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Morgan hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to determine the best course of action. She knew she couldn't leave him there to starve, but touching this monster made her skin crawl. Still, she had a job to do.
"Explain yourself," Morgan demanded, her frustration mounting as she glared at Amos. "What do you mean people usually help you? Who are they?"
Amos didn't respond, his gaze drifting to a corner of the room as though lost in thought. His disinterest only served to fuel Morgan's anger. "I know about Mary Jenkins," she spat. "What do you know? What did you do to Mary?"
At the mention of the name, Amos's eyes snapped back to hers, and she saw a flicker of recognition in their depths. "Mary?" he murmured. "Sure, I remember her…”
"Mary is dead," Morgan said, her voice cold and unforgiving. She watched him closely, trying to gauge his reaction. "And I suspect you already knew that."
"Dead?" Amos repeated, his thin lips curling into a cruel smile. "Well, if she's dead, she had it coming. The crazy old bat."
"Enough!" Morgan barked, her patience at its end. "Stand up and come with me. Now."
A chilling laugh echoed through the room as Amos pushed himself away from the desk. Morgan's eyes widened in shock as she noticed, for the first time, the wheelchair he was seated in. His legs were twisted and disfigured—it was very obvious that he couldn’t walk.
"Someone did this to me years ago," Amos said, his voice dripping with bitterness. "The husband of a patient I performed jaw surgery on. Quite ironic, don't you think? I had tried to help... only to be punished for it."
Morgan's mind raced as she tried to reconcile the man before her with the gruesome crime scene she had encountered. He was creepy, obsessed with teeth – but with his disability, would he even be capable of such a heinous act? There was no way Amos could have murdered Mary Jenkins or maneuvered her body without assistance. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.
"Agent Cross," Amos spoke up, sensing her internal struggle. "You seem...conflicted."
"Of course I am!" Morgan snarled, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I need to know the truth about Mary's death. I thought you might be the key, but now..." She trailed off, unable to find the words to express her doubt and frustration.
Amos studied her face closely, his icy blue eyes boring into hers. "The world is full of unexpected surprises, isn't it?" he mused, his voice cold and distant. "Whoever killed Mary, they must have had their reasons."
"Reasons?" Morgan spat, her anger flaring. "There is no reason good enough to justify what was done to her!"
"Perhaps not," Amos conceded, fixing her with an unsettling grin. "But then again, perhaps there's more to this story than meets the eye."
"Enough of your riddles," Morgan growled, clenching her fists. "Do you know who did it? Who targeted her? Was it Skipper?"
Amos shrugged his shoulders, a wicked glint in his eye. "I wouldn't know, Agent Cross," he said, his voice now taunting. "But if you really want to solve Mary's murder, you'll have to dig deeper."
Morgan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. She had a feeling that Amos was holding back on her, but she couldn't be certain how much he knew. She decided to play her cards close to her chest for now.
"You're coming with me," she repeated, her voice low and menacing. "We'll be taking you in for questioning."
"And what if I don't want to go?" Amos challenged, a twisted smirk tugging at his lips.
Morgan raised her gun, her eyes flashing with anger. "Then I'll make you," she snarled.
Amos merely laughed, his expression twisted with mirth. "Oh, Agent Cross," he said, his voice now dripping with derision. "You really have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?"
Morgan's grip tightened on the gun as she advanced on him. She was going to get answers, one way or another. She was determined to find out who had killed Mary Jenkins, and if Amos was involved, she would make him pay.
"It doesn't matter," Morgan said. "I'm taking you in."
"By all means," Amos replied calmly. "But do remember, Agent Cross, that every action has consequences. Even for people like us."
"Mary Jenkins was murdered," Morgan said, her voice steady despite the sick feeling in her stomach as she looked at Amos's unsettling grin. "Her teeth were removed and stuck back into her mouth. Do you know anything about that?"
Amos furrowed his brow for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm not sure who would do such a thing," he replied, his eyes distant. "She was an abrasive woman, highly erratic at times. But she had such nice teeth, all natural even in her old age… I remember that.”
Morgan clenched her jaw, studying Amos's gaunt face and lifeless eyes. She needed to get out of this room, away from his unnerving presence.
She needed backup.
"Stay here," she ordered, turning on her heel and striding out of the room. The air felt heavy, oppressive as she made her way downstairs, Skunk's whines echoing in her ears.
