"I think we should wait to come back here with Hank," Connor insisted as Jamie pulled the car up to Insomnia Inks.

"If they're involved, they could be gone by tomorrow night, if they're not gone already. We'll be fine. I got you, don't I?" Jamie dismissed as she climbed out of the car. 

The parlor was ransacked. Chairs were toppled over, neon ink splattered the walls, and a body laid on the floor.

"Get the door," Connor ordered.

"Got it." 

It was the owner, Travis McMillan. His neck was broken. Soft mewling caught Connor's attention. He stepped gingerly around the body and the smattering of paper on the ground. The sound came from the bathroom. Connor tried the door. Locked.

"Open up! Detroit Police!"

After a soft click, the receptionist with the dragon tattoo emerged, shaking.

"Everything is alright. You're safe now," Connor soothed.

"What's going on?" Jamie said, coming to his side.

"Do you know what happened?" Connor continued.

"H-He killed him," her eyes drifted to the body. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Do you know who the killer was?"

"For God's sake, Connor. She's in shock. Give her some space," Jamie scolded. "Come on. We'll take you to the station and we can talk in the morning."

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"What the fuck were you two thinking?" Hank growled the following morning. He pointed a finger at Jamie, his voice softening slightly. 

"You are still in training so you're my responsibility. You should have called me."

He shifted his furrowed brows to Connor. "As for you, I trusted you to know better."

"I'm sorry, Hank. But look, we have a lead now!" Jamie was almost bouncing. "And we have a witness!"

Hank rubbed his forehead and sighed. 

"Fucking-A..."

"I thought you would be pleased about this," Connor said, confused.

"You're both missing the point."

Gavin approached them with a scowl on his face. 

"Bitch won't talk," he said through his teeth.

"Not with that attitude," snapped Jamie.

Hank chuckled. "We'll see what we can do."

Gavin scoffed. "Good luck with that."

They entered the observation room where Chris was on surveillance.

"So," Hank smirked. "Detective Asshole couldn't get anything out of her?"

Chris bowed his head in embarrassment. "Think he might have made the situation worse. Poor girl was just bombarded with questions. Luckily, he didn't stay long. Think you have a shot?" 

Jamie leaned towards the two-way mirror. Connor answered.

"I can talk to her." 

Hank plopped into a chair.

"Jamie," he called. "Want to give it a shot?"

Connor crossed his arms, disappointed.

She glanced at the witness and then back at Hank before exiting the room. She entered the room and sat in the chair, leaning forward with her hands folded on the table.

Silence.

"What is she doing?" asked Connor. Hank seemed as stumped as he was.

One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes.

Connor played in his mind the different tactics he would use to get information from her, figuring the softer approach would be best at first before being more firm. But never did he think to just sit in silence, waiting.

Jamie appeared calm and patient, quietly observing the witness while keeping her gaze slightly lower than the witness'. As the minutes ticked, the witness seemed more relaxed. Her posture less rigid.

"I was in the bathroom when it happened." Her voice was small, but it made the three men jump.

"There were loud noises and Travis was shouting. I peeked through the door, and a man was throwing things. It was like he was looking for something. Travis tried to get him to leave and then they started fighting and then the man...he..."

Tears welled in her eyes and her breathing became unsteady.

"Hey," Jamie said gently. "What's your name?"

"Alicia," she exhaled.

"I'm Jamie. I want you to feel the table with your hands. Notice the temperature."

Alicia hesitantly mirrored Jamie's movement.

"Wait," Connor shook his head. "Why did she stop her? She was reporting what she saw."

He glanced at Chris and Hank for a reaction but they continued to watch Jamie.

"...and out through your mouth. Notice the back of your legs against the chair."

Alicia's breathing slowed and she stopped crying.

"You're here," Jamie affirmed. "You're safe. When you're ready, you can continue."

After a few more deep breaths, she continued.

"He snapped Travis' neck and left. I was too scared to leave or call the police. I felt helpless."

Jamie nodded. "Do you remember what was said between the two of them? Before the fight?"

"Ummm...He was demanding a code and a list. He managed to grab a few files from the office before Travis forced him out."

"And what did Travis say?"

"He told him to fuck off and that's when they started fighting."

"Do you know what code and list he was talking about?"

Alicia froze.

Jamie continued. "Whoever this person is, he's dangerous. My job is to make sure people like him don't hurt anyone else. I need your help to do that, Alicia."

Connor held his breath, and both Chris and Hank leaned forward.

"I would get a call to the parlor once a month from someone who claimed to be a friend of Travis. He always asked me to leave a message for him even when he was available to take the call. Some of them were odd and random."

"Like what?"

She fidgeted with her fingers. 

"Ummm...like 'I wrote 900 words today for my new book.'"

"Did this person contact you yet this month?"

She nodded.

"Two nights ago, his message was, '313 is the only home for me.'"

Jamie straightened and so did Connor.

Hank murmured, "That could have been our victim."

"Did you deliver the message?" Jamie continued.

"Yes. I always do."

Jamie angled her head.

"Then what happened?

Alicia chewed on the inside of her cheek. "He would normally go clubbing the next day."

"Clubbing where?

"He never told me. He said it was exclusive."

"Did you ever suspect anything with these calls?"

Alicia stared at her hands, avoiding Jamie's eyes.

"I did but I didn't think it was any of my business. And then you came in yesterday talking about a homicide, and I panicked. I confronted Travis about it after you left, but he denied he was ever involved."

"So, every time he received this kind of message, he would go to a club the next night?"

She nodded.

Jamie turned to the mirror and then back at Alicia.

"Thank you, Alicia. I can see how difficult it was for you to talk about this. We'll do what we can to help. Officer Miller will escort you out."

Chris turned to Hank and Connor. 

"I guess that's my cue," he smiled before retrieving Alicia. Jamie came back into the observation room and sighed in relief.

"What the hell did you do to her? Hypnotized her?"

"I'm curious what you did as well."

Hank and Connor were boring their eyes into Jamie, and she scratched the back of her ear bashfully.

"I just waited for her to talk to me, that's all."

"Yeah, we know. We waited too. And what about the whole breathing and table touching shit?"

"It's called grounding," she said firmly. "She was still in shock from witnessing a murder. It wouldn't have done her or us any good if she clammed up and re-experienced the impact of the event all over again."

Hank leaned back in his chair, impressed. Connor smiled. That was a tactic he never thought of before.

"You did a good job," Connor nodded. "Now we have the code and the list. We can see where Travis was suppose to go last night."

"Wait, what fucking list?"