“Run it back a few seconds and let’s watch that again,” Brand instructed. “I thought I saw something.”
Jett hit rewind and then play, and they watched the video again.
“Stop,” Brand commanded.
Jett clicked the mouse and froze the frame.
“Can you zoom in on that guy’s arm?” Brand pointed at the screen.
Jett increased the image size several points and they were able to see the guy’s shirt sleeve inched up as he raised his arm, exposing his forearm.
“Does that look like a portion of a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve? Could he be the same guy that the surveillance tape showed breaking into the Flynn’s brownstone?”
Rookie shook his head. “I don’t know.” Rookie said.
The door opened, and as they broke apart, Hawkeye walked in. “Holland has the results on the peanut butter jars,” he announced, and they heard the anger simmering in his voice. “They were all laced with the rat poison.”
“Shit.” Brand started counting on his fingers. “I know there were at least eight empties plus the half-eaten and the full jar in that bag. Not to mention any jars that Flynn might have consumed but not have discarded at home. Can you imagine what consuming that much rat poison was doing to his body?”
Hawkeye nodded. “I just finished reading Hollands completed report before he called with the results. The bottom line was Holland said Flynn was a dead man walking and he didn’t know it.”
“Who could have had it out for him so bad that they’d want him dead?” Rookie asked.
“Is it the guy Rogers was talking to in that video?” Jett said.
“What guy?” Hawkeye asked.
They showed him the video of the guy who had sneaked into the Flynn’s brownstone and the close up showing his tattoo.
“Looks like the same guy to me,” Hawkeye said. “Let’s bring Rogers back in for questioning and get him to tell us who this guy is.”
“I think we need to talk to Harley and Dugan again as well,” Brand said.
Hawkeye nodded. “Them as well. Hell, bring Monte Adams down here too while you’re at it. I want to talk to that SOB myself before Trainor gets the chance to question him.”
CHAPTER 8
Brand calledLoverboy and told him about Hawkeye wanting Rogers brought in for questioning. “Do you want to do the honors since you already made that house call?”
“No thanks,” Will said. “I’d rather bring in Adams.”
“Okay then,” Brand said. “He may be working at the arena today. I’m not sure what time his shift starts, but Hawkeye wants him brought in as well.”
“You’re shitting me?” Will said. “I was only joking.”
“Today is not the day to joke around,” Brand warned. “A lot of stuff is about to go down.”
“Do I have to go alone?” Will asked. “Can Don Juan go with me? In the event Adams gives me a hard time?”
“Sure. I was going to have him go pick up Harley, but I’ll see if Hunter can do that,” Brand said. “Let’s try to make this as painless on everyone as possible. We’re doing some follow-up questions on new information that has been brought to our attention. IA feels that we need to do this round in house rather than in a less formal setting if everyone asks why they need to come to the police station.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Will agreed. “And a good save if Adams gives us shit since he’s dealt with IA.”
“My sentiments,” Brand said. “See both of you at the station.”
Call ended, he turned to Jett and Rookie. “I think I should go bring in Dugan. After my last conversation with him, I owe the man that much. I’m going to have Hunter pick up Harley and bring her down here. Liam said she related to Hunter well the day they searched the brownstone. Why don’t the two of you pay Clint Rogers a call?”
“Sure,” Jett said.
