Sorry this is so late! It's also the end, but I have another story in the works. And it's summer vacation coming up, so I should be more frequent in updating. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: Survivors
It was probably the most packed interrogation observation room in recent memory. When Renee Walcott walked in, she rolled her eyes at the morgue crowd. For a moment, she looked as if she was going to throw them out, but then decided that it wasn't worth the trouble.
"Just be quiet," she said. Small smiles emerged on everyone's faces, but they sobered up when Seely entered the room on the other side of the glass.
He took a seat, leaned back in the chair and smiled at the suspect. "So, Miss Jacobs…when did you start having an affair with the pilot?"
She gaped at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, I know how it is," Seely answered. "You work with him…go all over the country…you probably see him more than his wife does."
Miss Jacobs seemed to be weighing her options. "Yeah…all right, we had an affair. So what? There's nothing wrong with that."
Seely held back the comment he wanted to make. He pretended to study his file for a moment. Then he asked, "So when did you decide to kill him?"
Back in the observation room, everyone was at rapt attention. "He doesn't pull any punches, does he?" Renee asked.
"Not a chance," Jordan said. "He doesn't get to screw this one up."
Meanwhile, Miss Jacobs was recovering from the shock of being exposed. "Excuse me?" she asked innocently.
"When did you decide to kill him?" Seely repeated. "Did he refuse to leave his wife? Want to stop seeing you? Was he going to rat you out? I know you did it, so you might as well fess up."
Her face changed and became shrewd. "You know, huh? It's not like that matters, you're just a stupid cop. You don't even have any proof, or you wouldn't be questioning me."
"Well, that's the thing. You see, we do have proof," Seely answered. He pulled out several pieces of paper from the file. "Here are two witness statements saying that they saw you go into the airplane before boarding time, and before you 'got sick.' And here…here we have a forensics report that says your fingerprints are on the soda can that was spiked with neurotoxin." He looked up at her and smiled. "Gotcha."
Miss Jacobs looked over the reports, this time truly shocked. "No," she said. "This can't be right…the soda can was supposed to be destroyed in the crash…there shouldn't be any evidence left."
"Is that a confession?" Seely asked.
"No one was supposed to find out!" she yelled at him. "He wouldn't leave his wife! He was going to tell her about us! What was I supposed to do?"
"You mean other than let him go and just deal with it?" Seely replied. "Just tell me one thing…if he's the only one you wanted dead, why take down the whole plane? The passengers and the crew—they were completely innocent. You didn't need to kill them."
"What do you know," Miss Jacobs said. "The whole point of murder is not to get caught. It was supposed to look like an accident. How else could I have killed him without getting caught?"
Angered and astonished, Seely got up and took out his handcuffs. Pulling Miss Jacobs out of her seat, he cuffed her. "You are under arrest for the murder of the 21 people on Flight 982. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will…"
The rest didn't matter. A collective sigh of relief was let out be everyone in the observation room.
"That's cold," Nigel said sadly.
"Yeah…I don't even think Kate would go that far," Woody said, chuckling.
Everyone stared for a second, and then broke out into smiles.
"Well, now we know," Garret said. "The victims have justice, and we have our answers."
"I think it's time we let it go and got back to living," Lily added. Everyone else agreed.
"So," Nigel began. "Who's up for all-you-can-eat at the Beef N' Brew?"
Jordan and Woody sat quietly in her darkened office. It had been a long night at the Beef N' Brew…nobody had wanted to go home. It was a bit irrational since they knew they'd see each other tomorrow…but they didn't want to be alone. It was a celebration, and an ending at the same time.
Jordan shifted in Woody's arms. "You okay?" he asked her softly.
She squeezed his hands. "Yeah…are you?"
"Yeah," he said. He squeezed her back. "I'm great. I think we did it this time."
"Put everything behind us," he replied.
Jordan sat up and turned to face him. "Not everything," she said. "I don't want to put everything behind me."
Woody looked confused, and Jordan smiled. "Not this part," she clarified. Then, she leaned in and kissed him. It was slow, sweet, and full of promise.
When they finally parted, Woody smiled. "No…we wouldn't want to leave that part out." He tucked a curl behind Jordan's ear gently. "I love you, Jordan."
"I love you, too," she whispered. She gave him another kiss, and then rested her head on his chest. Woody pulled her closer and held her.
"So we're good?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yeah…we're great."