"Well, he knows where Dani is, I'm the only wild card left that he knows he has to destroy. So my bet is that he'll buy his way in to torment me in my 'cell'."
Well you wanna go sit in a cell I have an officer outside the door now. Let's go and Amanda I will be back before evening visiting hours.
Amanda nodded shooed them out and moved over to Dani and sat with her for a moment checking vitals and deciding what tests to order first or just complete battery with her as priority just after fatal situations.
Jack took a big leap of trust, letting Steve lock him in a cell. It made him very nervous, waiting like a caged animal, for Robert to show up and gloat over his apparent success in framing him as the villain.
Amanda was outside of the room looking over her chart the note hanging on the closed curtain to the other bed in the room listing its occupant in a coma and scheduled check in times while Steve laid there dead still eyes closed but listening intently.
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Robert wasn't stupid, the chip in Daniella's shoulder had recorded an entire night in an unknown location last night, he was very interested to see where his brother had hidden his wife. So while he drove up into the hills to check it out, he sent an actor to impersonate him at the hospital.
"Where is she? Where is Daniella? My wife?!" The man posing as Roberts demanded.
For one this is a hospital calm down and I will show you to her. In her condition from the accident she will be here for several days but you can see her. She may still be sleeping though from the pain medicine.
The man posing as Robert threw his hands up in the air. "I would if any of you cretins would assist me!" He whispered sharply back at the woman as she warned him to calm down. "I trust my no good, villainous brother is in custody? I won't have that monster touching my sweet, darling wife again!" He followed Amanda closly, almost stepping on her heals, pretending to be eager to see his 'wife'.
When he saw her there, laying unconcious, he reeled back, making a pained sound in the back of his throat, putting a fist to his mouth, his eyes watering up. "Look what he's done to her! The bastard has got to pay!" He began to pace with barely contained 'fury' for his 'brother'.
"Very well... may I at least hold her hand for a moment? Let her know I was here, busy her side?"
He made to go to her and give her hand a light squeeze, going to one knee to kiss the back of her hand.
Once alone with her, the actor stood back up, still holding her hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I don't know what you did to piss your husband off so bad, lady, but thank you, he's paying me a cool mill for this... oh, and he wanted me to tell you, 'Jack is fucked'." And with that, he stepped back and let go of her hand, turning toward the door to leave.
Hearing her speak weakly as he turned to leave, the actor posing as Robert only shook his head and chuckled softly under his breath before busting out through the door in a sudden state of 'panic'. "Quickly, Nurse! She spoke! She's mumbling incoherently over her captor! My no good brother! Jack! Please! Won't you help her? Give her something to settle here? Valium perhaps?!"
"No... no, that won't be necessary... listen... I wish to pay my brother a visit... please contact me at this number if there is any change in my wife's condition, won't you?" He pulled a card from his breast pocket and scrawled a cell number sharply on the back of it for her to call. "Thank you for helping my wife, it's people like you that restore my faith in humanity." He patted her shoulder and walked off, down the hall.
"But we are brothers!" The actor demanded, slamming his fist on the desk, drawing a lot of eyes. He felt them on him and sighed, relenting. "Very well. Do what you must... I just want to see him." He let them print him, figuring he would be long gone by the time he was identified.
They printed him and the officer led him I to the visitation room one officer remaining in the room listening device hidden carefully on the officer. The prints quickly hitting the databases as a priority run.
"Hello, Jack..." The actor said, entering the room.
"You're not..." Jack shot up, jerking at his cuffs.
The actor put a finger to his lips to hush him.
"Not what, Jack? Not upset with you for taking my wife away? For filling her head with lies? For killing the men I sent to find you? Or for the condition you put my dear, darling wife into with your madness? With your wrecklessness? You should have been evaluated before your discharge from the military, then perhaps none of this would have happened. You are clearly a danger to others and to yourself, look at you! Murderer! Did you really think you could get away with killing thowe men on the highway and no one would find out it was you? I must thank you for trying to make it all look like an accident, that only proves your guilt!"
The fingerprints did not pull up a match for Robert so they continued a search for who they belonged to. The officer in the room with them maintained an expressionless face as they talked.
"Thats bullshit! Those guys all had a wrap sheet a mile long! If I did anything it was all in self defense!" Jack threw his hands up over his head and turned away. "Officer! This man is an imposter!"
"Don't do this, Jack... we're brothers..." The actor countered, cool under pressure.
"Fuck you! Fuck. You.... who ever you are! This is NOT Robert! Get this piece of shit out of my face, before I rip his god damn face off!"