Page 2 of All He Sees
There was a lot at stake, and she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her. She had to stay focused.
Inside, Felix Anderson was waiting for her.
Not even a week ago, Nicky had apprehended and arrested him. Felix, the deranged Danish man who'd been obsessed with kidnapping twins, was behind bars, where he belonged.
But Nicky had to see him again. She had to see him, because she knew he knew something about what had happened to Nicky's sister, Rosie. It was all too much of a coincidence to be a mistake. Felix knew of the story--that Nicky and Rosie had been kidnapped when they were teenagers. Nicky got away. Rosie didn't.
According to Felix, he had known of Nicky and Rosie's case and became fascinated with the dynamics of sisters--hence his obsession with twins. Nicky and Rosie weren't twins, but they had looked very similar.
Unfortunately, Felix was a deranged psychopath, and nothing he said could be trusted. But still. This was the closest Nicky had ever gotten to finding out something about Rosie. If Felix somehow knew who the man who'd kidnapped them was, then she needed to get him to tell her. She needed to get in that prison, sit down with him, and make him fess up. She had to try, because Felix was the closest she'd ever gotten, and she had to pursue any possibility. Chief Franco had told her that if she could get Felix to say something concrete, then maybe, just maybe, the FBI would look into opening the case of Rosie Lyons officially. Then, Nicky might finally get the answers she'd craved inside her soul since childhood.
Nicky walked up the steps, opened the door, and stepped inside the cold, sterile prison.
She strode through the lobby and toward the security desk, where a guard was sitting.
"Agent Nicky Lyons of the FBI," she said. "I'm here to see Felix Anderson."
The guard typed some things into his computer, then gave her a once-over, as if to double check she was serious. She stared right back at him, her hands wrapped tight around her chest, her jaw firm. Nicky was here on personal business, but she had her FBI badge—he had to let her through.
"Go down that hall, then take a left," the guard said, bored. "Go down the hall, then take another left. You'll find room C-16."
The guard handed her a security pass. Nicky clipped it to her jacket. “Thanks,” she said.
She turned on her heel and went down the hall of the prison. As she walked, she found herself growing more and more anxious. Her heart was racing, and her palms grew sweaty. She wiped them on her pants and took a deep breath.
She was going to have to figure out how to extract information from Felix. In the time she'd spent with him before his arrest, she'd learned that he was a maddening, manipulative man who wouldn’t give a straight answer. She'd need to be careful with him. She had to tread cautiously.
Nicky stopped in front of the room and took a few deep breaths. She could do this. She could interrogate the man.
She opened the door and stepped inside. Felix was sitting at a table, staring blankly ahead. The two of them were separated by invisible, soundproof glass. Nicky took a seat. Their eyes locked. Nicky ignored the feeling of unease that curled in her stomach. After a moment, she picked up the phone, and Felix did too.
"Hello, Agent Nicky Lyons," Felix said, turning to face her. "It's been a while."
He was smiling. His lips were curled up, his eyes were squinting, and there was a devilish glint in his eyes that made Nicky's stomach sink.
"This is a nice surprise," he said, sitting back and clasping his hands together. "I wasn't expecting you."
Nicky was silent. His playful tone got under her skin, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction—or amusement—of playing his little game.
"I would have put on a suit if I had known you were going to be here," Felix said coyly. "However, it really is nice to see you."
"I'm here for answers, Anderson," Nicky said, growing more and more irritated by the second. "You're going to give them to me."
Felix laughed. "Or what?" he said. "You'll hurt me? Is that it? I know you can't do that, so what will you do to make me speak?"
Nicky's jaw tensed. She hated this asshole, and it was hard to save face against him when she remembered how sick he was.
"You're in prison,” she said.
"I am," he said. "But that doesn't mean much, does it?"
To him, maybe not. Nicky needed to get inside Felix’s head, but the truth was, she wasn’t sure how. He was an enigma, near impossible to read; everything he said was laced with amusement, so any real emotions he felt could easily be hidden. Whether he was lying, telling the truth, or just playing a game—Nicky would have a hard time knowing.
And today, she was short on patience. Today, she just wanted to threaten him and make him talk.
"I can make you listen," Nicky said. "I can make you cooperate. I can make you talk about what you know about Rosie."
Her words were firm. Her voice was steady. Her gaze was steely.
