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Apr 28, 2006 00:42

After the FBI agents had checked his loft, Garret was finally allowed in. He headed to his bedroom and quickly threw some clothes in a bag. Detective Swann stood in the doorway chatting quietly with an agent as he grabbed his shaving kit and toothbrush. He tossed them in and zipped the bag shut, looking around he walked to his nightstand and picked up a couple of books he’d been reading and grabbed his bag.

As they walked downstairs, his eyes were drawn to the table beside his favorite chair. There sat a bottle of Talisker and a glass, he walked over and for a moment he contemplated pouring a shot and drinking it to calm himself. He looked down and realized his hand was almost touching the bottle to pick it up and pour. He snatched it back as though burned.

“He’s been here.” He announced to the room at large so focused on the bottle that he didn’t notice Swann’s eyes growing large.

“That wasn’t here when we swept the apartment earlier.” She said and the agents swung into action, hurrying Garret out the door with Detective Swann in their wake. Garret could hear her calling Nigel on her cell phone to come and process the apartment.

He hadn't been worried for himself up until this point, all his concern had been for Jordan, but now the bastard had invaded his home and he knew Garret well enough to buy his favorite brand of scotch. He was close, Garret could feel eyes on the back of his neck now, burning into his skin.
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