Everything was silent as Chris looked out of the interview room. He thought about running after Sarah and telling her that everything would be okay. He just needed to get things straightened out at the precinct. "What are the next steps?" Chris said looking at David and Rose.
"Well..." Rose said sitting at the table "We have to search for all of the potential suspects."
"I thought all of the people you showed Sarah were suspects?"
"They're not. Each of these men has the same tattoo. But we have to see where each of them are at.
"How long will that take?"
"I'm not sure. We're short staffed, so we'll be finding and questioning the men as soon as possible."
"What should I do in the meantime?" Chris said shrugging his shoulders.
"Find Sarah. Try to help-"
Rose was interrupted by a knock on the door. Adam opened the door slightly and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you. David, Greg Finch is here to see you."
"Can you let him know I'll be right out?"
"Sure."
Adam shut the door as David turned back to Chris and said, "Go talk to Sarah and comfort her."
Chris looked down at the floor, sighed, then said, "I just feel like it's my fault."
Rose cleared her throat and then said "You had nothing to do with what happened to Sarah. What matters is that you are with her now."
"But it is my fault, I've been having problems with our apartment door. The lock is off centered, so I have to almost slam the door to shut it. The morning of the incident with Sarah I don't think I shut the door hard enough."
"Did you call your landlord?" Rose said combing her fingers through her shoulder length hair.
"I did several times. But our landlord is a person you have to keep pestering in order to get anything done."
"Did you ever get it fixed?"
"I called a company to look at it. I figured I'll discuss the changes to the landlord at a later date. They fixed the door, but after a few days, I still had issues with it. I called the company, I believe it's called Fixing Doors and More. When I called them their number was disconnected. Then I looked them up online and there was nothing. It's as if they don't exist."
"Do you remember the name of the person who came to your apartment to fix your door?"
Chris opened up the messaging app on his phone and scrolled through his many messages, "His name is Ben. They didn't give any other details."
Rose wrote down the company's information on a pad of legal paper, then said "Thank you so much. This is helpful."
"Really?"
"Yes." Rose said standing up, "I'll talk to some people to see if we can find the company. I do have some theories, but I don't want to say anything just yet. Just go find Sarah and be there for her the best you can. I'll contact you if there's anything else."
"Alright thank you."
"You're welcome. Chris briefly smiled at Rose before leaving the precinct in search of his wife.
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David walked out of the interview room as his thoughts were about his sister Sarah. He needed to find justice for her. They were close, but with his job, they didn't see each other as much as they use to. He wanted to find her rapist as soon as possible. David's thoughts were diverted as he saw Greg Finch standing near his desk. "Hey man. I haven't seen you in a while." Greg said shaking David's hand. "Yes, it has been a long time. What brings you here?"
"I'm here to look for a new home base for my company."
"No, I mean what are you doing in the precinct," David said with a laugh.
"Oh, my bad. I saw this in the paper." Greg handed David a newspaper clipping of a story that was written about Frank.
"What about the story?" David grew more curious.
"Well, the tattoo he has is the same one that I have."
David eyes widened as he said, "How and where did you get the tattoo?"
"What do you mean?"
"Let's talk in one of the interrogation rooms."
"I'm not under arrest am I?" Greg said in a defensive tone.
"No you're not, I just want to ask you a few questions. Follow me please."
As Greg followed David he ran into Rose. Papers fell out of her hands and onto the floor, "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." Greg said bending down as he helped Rose pick up the papers.
"It's okay."
"No, really I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize," Rose said as Greg held out his hand to help her stand up.
"Thanks."
"I know this is forward, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee sometime."
"Umm..." Rose said looking over Greg's shoulder to see David looking at her with a puzzled look on his face.
"I don't-"
"Rose can you come over here a minute..." She hears one of the detectives calling her.
"Well, it was nice talking to you," Greg said as he grinned and winked at Rose.
"Sure," Rose said quickly before frowning then walking away.
David leads Greg into an interrogation room and Greg sat at one of the metal chairs facing the one-way glass window.
"Would you like something to drink?" David said near the partially open door.
"Just some water."
"Sure, I'll be right back."
David left Greg as he walked into the break room and grabbed a cold bottled water from the fridge.
"Something about him doesn't sit right with me."
David dropped the water on the floor, picked it up and then turned to Rose, "Can you not scare me like that?" David said with a laugh.
"Sorry, David. That man just creeps me out."
"What do you mean?" David questioned leaning against the fridge.
"It's his demeanor. I don't know, it's just something about him. When he bumped into me and my papers fell he helped me up. Then he asked me out. I didn't know what to say, but when I left he winked and oddly smiled at me."
"Did you say yes?"
"No. You know you're the only one for me." Rose said with a smile on her face and briefly rolled her eyes.
"Greg wouldn't harm a fly."
"Why is he here anyway?"
"He saw the article in the newspaper about Frank Eyler. Plus he has the same tattoo as Frank."
"What!?"
"I'm not sure how or when that happened. I'll ask him when I interview him."
"You're off the case."
"Maybe I can talk to him, just not about the case. Hopefully, he'll tell me something we can use."
"How?"
"I've known him for a few years. We went to the police academy together, but he left to start a company."
"What's the name of the company?"
"I'm not sure I'll ask him."
"Well see what you can find out."
"Alright," David said as he walked back to the interrogation room. Greg was gone. David then walked toward the main hub of the precinct and shouted, "Where is he?!"
"Who?" Adam said looking up from his computer.
"Greg Finch."
"He said he had an emergency at his job."
David left the precinct and ran down a few flights of stairs and out the double doors of the police headquarters. He looked out of the Philadelphia streets and all he saw were a sea of people. He stood against a concrete wall and said aloud to himself, "Rose was right. We need to find him."
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