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The door to interrogation room three opened very slowly.  Clayton Iron-Horse walked in, carrying only a notepad.  He kicked the door closed and took a look at Laura Black.  She was handcuffed, but she still had a killer’s look in her eyes.  Her black hair was tussled, messy and falling around her eyes.  She jutted her lower lip out, pursed her top lip on the center of the lower, and tried to blow some of her hair out of her eyes.  Clayton walked over to the seat across from her, and threw the notepad on the table.  He sat slowly, and didn’t take his eyes off of her.  She again tried to blow her hair out of her eyes.  She was still wearing her police uniform, badge and all.  A few buttons had popped off, and part of her undershirt was showing very clearly.  Clayton leaned back in his seat, and started staring at her.  Laura stared right back at him, taking breaks only to try to blow her hair up out of her face with an audible PFFFT.

“So, is Laura Black your real name?  At least Laura?”

PFFFT

“Why did that woman scream?”

PFFFT

“Who was in the elevator with you?”

PFFFT

“Do you have anything to say?”

“I could really use a hair tie.”

Clayton frowned.

***

Eli took a deep breath and walked into the police station.  Agent Garrett and agent Lewis were right behind him.  Captain Hale met them near the entrance.  “Who’s this?”

“Eli Elson.  We think he might know where Fulton might be.”  Eli rolled his eyes when he heard Garrett speak.

“Is he under arrest?”

“No” Lewis said.  “He…agreed to come here and answer some questions willingly.”

“We need an interrogation room.”

“Listen Garrett, if he’s here of his own free will, I don’t think an interrogation room is a good idea.  We can process him anywhere.”

“I have to insist.  We need to question him in private.”

Hale looked over to one of the nearby officers.  Take our guest to room four.  Get him something to drink.”

“Thank you.  We’ll be with him shortly.  We both need to check in with our people.”

“You can use my office.”  Garrett and Lewis started walking towards the stairs.  “By the way, F.B.I. agent Clayton Iron-Horse is interrogating our fake officer right now.  He’s in room three.”

“Thank you captain” Lewis said, offering a slight smile before turning and heading up the stairs again.  Hale shook his head and walked towards the elevator.

“Captain Hale?  I think you want to take line three.”

Hale stopped and walked to a nearby desk.  “This is captain Hale.”

“Captain, my name is Julio Perez, I work security for the rail yard here in Sioux Falls.”

“Yes Mr. Perez.  I’m sorry that you had to wait this morning.  I’ve spoken with my detective about that.”

“I’m not calling because I had to wait, I’m calling because I think I found your boxcar.”

“Come again?”

“One of our trains stopped in Ortonville, Minnesota because a boxcar had a wide open door.  There’s a lot of evidence to suggest it was occupied by at least two men, and the train left Sioux Falls last night.”

“Julio, I realize you’ve had a long night, but could you come down to the station?  This could be the break we’ve been looking for.”