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to have things his way?"  I stood before I knew it.  "When she broke it off with you. I'm sure that you didn't like it one bit.  You followed her to the store, then you hurt her. Didn’t you?"
    The linemen of the year stood with his hands out.  "No, man. It wasn't like that at all.  I never forced her to do anything.  I wouldn't do that to her.  She said that she needed some time and that we were going too fast, so I backed up."  Battle smirked and shook his head.  "All she is to you is some case, huh?  That woman was just about everything to me.  I wanted to build something with her. She didn't want me."  He made large fists at his sides.  I could see the pain in his eyes, the pain of loss. I had the same look for months after Tonya left.  "You find who did this and let me handle him.  Name your price and I will give it to you.  I want my hands on this guy."
    Get in line.
                               
    "And where have y'all been?  The two of you been gone for hours," Ryan said. He was still looking for anything pertaining to Tonya.
    Melissa threw off her parka.  "We've been stuck with DC bomb squad."  Before Ryan could say anything, she continued.  "Someone put a brick under her car, rigged it so if anyone would open the car door it goes boom."
    "My God!  Who wants her dead?"  Ryan rubbed his face.  It was only 7:13 am and he felt like he had lived a lifetime in just a few hours.
    "Where's Vic?"  Drew sat on the end of the kitchen island.
    "Somewhere probably making a fool of himself.  He left a few hours ago."
    Melissa looked back at the stairs.  "Have you been upstairs to see about her?  Have you questioned her?"
    Ryan was surprised at her tone.  "Why the hell would I question her?  We know her. You don't.  I have no idea why this is happening to her, but I know that she didn't put this on herself." 
    Ryan was in her face, but she didn't back down.  "A school teacher was dragged to a field beaten, her house trashed, and a bomb strapped to her car. And nobody wants to question her on what she's been up to.  This is crazy."  Melissa threw her hands up.  "If this wasn't someone that you all know, we wouldn't be looking from the outside in.  We would look from the inside out and all of you know it.  This girl could have got me killed and nobody wants to ask her any questions.  She's into some shit and I can see it all over your faces, even if you don't want to admit it.  She's dirty or she’s dealing with someone that is or screwing someone that is."
    Hopping off the island, Drew got in between Ryan and Melissa.  "Mel, if I were you I would watch my tongue."
    "Or what?!  You gonna hit me. Give me matching bruises like the chick upstairs?  What if I opened that car door, huh?  I would be dead. You saw when they disarmed it.  It was loaded with ball bearings and tacks. If the blast didn't kill me, I'm sure the holes in my body would.  If the two of you don't have the balls to go talk to her, I will." 
    Melissa turned on her heels and headed for the stairs.  Drew grabbed her around the waist.  "Mel, don't make me do this."  The two struggled. Melissa swung at Drew, which he ducked.  "Please, Mel."  He took her by the neck adding mild pressure to her throat at her carotid arteries. He caught her before she fell.
    "Put her on the couch." Ryan pointed.  Where the hell was Vic?
    "She is gonna be pissed when she wakes up."
    The sound of the door opening made both men grab their weapons.  "Well, it looks like I should just pitch a tent in the yard," Stone said, walking into the kitchen.  "Where's the man of the house?"
    "He went out to get some air," Ryan said.  Crossing his arms over his chest, Ryan blocked Stone from advancing further into the kitchen.
    "I think that I would like to talk to Ms. Irvine again"
    "Why?"  Drew stood next to Ryan.
    Stone smirked.  "This has gone further than any sexual assault and kidnapping case.  If the bomb--"
    "She