Chapter 12

"I guess that they thought a grenade wasn't a clear enough message." Eddie commented dryly when Felicia showed them the note.

"Grenade?" Hank asked incredulously. "Is this real life or some kind of James Bond movie?"

"A little bit of both, it seems," Kirk replied as he studied the note. "It's typed up, so we aren't going to be able to find anything out with handwriting, and I'm not seeing any kind of watermark on the paper. Felicia, I don't think that you should wait any longer to go and talk to Detective Reynolds."

"You're right," Felicia said as she nodded her head.

"Is it alright if I go with you?" Hank asked her. "I don't really want to be alone with my thoughts at the moment."

"Of course," Felicia responded. "As a matter of fact, it would probably be a good idea if we were all to go. With that grenade earlier, and now this note, I don't want anyone to be left on their own."

"Would we all be able to fit into your car?" Eddie asked.

"It'll be a tight squeeze, but we should all be able to fit."

~

It didn't take them very long to get to the police station, and Felicia kept Hank talking so that his mind wouldn't wander to darker places.

When they arrived, Felicia asked the officer working at the front desk if they could speak with Detective Reynolds.

"He's busy at the moment." The female officer replied snidely. "You'll have to come back at a later time."

"Please, it's rather urgent-"

"And I said that he was busy, so come back at a different time."

Felicia slammed her hands down on the desk, causing the blonde woman on the other side of the desk to jump. "Now you listen here. I'm tired, I'm worn out. My cat was killed, and I was almost killed myself today. The man behind me? His wife was killed."

Pure fire was in Felicia's eyes, and it honestly made the boys a bit nervous.

"I am not in the mood to be trifled with, lady. If there weren't a bunch of cops around, then I would have bashed your head against this desk already."

"What seems to be the problem?" A man who seemed to be in his thirties walked over to them. He had jet-black hair and steely grey eyes.

"Detective Reynolds." The blonde officer said. "These folks said that they wanted to see you, I tried to tell them that you were busy-"

"I'll take it from here, Janet, thank you."

Gesturing with his finger for them to follow him, he began to lead the group through the station. "Now, normally I don't condone threats. However, in Janet's case, I think that I can make an exception."

He brought them into a meeting room, and motioned for them all to sit down. "Now, what was deemed so urgent that you had to threaten an officer?"

"Simply my life being on the line." Felicia retorted, and Kirk nudged her. "Forgive her Detective, she hasn't been herself lately."

Kirk explained everything to the detective, who was seeming to become a bit more intrigued.

"And you think that this is all connected?" Detective Reynolds asked.

"We do," Felicia replied. "I mean, it has to be, there are too many coincidences."

"Were you able to get a look at the person who threw the grenade, or who left the mystery note?"

Felicia shook her head. "But whoever it is seems to be tracking my movements. It was at Kirk and Eddie's house that I recieved the note, while the grenade incident happened at my house."

"Whoever it is definitely wants to get you out of the picture, I suggest that you do as they say, stop looking into it and leave the snooping around to the professionals."

"But-"

Detective Reynolds held up a hand. "Just let us do our jobs, don't make me have to arrest you for obstruction of justice."

Felicia silently nodded her head, but there was no way in hell that she was going to just sit around when there was someone out there who was intent on silencing her, one way or another.

"For the time being, since whoever this is knows where you live, I suggest that you all get motel rooms." Detective Reynolds continued. "There's a really nice highway just off the highway, about ten miles from here. Nice rooms, and they have decent rates. I'll call you if I need anything from you, but I meant what I said, none of you go snooping around, the last thing I need is another dead body on my hands."

~

They all left the station, Felicia grumbling under her breath.

"You need to calm down." Kirk told her.

"He's treating us like idiots, Kirk!"

"He's trying to keep us safe, he's just doing his job. You need to get yourself under control, you hear me? Because if you snap right now, then you're not going to be of any help to anyone, so I need you to get it together."

Felicia took a deep breath, the rage that was bubbling up inside of her now down to a simmer. She still felt the anger, but it was at a manageable level. "We need to figure this out, and fast. It's getting easier for me to go off the walls, and I'm getting more violent. If Detective Reynolds hadn't arrived when he did, then I probably would have gotten myself into a nasty fight."

Felicia ran a hand through her hair, trying to piece all of her jumbled thoughts together.. "Alright, let's get clothes and stuff packed, I'll take Hank back to his house so that he can get what he needs, then we'll swing by my place, and then all four of us will meet at the motel, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan." Eddie stated. "You two stay safe."

~

Felicia dropped off Kirk and Eddie at their house first before driving towards Hank's.

"Are you going to be able to go in there?" She asked her friend and lab partner in a quiet voice.

"I don't know." Hank replied. "But I don't really have a choice."

When they arrived at Hank's house, both the police and animal control were there. The doors to the animal control van were open, and Felicia saw a huge heap that was covered up with a tarp.

Felicia had a feeling that it was Brutus under the tarp, so she tried to keep Hank's gaze away. The perimeter of the house was sectioned off with police tape, but when they told an officer on the scene who they were, they were allowed through.

"Detective Reynolds called us and told us that you might be coming." The officer told them. "You're allowed in the house, just stay out of the areas that are still being canvassed so that you don't accidentally tamper with any of the evidence."

"Thank you, officer." Hank told him before slowly walking towards the house, stopping at the front door.

"Do you want me to go in first?" Felicia asked him, and Hank shook his head. "No, I need to stop being childish about this."

"Hank, you're not being childish. You've just been through something extremely traumatic. You lost your wife, and you almost died yourself. I'm surprised that you're doing this good, but you've always been strong. But even the strongest people break down sometimes, and that's okay. I'm going to go in first, and then you follow behind me whenever you're ready."

Felicia had somewhat known what she would be walking into, but that didn't stop her from being surprised when she opened the door, and a small gasp left her mouth.