The Old and The New: Disobeying Orders
“Alright, Jack, Y/N, you’re going to switch out with Agent Holden, so he can get some field experience. You’ll stay here with Penelope and let us know if you can find anything else out. We need to talk to him right away.” Jack looked toward his aunt with a pleading look, like ‘please, don’t leave me here during the best part of the case,’ but he also didn’t want to fight or pull cards, so he sighed as he was left behind with Y/N and his Aunt Penelope. “Maybe we’ll get something else back from Herzfeld’s autopsy when they dig a little deeper.”
As the rest of the team turned to leave, Y/N spun around toward Garcia, eager to find some other information that might help them out; she hated feeling useless. “There any way we can dig deeper into what happened to Bohen’s brother?” she asked. “If we can figure out what happened. they’ll have a bit more to work with once he’s apprehended.”
“Come with me, my sweets,” she said, leading Y/N and Jack toward the back where she had her sweet setup going. “Welcome to my humble abode away from home. Let’s see what we can dig up.”
“Something dirty please,” Y/N laughed, pulling a chair up next to her and also bringing one along for Jack. “He lost his brother 21 years ago in a freak construction accident, but was it actually a construction accident or was he killed on the construction site?”
“Undoubtedly the latter because otherwise there would be no reason to cover things up,” Jack said. “Bring up the death certificate, please.” He didn’t dare ask if she could, because it was his Aunt Penelope - of course she could. “And the accident report.”
Garcia slapped away at the keyboard for a few seconds, pulling up both the accident report and the death certificate. “Bohen states in the report that he, his brother Dillon, Herzfeld, Cogswell and Heskett were walking past a construction site on Turner Avenue when a poorly piled toward of concrete bricks was knocked over, crushing his brother to death. The family ended up suing the construction company and receiving nearly $5 million in damages, which honestly didn’t make a dent in their fortune. They’re loaded.”
Jack scanned the document, looking for any inconsistency that might explain what actually happened, because it couldn’t have been that simple. “Okay, how the fuck did no one see that?” Y/N said, pointing to one of the pictures that had been taken at the scene. “In the background, look.”
Jack and Garcia peered at the photo until Jack realized what it was. “That is an insanely expensive bottle of Jack Daniels,” he said. “Much more expensive than most people in this town could afford. What if they were all drunk and something happened? Maybe they were screwing around on one of the machines and something went wrong? Now, how about the autopsy report.”
Pulling it up to the front of the screen, Y/N leapt across the pages, looking for something that might indicate a cover up. “This was absolutely a cover-up,” she said, shaking her head at the papers. “A family cover-up at that. Either that or the medical examiner was an absolute idiot.” She pointed toward the report, but Jack had very little medical knowledge, so he had no idea what she was seeing.
“What is it?”
“The way his bones were broken don’t indicate that the concrete blocks fell as he was walking away, which was what they claimed. The bones that sustained the most damage were on the front of his body, meaning that someone placed the concrete bricks on him to make it look like an accident,” she said, asking Garcia to click through the autopsy report. “I don’t have a ton of medical knowledge, but by the look of it, the bones that were broken make it seem like he was hit with the wrecking ball.”
Jack sighed, bringing his hand to his face as he pieced together what probably happened. The officers, Bohen and his younger brother were drinking at the construction site and were screwing around on the wrecking ball. In a drunken stupor, Bohen accidentally killed his brother, and the officers were witness to it. “Bohen and his family had money, the new officers didn’t,” Jack started, “So he tells his friends to help cover things up and its going to be fine. The officers agree because they’re all relatively new, taking care of young families, so they don’t want to risk losing their jobs. Then, when he met with the three officers recently, one or more of them expressed guilt about the whole thing, and Bohen couldn’t risk his burgeoning career, so he kills them to keep them quiet.”
“It makes sense,” Y/N said, pulling out her phone. “I’m gonna call Agent Prentiss.”
“Okay,” Emily said, as the seven agents made their way to Bohen’s home. “Y/N just called and said that there were very expensive liquor bottles strewn about the crime scene. More than most could afford.”
“But not too much for Bohen,” Spencer said quickly. “This was all a drunken accident?”
Emily sighed, pulling into the gated area where Bohen, his wife and his children lived. “That’s what it looks like. She said the autopsy report makes it look like he was hit with a wrecking ball and the concrete bricks were placed on top of him. So either the medical examiner is also in on it or he’s incredibly stupid.”
“The family probably paid to keep him quiet, save their only son after the other was gone,” Luke said from the back of the car. “And the one or more of the officers grew a conscience.”
As they approached the house, the senior members instructed the candidates to stay behind them, but no one was home.
Back at the station, a call came in and Officer Giovanni, Herzfeld’s former partner, answered, telling another officer of what happened within earshot of the two candidates. “We just got a call from Mrs. Dugan that her husband was taken away from just outside their home by a man with a gun. She couldn’t see who the man was.”
Y/N’s ears perked up. “We have to go with them,” she said, pulling Jack toward Giovanni.
“Why? Agent Prentiss told us to stay here.” Apparently, this Mr. Dugan had quite a great reputation in town from what Jack could see of the flustered officers.
“Because Dugan is the last name of the medical examiner that did Bohen’s brother’s autopsy. He’s since retired. Bohen took Dugan, Jack. Dr. Dugan is the only person alive who knows what happened that might open his mouth.”
“Oh fuck,” he said, running towards Officer Giovanni to tell him they’d be going with them. “I’ll call Agent Prentiss on the way.”
The two young agents and the senior officer ran outside to the car as Jack dialed his Aunt. “Agent Prentiss, it’s Jack,” he said, the salutation sounding foreign to his ears - it was Aunt Emily, not Agent Prentiss. “The medical examiner that conducted Dillon Bohen’s autopsy has been taken from his home by an unidentified man with a gun. If he’s our unsub, than the medical examiner is the only person still alive that knows his secret.”
“Did they say what direction he went in?” Emily asked, the tires screeching loud enough to be heard through the phone as she turned the wheel.
They hadn’t. But the construction site was where he accidentally killed his own brother. And he was devolving fast, his arrogance making him make mistakes he should be smart enough not to make. “No, but I think he’s headed to the construction site.”
“We’ll meet you there,” she said. “Do not go in without us.”
As they hung up the phone, Jack told Officer Giovanni where to drive. The siren turned on and he stepped on the gas, speeding toward the construction site at nearly 90 miles an hour. In less than five minutes they were there. “Shit,” Y/N said, “He’s dragging Dugan in now.”
“And he sees us,” Jack panicked. The rest of the team wasn’t there yet. “If we wait, Dugan’s gonna die.” He looked in her direction. They both knew they should stay behind, but a man’s life was on the line. “Are you coming with me?”
Getting out of the car, she looked around. The rest of the team was still nowhere in sight. Dugan would be dead before they got here. “Yea, let’s go.”