"The FBI have taken Watson into protective custody."
"What??? When? Why?"
"She was meeting with your murder victim. Is there an FBI agent there?"
"Yeah, they've taken over the scene."
"They refuse to allow Watson to speak with either Bright or myself."
"I'll talk to them. Hang tight, okay? Is Bright okay? I know they're close."
Sherlock looks over to the profiler.
"He's doing what he can."
"Good. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you, Captain."
***
"Miss Watson, it would benefit everyone if you cooperate with us."
It's just one FBI agent now, a man who introduced himself as Skerrit. He's been pressuring her for the past fifteen minutes, trying to get information from her.
"I told you, I don't know how the witness was compromised."
"How did you learn about his identity?"
"Bright had a contact."
"And who was that contact?"
Joan stares at the man as it dawns on her that the information he's grilling her for isn't much use to the bureau. But for somebody trying to take out everyone who might be in a position to make trouble for the senator?
"He didn't say," she answers, trying to play cool. As the man looks down to write something on his notepad, Joan glances quickly up at the camera in the corner. And notices that the red light is out. They're not being recorded.
Now she is certain both she and Malcolm are in danger.
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Date: 2021-06-17 02:44 am (UTC)From:"Sherlock?" Gregson sounded concerned. "What's going on?"
"The FBI have taken Watson into protective custody."
"What??? When? Why?"
"She was meeting with your murder victim. Is there an FBI agent there?"
"Yeah, they've taken over the scene."
"They refuse to allow Watson to speak with either Bright or myself."
"I'll talk to them. Hang tight, okay? Is Bright okay? I know they're close."
Sherlock looks over to the profiler.
"He's doing what he can."
"Good. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you, Captain."
***
"Miss Watson, it would benefit everyone if you cooperate with us."
It's just one FBI agent now, a man who introduced himself as Skerrit. He's been pressuring her for the past fifteen minutes, trying to get information from her.
"I told you, I don't know how the witness was compromised."
"How did you learn about his identity?"
"Bright had a contact."
"And who was that contact?"
Joan stares at the man as it dawns on her that the information he's grilling her for isn't much use to the bureau. But for somebody trying to take out everyone who might be in a position to make trouble for the senator?
"He didn't say," she answers, trying to play cool. As the man looks down to write something on his notepad, Joan glances quickly up at the camera in the corner. And notices that the red light is out. They're not being recorded.
Now she is certain both she and Malcolm are in danger.