Chapter 3

Cursing, Rex sat up and unholstered his gun. "Stay down," he ordered the lawyer as he got up and started to scan the area.

Once sure it was clear, he turned to see her standing, her own gun in hand. "Didn't you hear me. . ." he started angrily as Matthew came over, his own gun drawn and on the woman. "Put it down," he order as his hand wavered.

"Oh, please," she sighed with a shake of her head as she reholstered her gun.

"You want to tell me why you didn't stay down?" Rex demanded angrily.

"Because if it was a sniper I probably had a better chance of getting them," she shot back. "I'm ISA," she added for Matthew's benefit.

"Who isn't from Salem?" Starr said as she sauntered over.

"You got anything?" Rex asked her.

"Possibly," she returned as she cocked her head and stared at the older woman. "Just give me a moment with agent Scoldfield, would you?"

"How did you know. . ." Rex started.

"Gen had her card," she covered quickly. "You mind. For all I know what I found might be confident. Top government stuff and all that," she smirked. "Wouldn't want to give away too many secrets."

"No we wouldn't," Molly said with a slight nod. "I'll talk to her. Make sure we're clear, if that's all right with you Detective?"

"This ISA related?" Rex pressed.

Molly looked away and then back at him: "with the Black family, when isn't it?"

Rex narrowed his eyes for a moment, then nodded: "I report ASAP, Starshine. I'm going to go and check in with the Commissioner, if he's not too busy screwing our unesteemed DA," he answered as he walked towards his car.

"You can crawl off too, Matthew," Starr snarked.

"I don't want to leave you. . ."

"Matthew, just a friendly reminder. Although your last name is Buchanan and the McBaines think your just peachy, I out rank you. And I have seniority. Besides, when I pull my gun I can at least hold it steady, so get lost."

Pouting Matthew headed towards his patrol car, "let's go talk by my car. Should give us a little privacy, as well as give me enough of a view to make sure Matthew doesn't mess with the evidence."

"Why would he do that?"

"Why indeed, Ms. Scoldfield. . . or is it McBaine?"