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"That Murphy guy threw her over his shoulder and hightailed it out the back," Cosmo says. "I think he was as tall as Raisa, and built like a brick outhouse. Mrs. Raynes was screaming. I thought it was panic at the fight, but it could have been in protest."
Detective Mendez nods. "Doesn't sound like the willing subject then. Well, lets find out what Raynes has to say about all this. Sergeant Mitchell, bring Mr. Raynes over," Mendez calls out across the restaurant.
Martin Raynes is escorted over by a pair of officers. He's still rubbing his throat and speaks horsely, but vehemently. "Thanks to your interference, my wife is probably dead."
"And thanks to you, over forty people have been injured, three teenagers are dead and there's a baby in critical condition at Mercy General. Anything that happens to your wife now is due to your own actions," Mendez shoots back. "Now, if you want to see your wife again, I suggest you tell us exactly what the hell you did, and why."
Mendez stares intently at Mr. Raynes. Even from your individual positions, it's an intimidating glare. Raynes breaks.
"My wife was taken from our home two days ago," he says rapidly, sweat on his brow. "I was told to bring fifty million dollars here, but I can't get that kind of money! My wife controls the finances! She always has. I don't handle money well, so I can only get a few million at a time. I knew it wasn't enough, and they threatened to kill her if I went to the police, so I did the only thing I could. I hired Split and his mercenary company to rescue her. What else was I supposed to do? My wife is my world! I have to get her back!" He breaks down in tears.
Detective Mendez makes some notes on his pad and sighs. "Alright, Mr. Raynes. Now it's up to the NYPD and EPIC to straighten out your mess."
"You... you can get my wife back?"
"Hopefully, with some luck. In the meantime," he says, nodding to the Sergeant. "Martin Raynes, you are under arrest for reckless endangerment resulting in death and injury, along with possible other charges."
"What? Arrest? No, I did it for my wife!" he wails.
"You have the right to remain silent," he starts. The sergeant leads Mr. Raynes away, finishing the rights as Raynes cries and pleads his innocence.
"Well," Mendez says. "That pretty much answers those questions, doesn't it? So, after that, do you think we need to bother with the bank manager, check his story at all, or do we enter into the annoying task of questioning Tan." From the tone of his voice, it sounds like Mr. Tan and he have a history.