Fic: Consequences (6/9)
Author: thefallingapple
Characters: Castle/Beckett, Alexis, Ryan, Lanie/Esposito, Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Spoilers for 4.23 Always
Length: ~2400 words
Summary: They haven’t even begun to deal with the aftermath.
Author's Note: Thanks so much to zandras_court and callsign_buzz for giving this a read and giving me helpful feedback. I really appreciate it.
~*~*~*~*~
The door to Beckett’s apartment is open, but Ryan taps on it to get her attention before stepping inside. Her eyebrows come together in confusion. “Ryan? What are you doing here/”
Behind her, Castle gives him a nod, then answers her sheepishly, “I called him after the Robbery guys got here. Just thought he should know, given what we saw in the paper.”
Beckett narrows her eyes at Castle. “You didn’t tell me.”
“You were busy with the detectives.”
“So, uh,” Ryan prompts. “Anything that ties this to your case?”
She gestures toward the other side of the room and he follows. Pointing to some remnants of paper and tape on the window, she says softly, “This was a murder board - my mom’s case.”
“Ah.” It makes him want to ask questions, about what other files she may have in her apartment, but he realizes even this is something personal she’s revealing, so instead he looks over the rest of the room. “Anything else taken?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out.” She points a thumb back over her shoulder, toward the Robbery detail combing her apartment, and grimaces. “They’re being very tedious about it.”
“Hey!” comes a protest from one of the two detectives crouched next to her bookshelves. “Just doing our job.” When they look up, Ryan recognizes Tom Demming.
“Demming?” he asks, surprised. “You drew this case?”
“I was in the precinct when it was called in.” His expression sobers. “I heard Beckett’s name and I, uh, just wanted to help find the bastard who would mess with one of NYPD’s finest.” Castle’s head pops up at the comment and his gaze bounces to Demming and back to Beckett, who seems to be doing her best to ignore the dynamic. “Why are you here?” Demming asks Ryan.
“We think there’s a connection to a recent homicide.”
“Well, it’s definitely not your typical break-in.”
“No, it doesn’t look like it,” Ryan says, surveying the room again.
Castle walks over to Beckett from where he’d been texting in the corner of the room. “You’re going to be here a while. I thought I’d go over and just check on my loft, but I’ll be back soon. Let me know if you go anywhere, okay?”
“We’ll probably want to take her to the station, especially if there’s a connection to another case,” Demming says.
Kate radiates tension at the suggestion. “Can we do that here? Ryan knows the details and can follow up with you at the precinct.” She glances at him to confirm and he nods.
“Okay, then I’ll plan to meet up with you here,” Castle says, reaching for her as he steps close.
“Castle!” Beckett hisses.
“What?” he whispers back, glancing pointedly at Demming, then turning accusing eyes on Beckett.
She gives an exasperated shake of her head. “That’s not-”
Ryan is the only one close enough to hear them exchanging heated whispers and even he only catches snatches while averting his eyes from their argument. “Gossip…precinct…Gates.”
Castle lets out a resigned huff and jams tight fists into his pockets. “Fine,” he says softly. “I’ll catch up with you later.” She just nods. On his way out of the apartment Castle looks back. “Thanks for coming over, Ryan.”
“Of course, bro. Anytime.” As he stares after Castle he can’t help but wonder why she’s worried about the precinct and Gates if she’s really resigned from the force.
~*~*~*~*~
Esposito slides into a booth at the diner he had agreed upon with Castle. He’s angry at himself for being here, for letting curiosity win out over his resentment of the writer’s omnipresence. He hates the way that Castle keeps charming his way into their lives. That he can parade a trampy stewardess in front of the woman he’s supposed to love. That she would want him back in the wake of it. That he intoxicates his own partner with stories and fantasy enough to shift Ryan’s loyalties. That he could abandon them in the middle of one of their most difficult cases. And still, after all of that, Esposito is here, waiting for him. It pisses him off, so much so that when the waitress takes his order she jumps at the sharp bite of his words.
He apologizes and repeats, “Just coffee, please.” When she returns he makes the effort to smile and thank her.
Castle enters the diner and Esposito scowls as he slides into the booth across from him.
“Esposito.”
“What do you want, Castle?” he growls.
“I need your help.”
“What makes you think I want to help you?” In his more objective moments, Esposito knows his anger is not entirely fair, but as an outsider Castle is an easy scapegoat.
Castle starts at the hostility, but recovers and responds, face impassive. “It’s not for me. It’s for Kate, for Beckett.”
Esposito’s still glowers but he gives a slight nod. “What is it?”
“Someone broke into her place. Took all her files about her mom.”
“When?”
“Sometime in the last few days. I don’t know exactly because we were, uh, in the Hamptons.” Castle stumbles on the words, edgy, and Esposito realizes that whatever else has happened, he still has the protective little brother card to play. Good to know.
Just to mess with him, he gives as menacing a look as possible as he asks, “You got back today?”
Castle nods. “We came back because of a murder. A friend of Montgomery’s. We think it’s whoever was in that picture that Maddox took.”
Esposito sucks in a sharp breath. “So, they’re finding whatever it was they’re looking for.”
“And Beckett’s in danger.”
Esposito nods grimly. “So what do you need me for?”
Castle meets his eyes, letting the silence fall thick between them before answering. “I thought you might, you know…could put together a small team…” He pauses, as if weighing his words, then finally admits, “I want some protection for her. To watch her, watch her place. I thought you might know guys who could be trusted.”
Esposito eyes him evenly without responding and hopes that Castle is squirming a bit. “She doesn’t know you’re here.” It’s not a question.
Castle sighs, shoulders falling in defeat. “No. She’d kill me.”
“She will one of these days, you keep doing stupid stuff like this.”
“I’ll tell her,” Castle promises earnestly. “But she’s tied up at her apartment right now and I didn’t want to wait too long. I knew it would take some time to pull something together.” Esposito keeps his expression hard and when Castle meets his eyes again his words are almost pleading. “I just want her to be safe. Can you help?”
Esposito gives one slow nod. “I’ll have to see who’s around, who can spare some time.”
“Guys you trust.”
Esposito’s narrow his eyes. “Did you expect otherwise?”
Castle coughs, embarrassed. “No.”
“Is that all you wanted?” Even to his own ears, it sounds abrupt, a dismissal.
“Esposito,” Castle asks softly. “Have you talked to Ryan?”
Anger flashes through him again at the intrusion. “That is none of your business.”
“Beckett thinks it’s her fault.”
That gives him pause, but he just throws out a terse, “Well, it’s not,” before standing. “I’ll let you know when the team is ready.” He walks out, leaving Castle to settle the bill. It’s the least of his concerns.
~*~*~*~*~
“Detective Ryan?” The captain’s voice rings out sharply across the bullpen.
“Yes, Captain?” No, his voice did not quaver.
“I need to talk to you in my office.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, avoiding meeting the gazes of his fellow cops. She’s standing behind her desk by the time he enters her office. When she doesn’t immediately speak, he asks, “Sir?”
“You made a request to the DC police about a murder case.”
It’s not a question, but he responds, “Yes, uh, sir. There might be a connection to the Orlando Costas case.”
“Might be? Shouldn’t you confirm that before asking another department to chase down information for you?”
“I’m checking with Evelyn Montgomery to see if she recognizes him as the person in the missing photo.”
“Just what is this connection? What does it have to do with Captain Montgomery?”
“This man, Mr. Smith, knew him.” Ryan gulps as he realizes he should have thought ahead about how to explain this. “We think Beckett’s shooter was trying to eliminate all connections to her mother’s murder. “
“We, Detective Ryan?” she says pointedly.
“Detective, er, Beckett and-” he stops himself before he mentions Beckett and Castle in the same breath, “uh, she was the one who saw the photo in the paper.”
“How exactly does she know him?”
“Beckett remembers meeting him at Montgomery’s house.”
“And just what is her role in this investigation? Remember, Detective Ryan, Kate Beckett is no longer an NYPD detective.”
“None, sir. She just let me know about the article.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“And Detective Ryan?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Where exactly have you been for the last few hours? I wasn’t aware that you were assigned to an open case.”
Crap. If Esposito were around and talking to him, they’d cover for each other, but right now he has no one. He can’t do anything but tell the truth. “There was a break-in at Beckett’s apartment.”
She raises a skeptical eyebrow. “And you’ve decided that you’d like to transfer down to Robbery?”
“No, sir, but it might be connected as well.” She doesn’t look convinced, so he adds, “Nothing was taken except information about her mother’s case.”
“She had police files in her home?”
“No, sir. It was her own research.”
He prepares himself for more interrogation, but the Captain just pins him with her gaze. “Might. Maybe. It sounds like a lot of conjecture. You follow up on this link to the DC murder, but I need to know more about the connections to Beckett’s mother’s case and Beckett’s shooting. Bring me what you have.”
“Yes, sir.” Shit. He’s in trouble. The last thing they need is Gates digging around in this case.
“Oh, and Detective?”
“Yes?”
“Is Beckett okay?”
“Yes, sir. She wasn’t home during the break-in.”
“Good. Thank you. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, sir.”
~*~*~*~*~
The knock on the door is unexpected, so Kate grabs her spare gun, asking who it is as she loads it.
“It’s Lanie.”
She surreptitiously slides the gun onto the end table as she opens the door, but Lanie catches her. “A little edgy?”
Kate shrugs sheepishly as Lanie walks in and shuts the door. “Castle made me promise not to open the door without it.”
“Makes sense I guess, given what happened.” She glares at Kate fiercely. “You are going to be the death of me, girl.”
“I’m fine, Lanie. I wasn’t even here.”
“And what if you had been?” All playfulness drops and Kate sees real fear and concern in her friend’s eyes.
All she can say is, “I wasn’t.”
Lanie just crosses her arms across her chest and glares. “Not good enough.”
“Great. You can join the rest of them in the overprotective squad.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m happy to hit you over the head when you need it.” She looks around the room. “Wow, they really tore it apart.”
“Actually most of this was the detectives. Ryan called in a favor with the K-9 unit to bring in a dog to sniff for a bomb and Castle got them to check for bugs.”
“Awww, well that’s sweet.”
“Yeah, nothing says I care about you like bug detectors and bomb-sniffing dogs.”
“Everything clear?”
“So far. They didn’t find anything. Castle was hunting down someone who can change the locks in a hurry.” She looks at her watch. “They should be here soon. He was going to call me from the lobby.” She tilts her head and looks at her friend through narrowed eyes. “How did you even know to come here?”
“Javier texted me.”
“How did he know?”
“You didn’t tell him?”
“You were there the last time I talked to him. I wasn’t under the impression he wanted to have anything to do with me.”
Lanie scoffs. “I’m not sure if he even knows what he wants.”
“Are things still up in the air with you two?”
“That’s one way to put it.” She sighs, shaking her head. “Honestly, I was surprised to hear from him.”
“That bad?”
“We’ll see,” Lanie answers deflecting. “So if it wasn’t you, and I think it’s safe to assume it wasn’t Ryan, must have been Castle that told him.”
“He’s been on his phone or texting most of the day.” Kate rolls her eyes. “Who knows what he’s done?”
“As long as he’s taking care of you, I approve. And now, since we’re on the subject, how was it all shacked up with Castle at his beach house?” She winks. “I want details.”
“You do realize that his mother and daughter were there too, right?”
“I hope that didn’t cramp your style.”
Kate grins. “They weren’t there all the time. Castle and I were able to find plenty of ways to amuse ourselves.” Her smile softens and she gives a small shrug. “Actually, though, it was fun hanging out with all of them.”
“They’re okay with it?”
“Mostly. Martha pretty much gave her blessing and told me she’s going to stay out of it. Alexis is…” She pauses, wrinkling her nose. “Concerned I’m going to hurt him.” Before Lanie can say anything, she adds, “But glad we’re happy.”
Lanie nods. “Makes sense. You are stepping in right as she’s about to leave.”
“At least she’s not going far. She and I did talk and it was good. I think it will get better.”
“As long as the two of you don’t get yourselves killed.” She takes a deep breath. “This is the same guy, right?”
Kate hesitates before answering, but admits, “Yeah, we’re pretty sure.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t be better off going back to the Hamptons?”
“I don’t want to put Martha and Alexis at risk. We came back to see if we could track down what’s going on. We can do that more easily here. Castle said something about trying to get Esposito and Ryan over to his place tonight to see if we can figure anything out.”
“Are you sure you’ll get them in the same room?”
“If this won’t, I’m not sure what will.”
to be continued
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Characters: Castle/Beckett, Alexis, Ryan, Lanie/Esposito, Martha
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Spoilers for 4.23 Always
Length: ~2400 words
Summary: They haven’t even begun to deal with the aftermath.
Author's Note: Thanks so much to zandras_court and callsign_buzz for giving this a read and giving me helpful feedback. I really appreciate it.
~*~*~*~*~
The door to Beckett’s apartment is open, but Ryan taps on it to get her attention before stepping inside. Her eyebrows come together in confusion. “Ryan? What are you doing here/”
Behind her, Castle gives him a nod, then answers her sheepishly, “I called him after the Robbery guys got here. Just thought he should know, given what we saw in the paper.”
Beckett narrows her eyes at Castle. “You didn’t tell me.”
“You were busy with the detectives.”
“So, uh,” Ryan prompts. “Anything that ties this to your case?”
She gestures toward the other side of the room and he follows. Pointing to some remnants of paper and tape on the window, she says softly, “This was a murder board - my mom’s case.”
“Ah.” It makes him want to ask questions, about what other files she may have in her apartment, but he realizes even this is something personal she’s revealing, so instead he looks over the rest of the room. “Anything else taken?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out.” She points a thumb back over her shoulder, toward the Robbery detail combing her apartment, and grimaces. “They’re being very tedious about it.”
“Hey!” comes a protest from one of the two detectives crouched next to her bookshelves. “Just doing our job.” When they look up, Ryan recognizes Tom Demming.
“Demming?” he asks, surprised. “You drew this case?”
“I was in the precinct when it was called in.” His expression sobers. “I heard Beckett’s name and I, uh, just wanted to help find the bastard who would mess with one of NYPD’s finest.” Castle’s head pops up at the comment and his gaze bounces to Demming and back to Beckett, who seems to be doing her best to ignore the dynamic. “Why are you here?” Demming asks Ryan.
“We think there’s a connection to a recent homicide.”
“Well, it’s definitely not your typical break-in.”
“No, it doesn’t look like it,” Ryan says, surveying the room again.
Castle walks over to Beckett from where he’d been texting in the corner of the room. “You’re going to be here a while. I thought I’d go over and just check on my loft, but I’ll be back soon. Let me know if you go anywhere, okay?”
“We’ll probably want to take her to the station, especially if there’s a connection to another case,” Demming says.
Kate radiates tension at the suggestion. “Can we do that here? Ryan knows the details and can follow up with you at the precinct.” She glances at him to confirm and he nods.
“Okay, then I’ll plan to meet up with you here,” Castle says, reaching for her as he steps close.
“Castle!” Beckett hisses.
“What?” he whispers back, glancing pointedly at Demming, then turning accusing eyes on Beckett.
She gives an exasperated shake of her head. “That’s not-”
Ryan is the only one close enough to hear them exchanging heated whispers and even he only catches snatches while averting his eyes from their argument. “Gossip…precinct…Gates.”
Castle lets out a resigned huff and jams tight fists into his pockets. “Fine,” he says softly. “I’ll catch up with you later.” She just nods. On his way out of the apartment Castle looks back. “Thanks for coming over, Ryan.”
“Of course, bro. Anytime.” As he stares after Castle he can’t help but wonder why she’s worried about the precinct and Gates if she’s really resigned from the force.
~*~*~*~*~
Esposito slides into a booth at the diner he had agreed upon with Castle. He’s angry at himself for being here, for letting curiosity win out over his resentment of the writer’s omnipresence. He hates the way that Castle keeps charming his way into their lives. That he can parade a trampy stewardess in front of the woman he’s supposed to love. That she would want him back in the wake of it. That he intoxicates his own partner with stories and fantasy enough to shift Ryan’s loyalties. That he could abandon them in the middle of one of their most difficult cases. And still, after all of that, Esposito is here, waiting for him. It pisses him off, so much so that when the waitress takes his order she jumps at the sharp bite of his words.
He apologizes and repeats, “Just coffee, please.” When she returns he makes the effort to smile and thank her.
Castle enters the diner and Esposito scowls as he slides into the booth across from him.
“Esposito.”
“What do you want, Castle?” he growls.
“I need your help.”
“What makes you think I want to help you?” In his more objective moments, Esposito knows his anger is not entirely fair, but as an outsider Castle is an easy scapegoat.
Castle starts at the hostility, but recovers and responds, face impassive. “It’s not for me. It’s for Kate, for Beckett.”
Esposito’s still glowers but he gives a slight nod. “What is it?”
“Someone broke into her place. Took all her files about her mom.”
“When?”
“Sometime in the last few days. I don’t know exactly because we were, uh, in the Hamptons.” Castle stumbles on the words, edgy, and Esposito realizes that whatever else has happened, he still has the protective little brother card to play. Good to know.
Just to mess with him, he gives as menacing a look as possible as he asks, “You got back today?”
Castle nods. “We came back because of a murder. A friend of Montgomery’s. We think it’s whoever was in that picture that Maddox took.”
Esposito sucks in a sharp breath. “So, they’re finding whatever it was they’re looking for.”
“And Beckett’s in danger.”
Esposito nods grimly. “So what do you need me for?”
Castle meets his eyes, letting the silence fall thick between them before answering. “I thought you might, you know…could put together a small team…” He pauses, as if weighing his words, then finally admits, “I want some protection for her. To watch her, watch her place. I thought you might know guys who could be trusted.”
Esposito eyes him evenly without responding and hopes that Castle is squirming a bit. “She doesn’t know you’re here.” It’s not a question.
Castle sighs, shoulders falling in defeat. “No. She’d kill me.”
“She will one of these days, you keep doing stupid stuff like this.”
“I’ll tell her,” Castle promises earnestly. “But she’s tied up at her apartment right now and I didn’t want to wait too long. I knew it would take some time to pull something together.” Esposito keeps his expression hard and when Castle meets his eyes again his words are almost pleading. “I just want her to be safe. Can you help?”
Esposito gives one slow nod. “I’ll have to see who’s around, who can spare some time.”
“Guys you trust.”
Esposito’s narrow his eyes. “Did you expect otherwise?”
Castle coughs, embarrassed. “No.”
“Is that all you wanted?” Even to his own ears, it sounds abrupt, a dismissal.
“Esposito,” Castle asks softly. “Have you talked to Ryan?”
Anger flashes through him again at the intrusion. “That is none of your business.”
“Beckett thinks it’s her fault.”
That gives him pause, but he just throws out a terse, “Well, it’s not,” before standing. “I’ll let you know when the team is ready.” He walks out, leaving Castle to settle the bill. It’s the least of his concerns.
~*~*~*~*~
“Detective Ryan?” The captain’s voice rings out sharply across the bullpen.
“Yes, Captain?” No, his voice did not quaver.
“I need to talk to you in my office.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, avoiding meeting the gazes of his fellow cops. She’s standing behind her desk by the time he enters her office. When she doesn’t immediately speak, he asks, “Sir?”
“You made a request to the DC police about a murder case.”
It’s not a question, but he responds, “Yes, uh, sir. There might be a connection to the Orlando Costas case.”
“Might be? Shouldn’t you confirm that before asking another department to chase down information for you?”
“I’m checking with Evelyn Montgomery to see if she recognizes him as the person in the missing photo.”
“Just what is this connection? What does it have to do with Captain Montgomery?”
“This man, Mr. Smith, knew him.” Ryan gulps as he realizes he should have thought ahead about how to explain this. “We think Beckett’s shooter was trying to eliminate all connections to her mother’s murder. “
“We, Detective Ryan?” she says pointedly.
“Detective, er, Beckett and-” he stops himself before he mentions Beckett and Castle in the same breath, “uh, she was the one who saw the photo in the paper.”
“How exactly does she know him?”
“Beckett remembers meeting him at Montgomery’s house.”
“And just what is her role in this investigation? Remember, Detective Ryan, Kate Beckett is no longer an NYPD detective.”
“None, sir. She just let me know about the article.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“And Detective Ryan?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Where exactly have you been for the last few hours? I wasn’t aware that you were assigned to an open case.”
Crap. If Esposito were around and talking to him, they’d cover for each other, but right now he has no one. He can’t do anything but tell the truth. “There was a break-in at Beckett’s apartment.”
She raises a skeptical eyebrow. “And you’ve decided that you’d like to transfer down to Robbery?”
“No, sir, but it might be connected as well.” She doesn’t look convinced, so he adds, “Nothing was taken except information about her mother’s case.”
“She had police files in her home?”
“No, sir. It was her own research.”
He prepares himself for more interrogation, but the Captain just pins him with her gaze. “Might. Maybe. It sounds like a lot of conjecture. You follow up on this link to the DC murder, but I need to know more about the connections to Beckett’s mother’s case and Beckett’s shooting. Bring me what you have.”
“Yes, sir.” Shit. He’s in trouble. The last thing they need is Gates digging around in this case.
“Oh, and Detective?”
“Yes?”
“Is Beckett okay?”
“Yes, sir. She wasn’t home during the break-in.”
“Good. Thank you. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, sir.”
~*~*~*~*~
The knock on the door is unexpected, so Kate grabs her spare gun, asking who it is as she loads it.
“It’s Lanie.”
She surreptitiously slides the gun onto the end table as she opens the door, but Lanie catches her. “A little edgy?”
Kate shrugs sheepishly as Lanie walks in and shuts the door. “Castle made me promise not to open the door without it.”
“Makes sense I guess, given what happened.” She glares at Kate fiercely. “You are going to be the death of me, girl.”
“I’m fine, Lanie. I wasn’t even here.”
“And what if you had been?” All playfulness drops and Kate sees real fear and concern in her friend’s eyes.
All she can say is, “I wasn’t.”
Lanie just crosses her arms across her chest and glares. “Not good enough.”
“Great. You can join the rest of them in the overprotective squad.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m happy to hit you over the head when you need it.” She looks around the room. “Wow, they really tore it apart.”
“Actually most of this was the detectives. Ryan called in a favor with the K-9 unit to bring in a dog to sniff for a bomb and Castle got them to check for bugs.”
“Awww, well that’s sweet.”
“Yeah, nothing says I care about you like bug detectors and bomb-sniffing dogs.”
“Everything clear?”
“So far. They didn’t find anything. Castle was hunting down someone who can change the locks in a hurry.” She looks at her watch. “They should be here soon. He was going to call me from the lobby.” She tilts her head and looks at her friend through narrowed eyes. “How did you even know to come here?”
“Javier texted me.”
“How did he know?”
“You didn’t tell him?”
“You were there the last time I talked to him. I wasn’t under the impression he wanted to have anything to do with me.”
Lanie scoffs. “I’m not sure if he even knows what he wants.”
“Are things still up in the air with you two?”
“That’s one way to put it.” She sighs, shaking her head. “Honestly, I was surprised to hear from him.”
“That bad?”
“We’ll see,” Lanie answers deflecting. “So if it wasn’t you, and I think it’s safe to assume it wasn’t Ryan, must have been Castle that told him.”
“He’s been on his phone or texting most of the day.” Kate rolls her eyes. “Who knows what he’s done?”
“As long as he’s taking care of you, I approve. And now, since we’re on the subject, how was it all shacked up with Castle at his beach house?” She winks. “I want details.”
“You do realize that his mother and daughter were there too, right?”
“I hope that didn’t cramp your style.”
Kate grins. “They weren’t there all the time. Castle and I were able to find plenty of ways to amuse ourselves.” Her smile softens and she gives a small shrug. “Actually, though, it was fun hanging out with all of them.”
“They’re okay with it?”
“Mostly. Martha pretty much gave her blessing and told me she’s going to stay out of it. Alexis is…” She pauses, wrinkling her nose. “Concerned I’m going to hurt him.” Before Lanie can say anything, she adds, “But glad we’re happy.”
Lanie nods. “Makes sense. You are stepping in right as she’s about to leave.”
“At least she’s not going far. She and I did talk and it was good. I think it will get better.”
“As long as the two of you don’t get yourselves killed.” She takes a deep breath. “This is the same guy, right?”
Kate hesitates before answering, but admits, “Yeah, we’re pretty sure.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t be better off going back to the Hamptons?”
“I don’t want to put Martha and Alexis at risk. We came back to see if we could track down what’s going on. We can do that more easily here. Castle said something about trying to get Esposito and Ryan over to his place tonight to see if we can figure anything out.”
“Are you sure you’ll get them in the same room?”
“If this won’t, I’m not sure what will.”
to be continued
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