“Late, Drew.” Pollock said, tapping on his watch.

“I went to the hospital.” She informed him and Collin, as she sat at her desk.

“How are they?” Collin asked, sitting in the chair in front of her desk.

“Antonio was asleep and Nicole was masking her worry for Jess.” She replied, looking through the drawers in her desk.

Did you talk about the case?” asked Pollock.

She stopped and looked at him. “No, her focus was on Maya and the phone call I got from April’s school.”

“What she do now?” Collin asked, remembering Sara telling him that April always got into trouble.

“Punched some kid that hit on her.” She laughed. “I should reward her for that one.” They all laughed, then started talking about the case. “So, the call made to my house came from the cell phone of Manuel Vega and the call here came from the cell phone of Jacob Resting.”

“You have addresses?” Pollock asked. She didn’t answer him. She was on her computer trying to figure that one out. “Agent?” He was starting to get impatient.

“Printing.” She answered, looking at the printer. She grabbed the paper from the printer and handed it to Pollock.

“Okay, rough them up if you have to.” Pollock said.

As they stood up, Sara’s office phone rang. Collin turned on the tracer. “Keep him on for a minute to get an exact location.”

“Drew.” She answered the phone.

I guess a congrates is in order.” Statley laughed. “I heard you found two of the three agents. Now, this question is, can you find number three before it’s too late?”

She heard more laughing. She thought she was going to go nuts if she had to keep listening to it. “I know this is a waste to ask, but where is she.”

“Hiding.” He said, taunting, almost singing. He hung up.

She slammed the phone down. “Damn it, that wasn’t long enough. It’s all a game to him.”

Collin motioned for her to come over. She walked around her desk over to him. He pointed at the screen on his laptop. “He’s in this area.”

“Zoom in.” she said. He zoomed in and saw several different buildings. Now, they just needed to figure out which one. “Wait.” Sara pointed at the screen. “The building on Brooks is abandoned. It has been for a couple years.”

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“Go!” Pollock motioned for everyone to move in. S.W.A.T. knocked down the locked side door and they went in.

“F.B.I.” everyone, except Collin yelled.

Like last night, everyone split up. They entered each room and found no one so far. Collin entered a room slowly. He checked the room until he found a note taped to the wall. He ripped it off and read it:

Very good, Agents. You’re so smart. But you know what? We’re smarter. She’s not here. Time is limited!

“Sara! Pollock!” Collin ran from the room and met Sara and Pollock halfway down the hallway. “She’s not here, nobody is.” He handed Sara the note.

“They’re playing us. There’s a surprise.” She said, sarcastically, after reading the note.

“Where is she?” someone asked from behind. They turned around and Nicole and Antonio were walking towards them. “Where is she?” Nicole asked again.

“Scott, Cortes, why are you here?” Pollock asked, but already knew the answer.

“I think we all know the answer to that one.” She answered.

“We can’t just sit around and do nothing. Not knowing Jess is in trouble.” Antonio spoke up.

“You just got out of the hospital.” Pollock argued.

“Don’t make us sit this one out.” Nicole begged.

Pollock knew arguing with them would be pointless. They would find away to help Jess no matter what he said. “Fine, Scott, go with Drew, and Cortes go back to headquarters. McNeil, come with me.”

They split up. Nicole and Sara headed to Sara’s car. “Where are we going?” Nicole asked, getting in the passenger side of the car.

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“Manuel Vega, F.B.I., open up!” Nicole banged on Vega’s apartment door. They waited a few seconds and no one came to the door. Nicole turned the knob and it was unlocked. They drew their weapons and went in.

Nicole was checking the two bedrooms and the bathroom. Sara was looking through the living room, kitchen and living room closet. She opened the closet door and there was a coat and nothing else. “He doesn’t keep much in the closet.”

“Sara, get in here!” Nicole said, quickly. Sara quickly ran into one of the bedrooms. She ran into a terrible smell. There was a man. He was lying on the bed and appeared to have been shot. Nicole felt for a pulse and found none. “Meet Manuel Vega, he’s dead.”

“I’m no coroner, but I’d say he’s been dead a couple weeks.” Sara stated.

“Guess he’s off the accomplice list.” Nicole said, looking down at the floor.