Jack In The Box

“Jack has been caught and they are bringing him back to the asylum.” The male Nurse Marvin told me on the phone.

“Jack? You mean Jackson Wolfe?” I asked.

“Yes. Him. There’s no other Jack in the same wing, remember?”

Oh god.

“When are they bringing him?”

“Tonight. The officials are not taking any chances this time. They are flying him through a chopper. Did you know our hospital has a Helipad? How cool is that?”

I couldn’t be bothered about a Helipad at the moment when I had more pressing matters to think about, starting with how the hell had they managed to find Jack? Unless, they found him because he wanted to be found. There was no way that Jack could ever surrender on his own accord, not when he believed that he was innocent.

Being caught only meant that he would be prosecuted, and most likely get hanged for his crimes.

Jack had to have a motive to come back. Or, I was thinking too much into this, and Jack could have let his guard down and walked into a trap which seemed as likely as me winning a lottery. My gut feeling was that Jack had got himself caught on purpose.

“Marvin, please call me when they bring him in.”

In the meantime, I arranged for an attorney, his name was James McIntyre. He wasn’t the best in the country, but I trusted him and he was Maddy’s recommendation. He had won many cases and there was no doubt in my mind that if push came to shove, I knew James wouldn’t rest until he had fought dirty by my side.

During afternoon, James met me in a cafe where we discussed about the case. I told him the truth, what had happened while I was with Jackson and when the truth spilled out I couldn’t omit the sex part. James didn’t seem happy about it, he said sleeping with Jack had complicated my side and proving me innocent would be more difficult in court.

“So whose side are you on?” He asked taking a large bite of his powdered donut, smearing all the white powder above his upper lip, making it seem like a white mustache.

I couldn’t hold it in and laughed.

“Remember something funny?” He asked, skeptical.

I waved a hand, I wasn’t going to tell him about the powdered mustache. “It’s nothing.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure whose side I’m really on. I lived with Jack for a few days, and he didn’t seem like the person that people make him to be. He is dangerous, I have no doubt about that but I don’t think he killed anyone. He was quite vulnerable when he told me about his mother’s death and I believe him, James. He cried in my arms that night and I’ve never seen Jack like that. If he really is a psychopath, he wouldn’t have any feelings.”

James continued to look at me, he was measuring his words. I knew it. The powdered mustache was kind of distracting. He said. “I’ve seen people like him all my life in this line of work, Riley. They tend to analyze people and strike when they see a weakness. From what I hear, Jack sounds manipulative. He could have faked those tears to have your attention. Psychopaths think we are foolish. They also think they are superior.”

“I’ve worked with patients that had anti-social personality disorder and Jack to me, doesn’t seem like any of those.” I pointed out.

“And that’s why he’s higher on the spectrum. High functioning psychopaths, the intelligent and educated ones. They can become who they want, Riley. CEO, doctors, lawyers and that’s why they deceive people easily.”

I sighed. What he said actually made sense, but I didn’t want to admit it.

“I have to go to the station and I’m already dreading it. Agent Flint won’t leave a stone upturned and he is hell-bent on putting me behind bars. He thinks I helped Jack escape last time, which is true but he also thinks the kidnapping is staged which is not true.”

“We have some alibi, Riley. You are in safe hands.” He said smiling. I took pity on him and wiped the powdered sugar off his lips.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

specifically told me that they would do their best to rile me up and make me furious, to see if I fumbled with words and

breathing fire. If

how many times you’re going to ask me that, Agent Knight, my answers are not

doing it on purpose to make

the information but this is all part of my job. You are the missing piece to this puzzle and only you can help us understand what is going on. If you confess to everything

been harassing my client here under the pretense of an interrogation. It’s been two hours and you

playing by his rules.” Flint interrupted

nothing but the truth until now. She went to the cabin that night under duress and what transpired after that wasn’t part of any plan. She’s

neither is she on ours. Makes no difference really. Tell me,

enough Agent! You’re straight up bullying my client now. I

of your time. Believe me. You’re not going to get any new information from me. I’ve been honest with you

me

James and back at me.

it.”

you understand

helped Jack, please prove it. Try and find the

“Riley.” James warned me.

looked away. “I promise you, Miss. Frazer, if you are involved in this in

Don’t hold back.” I

will contact you again, Miss. Frazer. And if you remember

turned to leave, when the agent called me out again. “A word of advice. You may feel like he’s a good person now, but once he’s got what

“Thanks for the warning.”

I walked out of the station, I threw up my breakfast. Just the thought of Jack playing mind games with me made

way he was talking to me?” I asked

with concern. “I’m pretty sure he

They don’t trust me. It’s clear as day. He thinks I’m in it because I’m obsessed with Jack because he’s a killer and

“Are you?”

gaped at him. “You’ve got to

are bringing Jack in

I nodded.

think he didn’t

didn’t, but I don’t even know anything anymore. I want to believe Jack isn’t lying to me.” I said. “I want to talk to him. I’m not

that was the

half of the night and mentally I wished Jack escaped again before they brought him back to

mentally and psychically by the officials in hopes of

I received a text

Jackson’s here.

a week since

the next day. The call last time hadn’t gone well so I wasn’t betting the meeting would be a great

wore a casual jeans and a top. Left my hair in natural waves because I knew he liked

on my body as I made my way inside the asylum. The receptionist

tasted the hospital coffee here, you’d realize your dog could make a better one. Only two other patients were in the room with their families. Some patients were so ill that they were shackled to the

and jeans. The panda stuffed toy was beside him. If you looked closely, Cody didn’t seem older much older than I was. He could be anywhere in his mid twenties to early thirties. I’d heard that Cody had a very severe accident when he was younger and since then he suffered

Cody saw me he smiled and pointed at me.

My heart squeezed.