Page 33 of Blackstone's Heart
"I'm fine. I’m glad you’re finally awake." Krista nodded sitting on the bed and taking his hand gently in hers. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead."
"I think I scared me too.” He chuckled a little. “So, what happened? Last thing I remember was this loud...explosion."
"Krista's fan sent you a pipe bomb. You both are very lucky." Gage said.
Jerry's eyes widened. "Was...was anyone else hurt? Patsy?"
"Sshh." Krista soothed, stroking his hair. "She's fine. You were the worst. I had a few bumps and bruises but I'm good now."
"Thank god." Jerry sighed, sinking back against the pillows on the bed. "How long have I been out anyway?"
"About a week. The doctor said your mind just shut down so the rest of you could heal up."
Jerry nodded, then looked at Gage. "What is Blackout doing to protect Krista?"
Gage sat in the chair next to them. "We are doing everything we can. The Feds, fire department and PD are helping us and sharing what they find. For the moment the New York trip is on pause. Krista here hasn't decided if she's still going or not."
"Oh bite me Carson." Krista said, sticking her tongue out him. She then faced Jerry. "Jerry, Ethan and I have talked. He says if I still want to go through with it then I'll have at least three guys from Blackout on my ass."
"Kris, please. Don't go." Jerry breathed. "I know you want to, but after what he did...hell he got a dammed bomb into my office!"
"Take it easy honey." She pleaded, stroking his hair as his heart monitor showed his stress. "Okay, okay I won't go. If it will ease your crazy, loveable mind, I won't go. I can do all the interviews from here via phone or Skype."
"Thank you. God I would never forgive myself if anything..."
"Don't Jerry. Don't go there. Like I told you when this fucker started after me. He wants me, let him come get me. It will be his fucking funeral." Krista stated, a murderous look in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
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Ethan sipped his coffee as he stared up at the board. He had started using a board much like Feds did when looking for a subject. He found it more visual and better for working out pieces of a puzzle. Pictures of the destruction from the pipe bomb were pinned up, as well as images from the building's security cameras. "So, anything on the delivery itself?"
"You would think we would have something, but we have nothing. It's like this guy was invisible or something. It's the damnedest thing too. In my fifteen years as a cop, I have never come across a case where the perp wasn't seen by anyone." Wilson stated.
Ethan let out a frustrated breath. If Shawn Wilson was stumped that didn't bode well. "You mean this fucker walked right into a building with a bomb and nobody saw him?"
"That's what it looks like Ethan. Hell, he must have been casing the place because he knew where all the cameras were in the lobby and the elevators. He keeps his head down and never looks at anything that could reflect what he looks like." Wilson nodded, moving to stand next to Ethan.
Tony spoke next. "I pulled every electronic magic trick I know and none of them worked. This is the clearest image I have of him. I can give you an estimated guess on height, but that's about it. I can't even tell if this guy is white, black, Hispanic or even a one-eye, one horned purple people eater."
"Then give me your best guess Tony." Ethan growled.
"From the size of the potted tree next to him, I'd guess he's maybe five ten, possibly six foot at most. It looks like he's wearing a Fed-Ex uniform so that doesn't help with his body build, but could also explain why nobody really noticed them. Course he doesn't look like he's a huge bodybuilder. Sorry I don't have much more than that." Tony reported.
"Well, it's something to start with. Are we assuming this guy is a white male?" Ingram, Wilson's partner asked as he and Lance walked into the room.
"Yeah. From what the Feds say, the writing analysis points to this guy being a semi educated male. Some of the so called poetry he sent Ms. James, it shows some intelligence. He's no Ernest Hemingway, but he has had some education." Tony replied.
"The fire department says they should have their final report on the components of the explosives in the next day or so boss and they also apologized for it taking nearly a week." Lance said.
"As soon as we get it, I want you and Grant on it. You guys know explosive better than the rest of us." Ethan instructed.
"How is Ms. James?" Ingram inquired.
"She's ok. She was shaken, but she's good. I know she's tougher than she looks. She wants to catch this guy as badly as the rest of us because her agent, who is also one of her best friends, got hurt." Ethan replied, with a soft smile.
"I met her once." Ingram replied.
"Yeah?" Tony questioned.
