Travis stared at the photo for several moments without saying a word, until Wes finally interrupted the silence by waving his hand in front of his face and saying, "Earth to Travis… talk to me. What are you thinking about? Please tell me that you're not planning on doing anything stupid or half cocked."
His partner made a move toward the door as he replied, "I'm going to see Jason."
"Mm, mm, no way," the blonde detective quickly responded in objection as he shook his head. "You can't do that. It's not a good idea."
"What do you mean it's not a good idea?" Travis asked. "We need to find out if Jason has some sort of involvement in Kyle's murder, don't we?"
Wes stared at his partner as he answered, "Yeah, I mean… Someone needs to talk to him, but it shouldn't be you. You may have been to visit him since he ended up in prison, but this is different."
Travis looked directly at his partner and said adamantly, "I'm going to talk with him, man. I don't care whether it's a good idea or not. He may be a killer, but he's also my brother. Besides, he won't talk to anybody, but me."
"All right, then I'm going with you," Wes replied just as stubbornly. "You don't have to do this alone."
"If you insist," Travis responded. "We'll go first thing in the morning. I'm too tired to get into this tonight and I doubt the warden there will allow us to see him now anyway."
The next morning…
After getting the proper clearance from the people in charge at the prison where Jason was currently a ward at, both Wes and Travis waited inside one of the penitentiary's interview rooms for the guards to bring Jason in. It didn't take long and as soon as he arrived, he smiled smugly at the two detectives, then sat down and chuckled.
He spoke up first saying coolly, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the brother who turned against me and the man who nearly killed me. What exactly is the special occasion?"
Travis was about to say something until Wes quickly cut him off as he said, "For the record, I wasn't trying to kill you when I shot you, although I can't say I wasn't tempted. I was only preventing you from hurting my partner."
"Let me guess, you two are buddy buddies again," Jason stated as he looked between his brother and his partner. "Travis told me all about how the two of you couldn't stand each other, but it looks to me like you've put aside all your differences. How's it working out for you?"
"We're not here to talk about us," Travis answered as they sat down as well. "I need to know if you know a man named Kyle Moore."
The criminal stared at his brother and replied, "I've never heard of him. Should I have?"
Travis felt his frustration rising as he responded, "That's funny, because my gut is telling me otherwise. You see, he knew you, or at least he knew of you."
"We found a picture of you speaking with two of your baby face buddies while on your bikes, as well as with someone else we don't know, yet," Wes continued as he put the photo down in front of Jason, whose expression changed as he looked at it. "Kyle had it in his possession. Now does the name ring a bell?"
"Before you think about lying to us again, we spoke with our captain this morning before coming here, in order to have him do a background check on Kyle, this unknown subject in this picture, and to see if there's any correlation between any of you," Travis said before Jason could speak. "If there's a connection, we will find it."
Travis' brother looked at them angrily as he answered, "I don't know him and as for this other guy, he was an old friend, long since dead. He's no one you need to concern yourselves with. I take it that this Kyle Moore you're interested in is dead. He is, isn't he?"
Wes ignored the question as he picked up the picture, placed it back in his coat pocket, then stood up and replied, "We'll see. I'm sure we'll be seeing you again soon. You know Jason, if you thought to help us out a little, and your cooperation helped us find the men we're looking for, that is if you're not involved, then it would most likely be beneficial to you. Maybe even knock a few years off your prison sentence or at the very least, get you better privileges around here."
"Thanks sharpshooter, but I'm good with the way things are," Jason responded coldly after standing up and moving to stand directly in front of Wes, then shoved him backward into the far wall. "I suggest you leave the visitations to just my brother."
"Hey!" Travis quickly shouted as he moved to stand between Wes and Jason to protect his partner. "Stop it, Jason. If I need to talk to you again, I'll come alone. We're leaving. I'll see you later."
After leaving the room, Wes spoke up again saying, "Prison certainly hasn't improved him at all. So much for rehabilitation. I always said it was a joke, for killers and rapists I mean, not necessarily for everyone."
Without looking at him, Travis answered, "I know what you mean."
"Look Travis, I don't know if Jason's involved, but you know that if he is, then there really isn't much more they can do to him, except maybe make his accommodations a little more uncomfortable," Wes said upon seeing the troubled look on his partner's face.
"Not necessarily," Travis replied as he finally looked at him. "If Jason really is responsible for having Kyle killed, they may change his deal already in place and upgrade him to the death penalty."
Wes responded, "Don't be such a pessimist. Let's just work the case and we'll worry about it if it comes to that. By the way, thanks for having my back in there."
Travis shrugged as he answered, "Hey, what was I supposed to do? Let you hit him back? He would have pummeled you into the ground before the guards could have gotten in there to pull him off you. He was state wrestling champ four years running back in high school. You wouldn't have stood a chance."
"Thanks, I appreciate the vote of confidence," Wes stated disdainfully.
"That's what I'm here for," Travis spoke again with a smile. "Let's get back. I need to find something to take my mind off all this. Maybe we'll get back in time to see Brady and Scott get humiliated for screwing up Kate's and Amy's investigation. What do you think?"