Page 43 of Survivor
“Exactly,” Rory pulled out a chair and sat down beside Rand. “The Bureau was running surveillance on your father when your mom took you and left. And then a year later, he went dark. We think he was constantly changing his name and appearance and splitting his time between taking jobs and searching for you and your mother. We flagged any alias we even thought he might have used or might use in the future as well as your parents’ real names and the names they started your new lives with—Sean, Emily, and Taylor Langford. When your mom and dad were killed, the Bureau was pretty fucking sure it was your father that committed the murders, but an extensive search on all his aliases turned up nothing. It wasn’t until he was arrested last night and fingerprinted that we learned he was arrested the night of the murders less than five miles away, under a name that wasn’t flagged.”
The longer Rory talked, the angrier Frank became. “Let me see if I have this right, Rory. The motherfucking FBI knew what kind of person Landry was and what he was capable of, and they didn’t put Emily, Sean, and Taylor in protective custody with WITSEC the second she got away from Landry?”
The Agent snarled at him. “Goddammit, Frank, you know I can’t answer that question. And who’s to say whether or not Emily would have even gone? By all accounts, she was terrified of her husband and likely knew that he worked for some type of agency and may not have trusted the Police, the Feds, or the Federal Marshals.” Rory volleyed Frank’s anger right back at him.
Livid, Frank pushed back in his seat to stand but Taylor grabbed his arm and stilled him. “Hey, look at me.” Taylor clasped Frank’s hands in his, smiling at him, the grin and the touch soothing some of the irritation and definitely working to defuse the situation.
“I think we’ve gone about as far as we can with this discussion for now; let’s call it a day. We’ve got Taylor’s statement and we’ll continue to work the investigation on our end.” Davis stood, rolling his shoulders and groaning. Frank glanced at his watch and saw that it was noon. Where in the hell had the past three hours gone?
Val and Charlie asked a few more questions, Davis and Rory giving them short and sometimes one-word answers and as badly as Frank wanted to be angry with them, he realized that they both had a job to do, just like him. He and Taylor moved to follow the Stones when Rory stopped them. “I’m serious, Taylor, this case is far from closed. Rand and I are going to continue to follow the leads. We still don’t know how your mother wiped you two off the map and reappeared in Texas with a new husband and completely different names. I promise you we are going to do our best to find out, though.”
The noise Taylor made pained him. “I know, Rory, and thank you for that. I may not like what you did to Frank but I can see that deep down, you’re a good person. I trust that you’ll keep your word.” Taylor extended his hand and Rory hesitated only for a second, the look of utter shock replaced with a tentative smile as he shook the offered hand.
As soon as they were in the jeep, Taylor reached for him, grabbing two hands full of Frank’s shirt and jerking him over the console, kissing him breathless. “If you feed me, I’ll fuck you.”
Shoving his lover away, Frank laughed and started the jeep, backing out of the spot. “You’ll fuck me regardless.”
“Yeah, but I’ll have more stamina if I’m properly fed.”
