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Author's Note: Okay, I know that it has been an insanely long time since I updated this story, but I just wanted everyone to know that I am still alive, I do still intend to finish this piece. I just sort of dropped off the edge of the world there for a little bit. Hopefully, this chapter doesn't disappoint you all who have waited SO patiently for my update. Let me know what you think! Thanks so much!!

Chapter Five: Flying

Lisa was unnerved by the sudden rush of warmth that flooded through her body at the sound of his laughter. It was a pleasant sound; one that somehow put her at ease when that was the last thing in the world that she should be feeling. She still didn't trust him, but what other choice did she have right now? Turn herself in? Go to prison for the rest of her life? She stared into his eyes for another moment before taking a deep breath.

"All right." She said.

"Good." Jackson said, turning off the car and pushing his door open, "Wait right there."

He disappeared from his seat, shutting the door behind him. A second later, Lisa heard him pop the back hatch and she watched the top of his head in the rearview mirror as he rifled around in the back of the vehicle. Not two minutes later, he appeared at her window. She opened her door and he held something out to her. She looked from the object in his hand to his face, back to the object, then up to his face again.

"You're joking, right?" she said.

Jackson felt himself smirk, "Not even a little."

He held in his hand a very long, very blonde wig. Then he pulled a small black hair tie from his pants pocket and offered that to her as well. The whole thing seemed laughable to Lisa, but Jackson wasn't laughing so she did as she was told. She secured her hair back with the tie then covered it with the wig as Jackson disappeared once again behind the car. To her surprise, it looked very realistic. She looked younger beneath all that blonde. With everything that had happened, all the trials and interviews and testimonies, the stress of it all had taken its toll on her; she didn't think that she would ever have a youthful appearance again, but looking at her reflection in the window of the Mercedes, she had to admit she looked almost like a teenager again. Well, maybe not a teenager but definitely in her mid-twenties. She smoothed the straight blonde locks down with the palms of her hands before making her way back to the back of the SUV where Jackson was still standing.

He continued to dig through a black duffle bag and Lisa leaned a shoulder against the side of the SUV. "What are you doing?"

"Finding these." He replied, straightening and handing her a small blue passport.

She flipped open the tiny booklet and was surprised to find a picture of herself with the same hairstyle as the wig she now wore. The name on the passport was Hilary Trent. She watched as Jackson checked his own passport before tucking it into the inner pocket of his jacket. He handed her a tasteful black purse, which she stared at blankly for a moment, just enough time for him to pry off the license plate of the Mercedes and put a different, out-of-state plate on it. He zipped up the duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder, then pulled a very large black rolling suitcase from the back and shut the hatch.

"This all seems very planned out." She said as he clicked the lock button on his keychain.

"I'm good at planning." Jackson said and began walking.

Lisa stood in place for a moment as though in a trance, then kicked herself out of it and trotted to catch up to him, matching his stride and pace once she was by his side. She opened the purse he had given her to find it stocked with normal everyday items. There was a wallet, more than likely complete with ID and credit cards in the same name as her passport, a bottle of her favorite perfume, a tube of lipstick, a couple of pens, basically the stuff she always carried with her. She had not known Jackson for very long, but something told her that he was probably never going to stop freaking her out. She tucked the passport into her purse and cast him a sideways glance. Everything was happening too fast for her to really get a grip on the situation. She still hadn't completely wrapped her mind around the fact that she was no longer with Jackson Rippner against her will, but of her own accord. She told herself that it was just to A) stay out of prison and B) find out what exactly it was that he was planning. She would not let herself admit, even to herself, that there was possibly more to it than that; that maybe somehow they had become linked to one another somewhere along their twisted journey together. She needed to get her mind away from the area of thinking. She needed to play the game. She needed to say something, anything.

"Hello," she said, "my name's Hilary Trent. What's yours?"

Jackson chuckled, a deep rugged masculine sound from the inside of his throat, "Hi, Hilary. I'm your husband, Andrew Trent, which reminds me…" He dug a hand into his pocket.

What he offered her was a small diamond solitaire ring that sparkled underneath the light of the parking garage. Lisa stopped walking and stared at the ring, her mouth dropping open slightly. There was a small sickening pang in her stomach. The man had thought of literally every detail…and that scared her just a little bit. Okay, a lot.

"I'm not wearing that." She spat.

Jackson stopped walking and turned to face her, still holding the small piece of jewelry. "Yes, you are." He stated. It was not a request. It was a fact. A command.

"I don't want to." Lisa said.

"Lisa," Jackson sighed, dropping his head for a moment, before looking back up and locking onto her eyes, "It's imperative that everything appear real. The details may not seem important to you, but believe me, they matter. I'm very good at my job, Lisa, and staying below the radar requires everything being in place. It has to look, feel, and smell completely legitimate or none of this is going to work. Now put the damn ring on."

His tone of voice chilled her down to her very core, but she stare stubbornly at him for a moment out of nothing more than pure defiance. Finally, she snatched the ring out of his hand and shoved it none-too-ceremoniously down onto her left hand ring finger. She then fell into step behind Jackson as he started to walk again.

"Hey, Jackson?" She said.

"Hmm?"

"Can I call my dad?"

Jackson stopped walking and looked at her, biting down on his bottom lip; a rather concise sign of his frustration.

"I just want him to know I'm okay." She said.

Jackson rubbed a big hand over his face and emptied the air out of his lungs. "You realize that his phone is most definitely tapped by now."

Lisa frowned and looked at her feet, "He's my dad."

"And right now, it's better for him if he can honestly say that he doesn't know what happened to you." Jackson replied, once again the epitome of logic and rationality.

"Well, when can I call him?" she asked, bringing her eyes up to meet his.

Jackson took another breath is through his nose and pursed his lips as he thought about it. She could not call her father. It was the fastest way imaginable to get them caught but he needed to tell Lisa something. He knew that this was not something that she would consider negotiable and until he has her somewhere safe where he can sit her down and take the time to explain everything to her, he needed a way to placate her. So, he went with, "I'll figure something out, okay? I promise."

Lisa nodded and once again they were on the move. He reached back and grabbed her hand as they walked in through the doors. Nobody even looked up at them. They were just another young couple on their way out of town; nothing suspicious at all. They got into the check-in line and Lisa got a queasy sensation in her stomach. Jackson draped his arm casually around her shoulders and she couldn't stop herself from flinching at the sudden contact. It was weird to have Jackson touching her, but he gave her a squeeze that told her to just play the part. She took a calming breath, collected herself, and leaned into him; just another doting wife.

"I can get you over here." A young male attendant with spiky black hair tinged purple at the tips said as he waved them over to his desk.

Jackson let go of Lisa and lifted the suitcase up onto the scale, dropping the duffle bag from his shoulder to the ground. He then began speaking to the young attendant. Lisa watched the interaction carefully and had to press her lips together to keep from laughing out loud. The young desk clerk was checking Jackson out up, down, and sideways.

"Okay," he said, flashing Jackson what Lisa guessed was his best smile, "I'll just need to see a picture ID from both of you."

"Will a passport work?" Jackson asked.

"Perfect." The young man said.

Lisa dug the passport that Jackson had given to her from the purse and handed it to the purple haired boy while Jackson fished his own from the breast pocket of his jacket. The boy nodded and handed Lisa back her passport and a boarding pass rather quickly. He took a little bit longer with Jackson's, switching back and forth between the photo in the booklet and the real thing standing in front of him. Something told Lisa that he was trying to commit both images to memory for himself for…later.

"Sorry that this is taking so long," the flustered you man said, "Our computers have been down all day so we have to do everything the old fashioned way."

"Oh, really." Jackson said, "That must make things more difficult."

"No kidding." The kid flirted, "Damn hackers and their viruses."

Lisa's eyes flittered to Jackson's handsome profile. Somehow, she had the feeling that the damn hacker…and possible the virus…was standing right in front of the poor kid.

"All right," The attendant finally said, "Here you go, Mr. Trent. You have a nice trip, okay."

Lisa watched the young man intentionally brush the tips of his fingers against Jackson's hand as he handed him the ticket.

"Thanks." Jackson said with a polite smile, then he reached over and took Lisa by the elbow and led her away from the check-in counter.

"Awe, he had a crush on you, Jackie." She cooed.

"Don't ever call me that again." He said.

She giggled to herself at his annoyance and looked down at the ticket that she now had in her hand to see exactly where it was that he was taking her. What the hell was in Montana?

Jackson emptied out his pockets and dumped his Rolex into one of the plastic treys, muttering under his breath as he stepped out of his Italian leather shoes and put them up on the conveyer belt to go through the scanner. He overheard a couple of security guards behind him talking about how they would like to give the blonde a full body search and flashed them a look over his shoulder. They straightened instantly, dropping their smiles and tearing their eyes away from Lisa's ass. After that, they got through the security checkpoint without a hitch and were soon on their way to their terminal.

"So, we are going to Montana because…" Lisa started, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

"Gorgeous state." Jackson said simply.

"Okay." Lisa replied, letting her disbelief in his answer come clearly through her voice.

Jackson fixed her with a pointed look, "The first thing that the FBI will check will be the flights out of the country. They won't even think about domestic flights until they have cleared all of those passenger lists. It'll buy us an extra week at the least and by then, we won't be in Montana anymore."

Lisa's brow drew together. She was even more confused now than when she had asked the question in the first place. She was just about to inquire further as to how that worked when Jackson's hip began to ring. He grabbed his cell phone and put it to his ear.

"What is it?" he asked.

Lisa watched his face as he rolled his eyes and groaned in what seemed to be a combination of frustration and annoyance. Jackson struck her as the type of guy who thought that he was smarter than everyone else, and he was probably right on most counts. He also didn't seem like the type to enjoy the company of those of lesser intelligence. She found herself wondering just how often he made the same face that he was making now as he spoke into the phone.

"No…we've already had this discussion…don't call me again." He said and pushed the 'end' button with his thumb before clipping the phone back onto the side of his belt.

Lisa had the feeling that even if she asked, he wouldn't tell her who it was that he had been talking to, so she didn't even bother. Not that she had any real desire to know who it was or what they were doing or planning together. That was probably one case that she would prefer to be left out in the dark on. They reached their gate and Lisa caught the smell of baking bread and her stomach let out a telling rumble.

"My thoughts exactly." Jackson said with the quirk of an eyebrow. Lisa blushed. He pulled the duffle bag from his shoulder and handed it to Lisa, "Go sit down. Mocha?"

Lisa nodded as she heaved the strap of the heavy duffle onto her own shoulder, "And a ba…"

"Bagel. Not toasted with light cream cheese." Jackson supplied.

"Yeah." She nodded again. She wasn't surprised that knew that, but that didn't mean that it freaked her out any less that he knew it. She shuffled over to the seats by their gate and sat down, placing the duffle bag in the seat next to her.

Jackson went to the back of the line at Starbucks and looked over to where Lisa was sitting. He had planned out everything about this little venture in vivid detail, and yet he didn't think that there was anything that could have prepared him for the feelings that it would actually arouse in him. He found himself loathing that blonde wig. He wanted to rip it from her head and watch her lovely auburn waves cascade down around her face from underneath it. It was okay though. Soon, he would have her secluded in Montana, all to himself, and she could lose the wig. Once he got her out to the country, she would be safe. At least, for a little while. It would buy him time though to come up with a more thorough plan. He just couldn't bring himself to let her go to prison; not when he had the means and the ability to help her. What was waiting for her in prison was not a lifetime behind bars, but a lot of sick people who would do damn near anything for perks as small as a carton of cigarettes…and sadly, the people that he had worked for knew just how to get in contact with them. The person ahead of him in the line moved and he stepped up to the cashier to place his order.

Lisa yawned into the palm of her hand and looked around the airport. She hated airports; understandably, but she really hated waiting in airports. She's rather have the whole experience over and done with as quickly as possible…like ripping off a band-aid. But, especially this time. This time, the whole situation just seemed surreal. Jackson appeared in front of her holding two cups of coffee and a white paper bag. He sat down and handed her one of the cups and then dug through the paper bag and gave her bagel to her. He pulled a muffin out for himself; lemon poppy seed. He saw out of the corner of his eye as Lisa took a bite of her bagel and then shook her head with a humorless chuckle.

"You okay, Leese?" he asked.

Another laugh that held nothing funny, "Oh, I'm great. I'm sitting in the middle of the airport wearing a blonde wig, on the run from the police, and having a cup of coffee and a bagel with the man who tortured me and threatened to kill my father. What could possibly be wrong?"

"I didn't threaten to kill your father. I threatened to have him killed. It's a subtle difference, but a difference nonetheless." Jackson replied.

She clenched her jaw and fought off the urge to throw her mocha in his face. Lord, what was she doing here? What was she doing with him? She had been asking herself that from the moment that he had thrown her into the back of that SUV and she still hadn't come up with an answer. At the same time, she still hadn't really tried to get away from him. So, maybe the real question she should be asking herself was, what exactly was she hoping to gain from this? Her freedom? Her life back? Maybe even, revenge? She wasn't sure, but Montana was a long flight away so she was certain that she would have time to figure it out.

Flight 1750 nonstop to Montana will now begin boarding first class and special assistance passengers at gate 27." A chipper voice came over the loud speaker.

"That's us, Leese." Jackson said, finishing off the last of his coffee and then tossing the empty cup into the trash. He lifted the duffle bag from the other side of Lisa and waited from her to get to her feet. She sat perfectly still, glaring up at him for his previous comment. "Let's go." He repeated, "You can sulk just as easily on the plane."

She stood up in one quick, jerky motion and began making her way to the boarding gate, giving Jackson a deathly glare from the corner of her eye. He muttered a curse at himself under his breath before falling into step behind her.

Lisa stalked onto the plane and took her first class seat, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. Jackson smiled at the flight attendant as he tucked the carryon into the overhead compartment. As he sat down in his seat beside Lisa, she angled her body away from him and the flight flashed him a sympathetic look.

"Lisa…" he whispered.

"I don't like you." She snapped without looking at him.

"That's your right. But, whether you believe it or not, I am trying to help you."

"Why?" Lisa asked, still facing away from him.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was trying to make amends?" Jackson asked.

"No."

Well, this is going well, Jackson thought bitterly, leaning his head back against his seat and closing his eyes. The rest of the passengers had begun to board the plane and Jackson felt himself wishing they would all hurry up so that they could be on their way. The sooner they were off the ground and in the sky, the better. He opened his eyes, snatched his phone and turned it off, casting a glance over at Lisa as he did so. She was still staring out the window.

"So," he said, shifting in his seat so that he was closer to her, "are you going to ignore me for the entire flight?"

"That's the plan." She said with a nod, not looking away from the window.

"I guess I should have bought you a magazine." Jackson said with a grin, hoping at least to get her to look at him. The ploy worked.

Lisa turned quickly to face him, her mouth drawn in a tight line, brow furrowed in anger. She was looking at him like she wanted to hit him. For a second there, he thought that she actually might do it. Instead, she shook her head, her face twisted in disgust, and then she looked away from him again. The way he was talking to her was beginning to piss her off. He was treating her like they were old friends who had gotten into an argument; not like a terrorist and his captive. That was what she needed. She needed him to be the handsome blue eyed monster from her nightmares so that she could hate him more easily. But no! He had to sit there and be all charming! Jackass!

The flight attendants went through their safety demonstration as the plane rumbled to life and began taxiing its way to the runway. Once they began their takeoff, Jackson saw Lisa grab her armrest and close her eyes. He leaned in toward her again.

"Just breathe." He whispered.

Lisa's eyes opened and she looked at him. He smiled and allowed himself a moment to back in the incredible striking green color of those eyes. Then, he shifted so that his upper body was turned toward her.

"Have you ever been to Montana before?" he asked.

"Once. When I was a kid." Lisa said.

"Did you like it?"

"I don't really remember a lot about it. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. I've only been once or twice myself. It is definitely a very scenic state. Lots of…horses."

Lisa looked at him, "What?"

The ride smoothed drastically as the plane leveled out after its ascent. Lisa felt her body relax a little, and then look at Jackson wide eyed and mouth open as she realized what he had done.

"You're pathetic." She said, but her words lacked conviction.

Jackson's only response was to grin that smug half smile that was undeniably charming. Lisa narrowed her eyes at him and his smile just broadened. It gave him a surge of pleasure to know that despite what she thought about him right now, he was still able to distract her from her fear of flying. Maybe he hadn't completely lost his touch with her after all. Better yet, maybe he still had some grounds to hope with Lisa.

Meanwhile…

Detective Paul watched the security tape for what had to be the hundredth time. He was certain that there was something he was missing. Agent techno weenie, Felix had managed to zoom in and enhance the image of Lisa's captor when he was turned toward the camera, but his face was partially obscured and hidden by his hair. They hadn't even been able to make out his profile clearly. He searched for anything that might give him a lead, a clue, an inkling. So far, all he had gotten was the memorized image of a man grabbing Lisa, after she put up one hell of a fight, many kudos to her for that, and then running off the screen. The camera hadn't even captured the blur of a vehicle leaving the parking lot.

Despite Detective Aberman's desire to keep the matter from going public, officers were now flashing Lisa's photograph around and it was being displayed every half hour on the local television networks so that anyone in the surrounding areas who had seen her and her unknown acquaintance could alert the proper authorities. So far, the only thing that had come up was a gas station attendant who had seen a young woman who may or may not have matched her description. He admitted that he hadn't really paid attention to the woman and from what that guy had been stuffing up his nose, Paul was surprised he had even thought about her at all.

Special Agents Marlowe and Jenkins were briefing a group of uniforms while Felix was on the opposite side of the station tinkering with his computer files. He had said something about the logic of deduction. Honestly, half of the time that kid opened his mouth, Paul had no idea what it was that he was saying. And the mighty McGall was in a meeting with the chief, the district attorney, and the mayor, no less. Apparently, finding Lisa had rated some pretty high input. Bureaucratic bullshit was probably the best term to describe what was going on in that meeting. How they were going to deal with the politics and media backlash of the situation and that kind of thing.

With a frustrated breath, Paul pushed up from the chair he was sitting at to get himself another cup of the coffee-like sludge that had been made over twelve hours ago. His brain was running on empty and he only had another ten minutes of peace before Aberman would wake up from his thirty minute military nap. He was convinced that Lisa was running, but Paul just couldn't bring himself to see that, and in a way that bothered him. As a cop, he should have been objective and willing to examine the situation from all possible aspects. Maybe he really had let himself get too close to this one.

He couldn't see Lisa escaping because he had convinced himself of her innocence. But, damn it, she wasn't a sociopath! And, she wasn't some simpering little girl who could be easily manipulated by a smooth talker! She was smart, she was resilient, and she was a good person. And now she was out there somewhere and he just knew that her life was in danger.

While…

Lisa blinked her eyes open, yawned, and discreetly wiped a bit of drool from her chin. She must have fallen asleep again. The sky outside was just beginning to turn light. How long had she been out? She looked over her shoulder and saw Jackson sound asleep beside her. His head rested on a pillow, a set of headphones covered his ears, and his face was completely relaxed. Lisa felt herself sigh as she looked at him. He had such handsome features, she found herself wanting to reach over and touch his cheek; to feel the roughness of his stubble beneath her fingertips.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and turned away from his sleeping form. She couldn't look at him anymore. There was already a thought creeping its way into the back of her mind, like a slug that would soon need to be squashed. She had almost let herself think that he really was a beautiful man. She could not let herself feel that way about someone like Jackson Rippner. She would not.

As the light grew outside, more of it spilled in through the window. Jackson groaned from somewhere in the back of his throat as the light disturbed his slumber. He cracked an eyelid, revealing the tiniest sliver of cerulean, just before he reached across Lisa and pulled the shade of her window down. He then settled back into his seat, determined to fall back asleep.

Lisa glared at him and reopened the shade. She didn't particularly want it open, but he hadn't even asked her if he could close it, now had he? And it was her shade. Jackson's eyes opened all the way this time, fixing her with a steely gaze. He reached over and closed the window shade. Lisa looked at him and without breaking eye contact, lifted the shade. Jackson sat up straight in his seat, jerked the headphones from his ears and tucked them back where he had gotten them. He smoothed his hands over his suit jacket and took a calming breath. Lisa grinned.

They were like two five year olds pulling each other's hair in Kindergarten. All they needed now was for the teacher, or in this case, the flight attendant, to come around and tell them that if they didn't behave she was going to be forced to put them into time out.

"Time to wake up, anyway." He said, his voice still groggy from sleep. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small bottle of Visine. He tilted his head back and squinted a few drops into each eye before looking back down, blinking madly and screwing the cap back onto the bottle.

"My head is starting to itch." Lisa said, the comment coming from out of nowhere.

Jackson chuckled as he tucked his eye drops back into his pocket. "I'm sure we'll be there soon." He said.

Sure enough, it wasn't five minutes later that the captain came over the speaker to inform them that they had begun their general descent to the airport runway and should be landing within the next twenty to thirty minutes.

"So," Lisa said, "what are we going to do in Montana?"

"Find somewhere to take a shower." Jackson said simply, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

Lisa certainly wasn't going to argue with that logic. She was sure that she still had some mud caked on her somewhere from their little romp through that damned field. However, she wasn't going to let him out of answering the question that easily.

"I'm serious." She said.

"So am I."

Jackson looked away from her questioning gaze. What exactly did she want him to say? He decided that the best course of action was to simply…say nothing. Admit nothing. Be held responsible for nothing. He didn't want to say too much at this point, still uncertain as to how she would take it. He didn't want to risk having her react in some unpredictable fashion until he was fully prepared to deal with her, whatever happened. It would be better to let her believe that he had some sinister scheme up his sleeve rather than to tell her that he couldn't let her go to jail and be murdered…probably not quietly, not in her sleep, and definitely brutally. She was his and if anyone was going to cause physical damage to her pretty little body, it was going to be him.

"Why won't you just tell me what you have planned?" Lisa said.

Jackson turned to meet her stare, his blue eyes sparkling, his smile cocky and dripping with an arrogance that no one but he could pull off. He made confidence look easy; he made conceit look appealing. Something about his air and the way he held himself when he was being an egotistical prick that made him so sexy, Lisa wondered how he could stand himself. With that air definitely working in his favor, he said, "What fun would that be?"

Lisa felt her breathing shorten as he looked at her with his eyes shining in such a way. She felt herself imagining how easy it must be for him to drive women insane with no more that a look from those eyes. Somehow, ideas began to wander into parts of her mind that had been all but forgotten. Her cheeks began to flush and the air of the room became all of the sudden hot and pressing. Jackson was still looking at her and she was paralyzed with abrupt fear. He was staring at her as though he could see inside of her; all the way into her very soul. What if he was looking at her right now and he knew what thoughts were going through her mind?

She blinked rapidly several times and turned her face away from him, praying that she had not started to blush. She touched a hand to her cheek to find the skin warm, but maybe her hands were just cold. Just to be on the safe side, she allowed the long blonde locks of the wig to fall in front of her face in hopes that it would hide her embarrassment.

The plane landed with a slight jolt and Lisa was bounced back into reality. She was now, officially on the opposite side of the country with a man who was handsome, charming, and a terrorist. When the plane came to a stop, Jackson rose quickly and stretched his arms a little before pulling the duffle bag down from the overhead. He waited for Lisa to step out in the aisle ahead of him and once she did, she was overcome with the eerie memory of that red eye flight from no more than a month ago. His hand once again found the small of her back, and she shuddered at the touch.

Soon enough, they were off the plane and standing idly at the baggage claim. Jackson snatched the bag up off the rotating belt and motioned from her to follow him with a jerk of his head. He had a car outside waiting for them and again, like much of his life, the sooner he was on the move, the more comfortable he would be.

Back in Florida…

"We have a lead!" Jenkins bellowed as she came prancing into headquarters, waving for everyone to come into the computer room with her.

Paul was on his feet in less that a second, and within the next thirty, he was piling into the tech room with the rest of the team where Felix and Jenkins were waiting for them. He took the empty seat beside Felix.

"What have you got for us?" McGall asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wall in a pose of power.

"We got a call from a worker at Samson Dae Airport who claims that she saw a young woman who resembled our photograph. We got the security tape. Felix enhanced it from there." Jenkins said, laying a delicate hand on Felix's shoulder. The poor kid looked like he would burst if she touched him again.

He cued up the tape. Paul watched intently as a blonde woman appeared on the screen. Felix closed in on the image. It was Lisa standing in line with a young man, who had his back to the camera. They went to the check-in kiosk.

"The only shit part," Jenkins continued, "the airport has been having a problem with hackers sending viruses in through the computers. The time on the camera is all messed up and unclear so we basically have no idea how long ago this footage was taken."

"What does the witness say?" Paul asked.

"She can't remember an exact time…but she says it was definitely between 3pm and 7:30." Jenkins responded.

"That's a hell of a gap there." Paul commented.

"She couldn't give me anymore. She's been on for thirty-six hours without sleep. I couldn't push her too hard."

"Zoom in on the guy, Felix." Paul said.

Felix did as he was told. The man onscreen had the same build as the man who had grabbed Lisa. He kept his head tilted downward, away from the camera.

"Come on, asshole," Paul said to the screen, "look up. Let us get a look at you."

The man nodded and turned away without so much as an upward glance. He took hold of Lisa and walked out of the frame.

"Doesn't really look like she was there against her will, does it?" Aberman muttered from the back of the room.

McGall spoke before Paul could snap at his partner, "We need to know who this guy is that she's with."

"Do we know where they're going?" Paul asked.

Author's Note: Well, that's all for now guys. I promise that updates won't take so long next time. Please, please, please, let me know what you think. Thanks!!