John and Laura's Apartment, Cherry Hill Residential Sector, Boston. 7.02pm.
John arrived home. Laura had been home for some time waiting for him. She'd missed him, more than usual today. She had thought a lot about the previous night. She flung her arms around him.
"How did your day go. You were gone when I woke up. I think I had a dream about you going to Utica" She poured him a drink.
"Well, it's been strange to say the least" he sipped his wine.
"I have been to Utica"
"What's going on in Utica?"
"You know I can't tell you, not without killing you"
She walked over to him. She looked in to his eyes. Hazel green.
"Something you said last night?" She paused.
"You said you loved me".
She moved closer, she was captivated by his eyes. He slipped his arm around her waist and squeezed her closer to him. So close, they were about to kiss. The phone rang.
They both jump back feeling a little awkward. He looked at her and smiled.
"Sorry. Get dressed, let's go eat somewhere". He looked down at his phone.
"What about Roberto's, you love it there"
She blew him a kiss as he answered the phone.
"Rivers, it's Doyle, I pulled a few strings at Langley. The US Marshall's they were transporting a resonator device. It's missing! That's what this has been about"
"What does it do?"
"All objects resonate at a certain frequency. If you disrupt that frequency you can destroy it".
"Does that include people?"
"Yes it does"
"This device allows you to control the amount of energy in the frequency beam"
John could understand immediately the implication.
"So you could literally walk through walls with this thing"
"We need to find out who's behind this Rivers. Get on those tapes we need to know who this Smith character is"
"Were on it first thing"
"Your on it right fucking now! I don't pay to laze around like a fucking Cheshire cat!" Doyle was by now screaming down the phone.
"OK, OK! I'm on it, I'm on it! Don't you ever sleep?"
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING SLE". John hung up, he knew he'd said the wrong thing.
Laura came out of the bedroom, she was wearing a short black cocktail dress. Her hair was loose. Her lipstick was blood red. John stood staring at her.
"My God, you look amazing, you're gorgeous!"
John was mesmerised, he wasn't use to Laura looking like this. She could see him putting his shoulder holster on.
"We're not going to Roberto's are we?"
There was real disappointment in her voice.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I gotta go, you look amazing. Really you do. Can we take a rain check?"
She kicked off her high heels. John left.
Logan International Airport, Security Department. Boston. 8.45pm.
Johnson was at the airport when he arrived.
"Hey, did you get a screaming call from Doyle?"
"Yeah I really peed him off"
"Your welcome Johnson, just a little payback for the I'll handle it" John raised his fingers to gesture question marks.
Johnson made a face. They searched the tapes.
"OK, here's our perp. Do you know him?"
"No, he didn't have any problems getting through security. I'll get the recognition software running"
She logged into the FBI database and started the search.
"Hey Johnson don't you have better things to do than this, at this time of night?"
The computer pinged. Johnson walked to the printer and handed the sheet to John.
"OK, Heinrich Svenson. I've never heard of him. He's got a long rap sheet"
Johnson looked up.
"What about his known accomplices?".
"Robert Taylor, I've heard that name".
"Yeah wait it was Doyle who mentioned him sometime back"
"OK, let's talk to Doyle"
"Can't we do it tomorrow?".
"OK we'll do it tomorrow"
They left to finish for the night. John knew it was too late for Roberto's.