January 08 --- Tattle Tale

Holiday: Show and Tell Day

"Who woulda done somethin like that?"

"I don't know, Sergeant, but when I find out, they're going to wish they'd never been born."

"I don't get it, Hannibal. Sure, Murdock was a little off the wall, but...man!" BA bowed his head, rubbing his knuckles on his forehead. "What are we gonna do?"

"Not much we can do from in here, BA. If Murdock hadn't listed me as his next-of-kin, we wouldn't even know he'd been locked up. Hell, even so he's been in that loony-bin for almost a month now!"

"Well, he was getting pretty wild there at the end, Colonel," Face spoke from the next cell.

"Yeah, but not that wild, Face. Certainly not enough to get locked up. No, whoever did this had to have a grudge against him. What I can't understand is why those damn doctors didn't realize he wasn't crazy right from the start. They can't be that stupid."

"I suppose it takes time for them to go through all those tests. They have to cover their butts." Face rested the back of his head against the wall and closed his eyes. "Once they get through all that crap, they'll know the truth."

"Yeah, well, they're taking their own sweet time about it." BA started pacing his cell.

"I told Lynch I wanted to talk to the doctors. He wasn't happy about it, but with that next-of-kin thing, he has to. Then we'll know what the hell is going on out there."

Face kept his eyes shut, thinking about Murdock. The things he'd said in the cockpit on the way to the bank job. The things he'd been saying for almost two weeks before that. The things he'd said to Face, and only to Face. He sighed, as BA continued to pace, and Hannibal continued to threaten whoever had turned in their pilot.

They would never know...