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  • By Tuesday most of the puffiness had gone down on her face. Her nose was still sore, but thanks to her dark ebony complexion the results of her accident were barely noticable. "Hah. Maybe from the outside," Bobbie thought, "But you should see it from in here!" She was moving stiffly and wished she could have another day to recoup. But Lieutenant Marx had called to request her presence in his office. The way he phrased it on the phone sounded like trouble was brewing.

    She knew something was wrong as soon as she saw her bare desk. Just the phone was there and the filing drawer was empty. Bobbie walked into the lieutenant's office without bothering to knock.

    They had been expecting her. Her files were in a box perched on the corner of Marx's desk. Two suits sat across the desk from him.

    "What the hell is I.A. doing with my files?" she spoke softly to Marx. Everyone knew she was at her most dangerous when she was quiet.

    Marx held up his hand for her to stop. "These gentlemen are not here from I.A.. They are Federal Marshals working on a case. They need your complete cooperation." and with that he got up and left the room.

    The Marshals just looked at her while she crossed behind the desk and sat in the lieutenant's chair.

    "Well, gentlemen. The balls in your court and I am in a lot of pain so my patience is thin." she said as she popped a pain pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry.

    The two agents glance at each other before the older one on her left spoke,"Ms Jackson, we are..."

    "That's Detective Jackson," Bobbie corrected him.

    "Detective, we need your help. We are seven years behind on a crime that has reopened on your beat." He went on to explain the foul up with the witness protection detail. When he got to the part about the Columbian necktie she stopped him.

    "My partner was one of the responding investigators on that case. He was telling me about it a few days ago when we saw three similar murders in the morgue."

    "That would be one Detective Sonny Binder?" he asked after checking his notes.

    She looked at both of them suspiciously. How did they know Sonny? "Yes, why?"

    He pointed to her files. "Your notes on your latest investigation tell of your suspicions of Mr. Tomas Santiago. You and your partner have had him under surveillance. Now, he is missing and three of his men have been killed in the same manner. Have I got that right?"

    After a moment Bobbie told them of Sonny's theory that the missing teenager, now twenty something, from the first hit was alive and seeking revenge for his family.

    "Has Detective Binder ever mentioned anyone named Macklin?"

    Bobbie thought back and couldn't remember ever hearing that name. She shook her head.

    "It's funny he hadn't mentioned him when he told you the story originally. You see, there were three Marshals on that case. Only two of them were killed with the family. Macklin claimed to be on an errand when the hit occured. I say claimed because some of us never quite believed his story. He was reassigned to the Cleveland office and has been quietly under a loose observation ever since. In the last month his phone records and bank statements show multiple trips to Newark and many text messages to Detective Binder." He finished and just waited for Bobbie to respond.

    Bobbie was stunned. She knew something was wrong with Sonny lately, but murder and drug dealing? It was all wrong. They need to talk to Sonny. I'm sure there is a logical explaination for... No, this explained why her snitches had dried up. They knew she was partnered with Sonny. God! She felt like a fool.

    From the look on Bobbies face they could tell she was as shocked as the lieutenant had been.
    Hopefully they will get more information out of Sonny. They left an agent stationed outside his I.C.U. room.

    As Bobbie was carrying her box of files back to her desk, his cell phone rang, "Yes? WHAT?" he yelled into his phone....
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