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Nov. 6th, 2019 03:55 pmJohn has been looking for Patrick Brady for the past six hours.
The call had come in then, Carolyn Brady begging for an ambulance, sobbing through a raw and ragged throat. John hadn't needed to see her to know Patrick Brady had nearly choked his wife to death tonight, and while she's still alive now, he knows it's time to move. For months now, he's been trying to do this the right way, he's been trying to get Carolyn to leave, to press charges, to ask for a protection order, but she's been resisting the entire way through. John understands. He knows it isn't easy for a woman to leave a situation like the one she's in, especially with a child in the picture, but he's been trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
He's been trying to do things the right way.
That ended the second he heard that call. John trusts the first responders to help Carolyn and her daughter, and he goes out on the hunt, pausing only long enough to collect the weapons he needs and to text both Karen and Root on his secure cell phone. He wants them to know where he is, what he's doing.
Three years ago, he wouldn't have been the sort to check in, but Darrow has changed a lot of things for John Reese.
He's been tracking Brady this entire time and he only now has a trail. He's kept in touch with both Karen and Root, knowing he might need either of them at a moment's notice, knowing they can do things he can't. Kara would have called him an idiot for relying on others, she would have called it a weakness, but John knows better now.
And as he carefully and quietly approaches the loading dock where he'd finally seen Brady disappear into just five minutes earlier, he pauses and takes in his surroundings. Waiting for one or both of the women he knows best.
The call had come in then, Carolyn Brady begging for an ambulance, sobbing through a raw and ragged throat. John hadn't needed to see her to know Patrick Brady had nearly choked his wife to death tonight, and while she's still alive now, he knows it's time to move. For months now, he's been trying to do this the right way, he's been trying to get Carolyn to leave, to press charges, to ask for a protection order, but she's been resisting the entire way through. John understands. He knows it isn't easy for a woman to leave a situation like the one she's in, especially with a child in the picture, but he's been trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
He's been trying to do things the right way.
That ended the second he heard that call. John trusts the first responders to help Carolyn and her daughter, and he goes out on the hunt, pausing only long enough to collect the weapons he needs and to text both Karen and Root on his secure cell phone. He wants them to know where he is, what he's doing.
Three years ago, he wouldn't have been the sort to check in, but Darrow has changed a lot of things for John Reese.
He's been tracking Brady this entire time and he only now has a trail. He's kept in touch with both Karen and Root, knowing he might need either of them at a moment's notice, knowing they can do things he can't. Kara would have called him an idiot for relying on others, she would have called it a weakness, but John knows better now.
And as he carefully and quietly approaches the loading dock where he'd finally seen Brady disappear into just five minutes earlier, he pauses and takes in his surroundings. Waiting for one or both of the women he knows best.
