Previously on Cold Case…
“I wanna see what you got.” Cavanaugh said. “Could mean a job for you.”
“A job?” Lilly asked.
Cavanaugh nodded. “Federal Cold Case Unit.”
***
“Jimmy Mota,” Pierson said. “He’s the piece of garbage that attacked your mother.”
“What about him?” Scotty asked, frowning as they walked.
“Took a deal, three to five, sent him to Graterford.”
Scotty looked at Pierson. “You gotta be kidding me!”
Pierson shook his head. “Could be out in eighteen months on good behavior.”
“There’s a new fish on your block, likes to sing.” Scotty said, quietly.
Hector looked at Scotty. “Sound to me like you want someone to catch a cold.”
“It’s goin’ around.”
Hector looked down in thought for a moment. “Suppose… suppose this fish gets made out to be a snitch in the yard.”
Scotty shrugged. “Then he’s everybody’s problem.”
“Yo, Mota.” Scotty said with a smile as he approached Mota in the yard. Mota turned around and just recognized Scotty as Scotty put his arm around the felon. “What’s happenin’, bro?”
“Tag, you’re it, bitch.” Scotty said, quietly into his ear. “That’s for my moms.”
In the prison showers, Mota lay in a pool of his own blood.
***
“You left your gun at home” Stillman said.
“No.” Doherty said weakly.
“Car was in the badlands,” Stillman continued, ” I know all about your boy Matt’s struggle with drugs.”
“I wanted to believe him” Doherty said.
“But you knew enough when you heard about that shooting to make that plate match go away.” Jeffries said with a glare.
“Knew Matty was involved.” Stillman said solemnly.
“No.”
“Buried that witness report!” Jeffries said. “What kind of cop does that?”
***
“We’re family!” Celeste said, looking at Lilly from across the dinner table. “Full stop. That means birthdays, holidays, hospital visits, God forbid, funerals, the whole thing. Whether you like it or not, Lilly Rush, you are tied to us for good. Are we clear?”
“Okay.” Lilly said, while a smile started to form on her face, much like the ones on Paul and Finn.
***
“I’m looking to move,” Christina said. “Somewhere more permanent, near family.”
“I mean honestly, every time you come around, it’s like a hurricane hit down.” Lilly said.
Christina spun around as Cliff kicked the motel door open and slapped her.
“I thought if I just left her with a friend, and came home, I could get it together.” Christina said, struggling to breathe.
“Left… left who?” Lilly asked.
“Then I could come and get her.”
Following the sound of the cries, Lilly’s eyes widened at the sight of the baby in the laundry basket.
Christina sleeping on one of Lilly’s shoulders, the baby on the other, Lilly looked at Scotty from the back seat of the car as they made their way back to Philly…
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