chipped in,
"Michael brought a plane ticket from Washington to Virginia, the plane took off at 2 pm on May 23rd. He was still working at the white house on May 22nd till 10 pm. From 11 pm on the 22nd to 1 on the 23rd, he was literally off the grid. No one knew what he did, or where he was. And the murder, it'd took place at 12 am, on the 23rd, this makes Michael, well, very likely to be involved with the murder, but he's definitely not the killer, then again, he must have some important information that we need. Also, take a look at this."
Gabriel turned his laptop so Riley could have a clear view.
"This was taken at the airport. There's Michael, in the black t-shirt, he walks into the bathroom, see the bag? He comes out the washroom without it. And he's also in a new set of clothing. Million dollar question here, what was in the bag?"
"Guess we'll have to find out." Riley grabbed the laptop and returned to the room where Michael was.
Michael was playing with his handcuffs, one hand was free while one was tightly locked to the table. With his free hand, he reached into his pocket and took out a paperclip he'd been hiding. He'd managed to sneak on off of Riley's folder when she was integrating him. Michael then pick locked the key hole on his handcuffs. After a few seconds of struggling, his left hand was free. Just as he got up, Riley entered the room.
"What are you doing?"
Michael couldn't reply her question. She'd noticed that both his hands were free.
"Sit. Down. Michael."
"I'm willing to cooperate as long as you don't treat me like a criminal."
"Sit down and we'll talk."
Michael quietly sat back down onto his chair and slumped backwards.
"Take a look at this footage, here, you had a bag, but when you reappear on the camera again, the bag was gone, what was in it?"
"Nothing, it was just a useless, dirty bag."
"We're not playing a game here. You either cooperate or you don't, and if you don't, you probably won't be getting out of here anytime soon. Which one do you want?"
"It was a gun."
Riley straightened up, this was getting somewhere.
"Why did you have a gun?"
"I always carry a gun, is that new to you?"
"You threw away a gun in a restroom at an airport?"
"Yes. I did."
Riley sighed. False hope.
"One more question and maybe I'll let you out of here."
Michael raised his eyebrows.
"Okay. What is it?"
"From 11 pm on the 22nd to 1 on the 23rd, what were you doing?"
"Sleeping."
"No you weren't, you called me, at 3 am in the morning, Washington time, and then you were attacked at your house. Then, you went to mom's place, and then? You went to the airport."
"Why bother asking when you know all the answers?"
"How did you know the mafias were here?"
"We're going off topic here Riley."
"No, we're not, just answer this, and I'll let you out."
"Fine. How did I know? Easy, there're security footages everywhere, everywhere you go, you're on cameras. My duty that day was to watch the footages, and then I saw them. Couldn't have been more positive that it was them. Luke, the guy John would always invite into our house, he had that one golden eye? Remember him? He looked up at the one of the camera and I saw his eyes. And that's how I found out they were back."
Riley's ear piece buzzed, and then she heard Gabriel's voice.
"He's telling the truth, I see the footages."
Riley looked at Michael.
"Very well, you can go now."
"Finally!"
Riley got up and picked up everything she'd brought into the room, and walked out, with Michael following closely behind.
"Had lunch?" Michael asked catching up to Riley who was at least 3 meters ahead of him
"No."
"Great, money on me, let's go and eat something, I'm starving."
"Mind if I tag along?" Gabriel asked leaning against a door frame, arms crossed.
Michael looked at Riley.
"What? Is he your boyfriend?"
"No, it's not like that, we're partners."
"Seems legit." Michael smirked
Riley punched Michael in the arms and smiled. He wasn't the killer, he was her brother, and she was relieved. Her mind was of course 2 steps ahead.
Find the killer.