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Looking up from his desk, Nash snagged Evan as he walked past. "Evan, did you go see Harvey last
"Yeah, but he slept the whole time. At least, he slept in between the nurses waking him up to do
stuff. I don't think a hospital is all that great for getting a good night's sleep. He's probably already
planning his escape."
Chuckling, Nash shook his head. "Well, he better not be. You going to pick him up tonight?"
Walking over to his own desk, Evan nodded. "Yeah. He's supposed to be discharged about 8:00.
Has anyone spotted Winwood, yet?"
Sighing, Nash rocked back in his chair. "Not yet, but we'll catch him. Joe's out at the airport right
now, helping to keep an eye out for him. Harv said that Winwood mentioned a morning flight, so we
should be hearing something soon."
Evan shot his boss a puzzled look as he rifled through the papers on his desk. "Where's Michelle?
She still taking care of her mother?"
"No, we got a tip that one of the drivers was staying at a motel by the airport, so she went to go pick
him up. Ronnie went with her."
"Who's pulling surveillance on the Harris case then?"
Nash rubbed a hand through his hair and frowned. "Auto Theft is still covering for us. I'd rather have
our own people on it, though. I hate owing favors." The ringing of Nash's phone interrupted their
conversation. "SIU, Captain Bridges. Okay, well bring him in. Good job, Michelle."
Evan looked up from his paperwork at the mention of Michelle's name. "She get him?"
"Yeah, they got the driver and they're bringing him in. The idiot actually had the money on him.
Sometimes these bozos just make the job a little easier."
When Michelle and Ronnie returned, the driver was yelling at the top of his lungs about civil
violations. He shut up pretty quickly when Nash threatened to have Ronnie toss him overboard. One
look at the big, brooding cop was enough to convince the driver that he was safer if he kept his mouth
Nash and Michelle took the sullen driver to interrogation, but he was taking the order to shut up pretty
seriously. He steadfastly refused to say anything without a lawyer. They tossed him in lockup with the
other drivers, caught the day before.
As the hours ticked past, Nash grew more and more frustrated. They should have found Winwood
by now, if the man had a morning flight...even if that flight had been delayed. It was already past
1pm. He grabbed his phone and punched in Joe's number.
"Joe, where the hell is Winwood?"
"That's the question of the day, Nashman. He hasn't slipped by us, that's for sure. I think maybe he
got tipped off or something. He isn't gonna show, man."
"Alright, leave the unies on it and come on in. You're probably right; he got tipped off, somehow.
Well, he isn't gonna get far, bubba. We've got his credit cards and accounts tagged. He tries to
access any of them, and we'll know about it. The bus and train stations are being watched. My guess
is, he's gonna try to hole up somewhere and wait us out. Our next move is to find out where."
"Be back in a flash, Nashman."
Staring at the phone after hanging up, Nash rubbed his brow thoughtfully. "Evan!"
"Find out what phone Jack Duncan used to make his call yesterday, then pull up the records for that
number from that day. I'm willing to bet that he didn't call his lawyer, but made his call to David
Nodding his head, Evan jumped up from his desk. "I'm on it, boss. That would certainly explain why
we haven't caught Winwood, yet."
It didn't take him long to run the numbers. Evan walked over to Nash with a frown, tapping a small
piece of paper against his chin. He tossed the paper on the desk in disgust.
"Hey boss, I ran the numbers from the phone Duncan used. He made one call to David Winwood'[s
cell phone. He tipped him off."
"Well, we'll just add obstruction of justice to our list of charges against Mr. Duncan."
Nash rested his chin in his hand, elbow on his desk. He thought for a moment and smiled at Evan.
"Alright, take Winwood's cell number and get a list of calls made in the last two or three days.
Somebody's gotta know where he's hiding."
"I'm on it, boss."
While he spent the afternoon working on the phone numbers, Joe had come in and gone back out with
Michelle, looking for the remaining drivers.
It seemed to Evan that Winwood had made hundreds of calls the last three days. It took most of the
day to check them, and by the time he had to leave to pick up Harvey...he still had 12 numbers to go.
As Evan slipped into his tan jacket, Michelle and Joe walked in with the last armored car driver. They
hustled him toward interrogation, the man protesting his innocence.
Looking at his watch as he stood to follow Joe and Michelle, Nash smiled at Evan. "You going to
pick up Harvey?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way now. You want me to come back after I drop him off?"
"No, just take Harv home, make sure heâ€™s okay and go home. Iâ€™ll see you in the morning.
Bright and early to finish up those numbers.â€�
â€œWill do. Thanks Nash.â€�
Nash waved off the thanks, and Evan grabbed his keys off his desk. â€œSee you in the morning,
The wind blowing through his hair as he sped down the San Francisco streets, Evan felt the tension of
the day slipping away. The long days were catching up to him. He couldnâ€™t wait until Harvey
was back at work. Not only would it lighten the load a little for the others, but alsoâ€¦Evan missed his
partner. He laughed. Harv had only been out a day, and already was missed. It was weird, really.
Evan had two brothers and a sister, but Harvey was, in a strange sort of way, closer to him that his
own family. Maybe because Harv took him as he was. No history or expectations got in the way.
Evan didnâ€™t feel like he had to prove anything to his easy-going partner. Yep, it would definitely
be good to have him back.
He found a parking space reasonably close to the hospital entrance and pulled in. As he walked to
the front entrance, his steps were considerably lighter. It had been a long, stressful week, but things
were looking up. They were getting closer to Winwood, Harvey was better and going home, and they
should be able to wrap up the Harris case as soon as their prey finally showed up.
The sight that greeted him when he entered Harveyâ€™s hospital room made him burst into laughter.
Harvey was pacing the floor, glaring at his watch.
â€œGeez, Harv, Iâ€™m only two minutes late. You in some kind of hurry or something?â€�
Shooting his partner and best friend a withering look, Harvey snatched his discharge papers off the
bed and grabbed the duffle bag Evan had brought the night before. â€œEvan, a hospital is the last
place you want to be if what you really need is a peaceful nightâ€™s sleep. I wonâ€™t even mention
the food. I just want to go home, crawl into my own bed, and sleep for the next year or so.â€�
Evan shuffled his feet and rubbed a finger against his nose. â€œWell, Rip Van Winkle, Iâ€™m afraid
youâ€™ll have to post-pone that. Nash needs you to come to the SIU tomorrow for a line-up. We
got all the drivers, but we need you to identify them. Itâ€™s standard, Harv, you know that.â€�
Sighing, Harvey nodded his agreement. â€œYeah, yeah, I know. Tell him to call me when he wants
me in. Justâ€¦tell him not too early, okay?â€�
On the drive to Harveyâ€™s house, Evan filled his partner in on what was happening at the SIU. â
€œSo, tomorrow weâ€™ll do the line-up and get the drivers transferred out. Weâ€™re still looking
for Winwood. We should have a place to start looking tomorrow when I finish checking out those
numbers from his cell phone. I donâ€™t know what weâ€™ll do if we need the surveillance van,
though. Itâ€™s still out at the apartment building waiting for Pete Harris to show up. Auto is
covering that for us, but Nash doesnâ€™t like it. I donâ€™t blame him. Itâ€™s our case first of all,
and besidesâ€¦now Nash owes Rodriguez a favor.â€�
Leaning his head against the window, Harvey just shrugged. â€œIf you need another surveillance
truck, just get the backup and dig up some extra equipment. Thereâ€™s plenty of computers and
stuff for it lying around the SIU, if you look for it. Thereâ€™s a bunch of stuff we confiscated from
JoJo sitting in the evidence locker. Just sign it out.â€� Closing his eyes, Harvey drifted off to sleep.
Glancing at his partner out of the corner of his eye, Evan smiled. If they ended up having to throw
together an extra surveillance vehicle, he knew good and well what person was going to have to come
in and put the electronic equipment in. If they actually wanted it to work, that is.
Parking his truck behind his partnerâ€™s Ranchero, Evan leaned over and nudged Harveyâ€™s
shoulder. â€œRise and shine, Harv, weâ€™re here.â€�
Sitting up with a start, Harvey rubbed a hand across his face, stifling a wide yawn. â€œThank
goodness. If anyone wakes me up tonight, I swear Iâ€™ll shoot them.â€�
Evan chuckled and raised an eyebrow. â€œWell, maybe I should take your gun. Wouldnâ€™t want
to be responsible for a homicide.â€�
â€œHa, ha, ha. Very funny, Ev.â€� Fishing around in his pockets as the two walked up the front
steps, Harvey finally managed to find his keys. Slipping the key in the lock, he turned and frowned at
Evan. â€œYou can leave now, you know. Iâ€™m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.â€�
â€œYeah, right. Then how come you landed yourself in the hospital, huh?â€� As soon as the words
left his mouth, Evan winced inwardly. He knew good and well that Harvey wouldnâ€™t have gotten
quite so ill if he hadnâ€™t had to work so many hours the last week. He saw a look of utter disbelief
on his partnerâ€™s face, and when Harvey took a deep breath to give Evan a piece of his mind, Evan
held up his hand. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Harv. I didnâ€™t mean that. Didnâ€™t think before I opened
my big mouth. Listen, Iâ€™ll see you tomorrow. Iâ€™ll tell Nash to give you a call to let you know
when to come in for the line-up.â€�
Shaking his head as Evan beat a hasty retreat, Harvey unlocked the door and stepped inside. Shutting
the door quietly, he flipped on the entry light and smiled. Man, it feels good to be home. It felt even
better, twenty minutes later, when he crawled into his own bed for a good nightâ€™s sleep for the
first time in too many days. He was so tired that the act of falling asleep was like a beautiful dream.
When Evan arrived back at the SIU the next morning, he was surprised to see that heâ€™d even
beaten Nash to work. After fixing a cup of coffee, he got started on the rest of the numbers from
Winwoodâ€™s cell phone. The others trickled in, but Evan still had come up empty. He had a
several numbers to go.
Joe and Michelle went to interrogation to try to get something out of the drivers again, but they held
out little hope of getting anyone to talk.
Checking the time, Nash glanced over at Evan. â€œDid Harvey get home alright last night?â€�
â€œYeah, Nashman, no problems.â€�
It was almost 11am, so Harvey should have gotten plenty of sleep by now. Picking up the phone,
Nash punched in the familiar number. He let it ring five times and was about to hang up, when a
sleepy voice finally answered.
â€œHey Harvey, sorry to wake you. I figured youâ€™d be up by now. Listen, I need you to come
in for that line-up so we can get these guys processed and transferred.â€�
â€œSure Nash. Iâ€™ll be there in about an hour. Okay?â€�
â€œThanks Harv, weâ€™ll have â€˜em ready for you. â€˜Bye.â€� Catching Evanâ€™s eye, Nash
waved him over. â€œEvan, Harvey will be here in about an hour for the line-up, so weâ€™ll need
the wagon to come get these guys later. Also, I just got a call that two of our guys are returning to
work and will take over the Harris surveillance at noon, so you and Michelle donâ€™t have to do that.
â€œThatâ€™s good, because Iâ€™ve got a few leads with these cell phone numbers. Iâ€™m going
to go check them out and see if anything turns up.â€�
â€œTake Michelle with you.â€�
â€œSure, boss.â€� Evan walked off to find Michelle, not sure how he felt about teaming with her.
Theyâ€™d gotten off on the wrong foot when she first joined their unit, and Evan hadnâ€™t really
been too sure how he should act. It wasnâ€™t that he didnâ€™t like her. She just came across kind
of strong and totally different from Harvey. That sort of threw him off his stride. Evan gave his head a
shake. Heâ€™d just have to keep his mind on business.
When Harvey walked into the SIU, he was surprised when everyone stopped to welcome him back.
Smiling, he headed over to his desk to see how much paper work had piled up in his absence. â
Looking up from his desk, Nash smiled broadly. â€œHey, Harv, welcome back. Joeâ€™s getting
the line-up together. Howâ€™re you feeling?â€�
Settling himself at his desk with a sigh, Harvey smiled. â€œIâ€™m fine, Nash. Just needed a good
nightâ€™s sleep more than anything else.â€�
An awkward silence settled between them. Nash felt a little guilty for Harvey working so long without
a decent break. Harvey felt a little foolish for getting himself kidnapped. The two men avoided each
otherâ€™s eyes for a few long moments, until Joe broke the spell.
â€œHarvey, welcome back my friend. Iâ€™ve got the bozos all lined up and ready for you.â€�
Standing with a yawn, Harvey couldnâ€™t believe how tired he still was after more than twelve hoursâ
€™ sleep. â€œLead me to â€˜em, Joe.â€�
Since they could only have one driver per lineup, the whole process took almost an hour. Harvey
unerringly fingered each driver heâ€™d seen in the warehouse, and they were all led away to the
Joe flashed a big smile as he handed Harvey a cup of coffee. â€œWell, thatâ€™s one thing taken
care of. Now, if we can just catch the boss. Evan and Michelle should have something for us soon.â
€� The two men stood companionably on the fantail, sipping coffee.
Nash was also smiling as he talked to Michelle on his cell phone. â€œGood job, you two. Weâ€™ll
have to stick a surveillance team on her. I should have known a meathead like Winwood would have
a mistress. Yeah, well, weâ€™ll just have to figure something out, because I canâ€™t pull
surveillance from the Harris gig. Okay, well you two just stay there and Iâ€™ll see what I can do
about a surveillance truck. Iâ€™ll check with you guys later.â€�
Glancing up as he put the phone back in his pocket, Nash was surprised to see Barbara walking into
the SIU. She looked around and, spotting Nash at his desk, headed his way with a radiant smile.
Standing as she approached, he leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek. â€œBarbara, what are
you doing here. Youâ€™re not going to cancel on our date tonight, are you?â€�
Sitting in the chair Nash pulled over for her, Barbara laughed lightly. â€œNo, of course not. I just
dropped by on the off chance that I could talk you into lunch.â€� She looked around the ferry at the
hustle and bustle and smiled while shaking her head. â€œWell, you certainly have an interesting office.
Smiling broadly, his eyes twinkling, Nash nodded. â€œYeah, but at least it wonâ€™t come down on
our heads the next time we have an earthquake.â€�
Nash smiled even bigger at the sound of her musical laugh. The smile slipped from his face, however,
when she suddenly stopped laughing and frowned. Turning around in his chair to see what she was
frowning at, Nash winced. Talk about bad timing. Joe and Harvey were walking toward the desks,
deep in conversation.
Turning back to frown at Nash, Barbara stood and planted her hands on her hips. â€œWhat on earth
is he doing at work?â€�
Joe and Harvey stopped short at the angry outburst. Seeing his doctor standing four feet away, her
admonitions to stay home for at least three days ringing in his ears, Harvey wished the floor would
open up and swallow him. Seeing the frown directed at Nash, Harvey had a suspicion that his boss
was probably wishing the same thing. He glanced at Nash and raised an inquiring eyebrow. Giving a
minute shake of his head, Nash indicated that heâ€™d handle it. Harvey was more than willing to
leave him to explain things to the good doctor. Smiling, he reached out to shake Barbaraâ€™s hand.
â€œHey, Doc, welcome to the SIU. Uh, Iâ€™ve gotta go. Iâ€¦uhâ€¦Iâ€™m feeling much better, by
the way. See ya Nash.â€� Harvey made an about-face and hurried back in the direction of the
fantail, Joe close on his heels.
Clearing his throat, Nash got Barbaraâ€™s attention. â€œDonâ€™t worry, he isnâ€™t here to
work. He only came in for a line-up. I guess you could say heâ€™s here as a victim, not a cop. It
had to be done today. He got plenty of sleep last night, and heâ€™s going home as soon as we get
the paperwork filled out.â€�
â€œHe better be.â€� Her stern expression softened at the innocent look on Nashâ€™s face. She
couldnâ€™t help it. Laughing lightly, she shook her head. â€œYouâ€™re incorrigible, all of you.
The look on Inspector Leekâ€™s face was priceless. Well, are we on for lunch or not?â€�
Pulling up his jacket sleeve to peer at his watch, Nash frowned thoughtfully. â€œWell, let me go see
where Harvey and Joe are hiding and get them started on the paperwork. Iâ€™ll be right back and
weâ€™ll grab lunch. I know this great little cafÃ© thatâ€™s only a few blocks away.â€�
â€œSounds perfect.â€� Barbara sat back down in her chair and brushed lint from her black skirt. â
€œIâ€™ll wait here for you. Wouldnâ€™t want to scare off your Inspectors again, would I?â€�
She grinned impishly.
He was still chuckling to himself when Nash finally found Harvey out on the fantail, laughing at
something Ronnie had just told him. â€œHey, Ronnie. Harvey, can I see for a second?â€�
Shrugging his shoulders at a look from Ronnie, Harvey followed Nash over to a corner. â€œWhatâ
€™s up, boss?â€�
Rubbing at his ear, Nash sighed. â€œHarvey, Lord knows I hate to ask, but I need you to do me a
favor.â€� At a nod from Harvey, he continued. â€œWe need the backup surveillance truck put
together, and put together quick. I think we may have found a way to catch Winwood. Heâ€™s got
a mistress, and we want to keep an eye on her house. If I try to find someone else to hook everything
up, it could be tomorrow before we get things together. Will you do it?â€�
Smiling wryly, Harvey nodded. â€œAll you had to do was ask, Nashman. I want this guy caught as
bad as you do, or worse. Iâ€™ll do what I can. It wonâ€™t take me all that long, really.â€�
Nash slapped Harvey on the back, pleased and grateful for such good people working under his
command. â€œThanks, Harv. Um, do me another favor will ya? Iâ€™m taking Barbara out to
lunch, so call me when youâ€™re finished. Iâ€™ll keep her out until youâ€™re gone, so weâ€™re
both spared her wrath. I told her you werenâ€™t working.â€�
Harvey laughed at that. â€œYou bet, boss. I donâ€™t want her mad at me, either. Officially, sheâ
€™s got me on the sidelines until the day after tomorrow. She wants me to stay home for three or
four days, but I figure Iâ€™ll be going nuts by then. She compromised at Sunday and I donâ€™t
want her to change her mind.â€�
â€œI hear that, bubba. Just give me a call when you get ready to leave. Iâ€™ll get Joe to start the
paperwork on the drivers for you.â€�
â€œMan, anything to get me out of paperwork!â€�
They shared a brief smile then went their separate ways. Harvey headed over to Evidence to wheedle
some equipment out of the Sergeant. Nash returned to Barbara and escorted her out to the â€˜Cuda
for their lunch.
Having sweet-talked the needed equipment out of Evidence, Harvey lugged the box out to the spare
truck. He made several trips back and forth for the components he needed to get everything set up.
After the second trip, Ronnie noticed what Harvey was doing and offered his help. Grateful for the
big copâ€™s strength, Harvey readily accepted his assistance. Ronnie enlisted the aid of two other
officers and, between the four of them, got everything Harvey needed.
Wiping his brow and swearing softly, Harvey was lying on his back under the narrow shelf bolted to
the truckâ€™s wall that served as a desktop. If he could just get this one connection, everything
would be ready. He figured he owed Ronnie and the other two a round of beer. He wouldnâ€™t
have gotten it finished so quickly if not for their help. With a smile of triumph, Harvey finally got the
two cables connected. Success!
Startled, Harvey sat up quickly and cracked his head on the underside of the desk. Holding a hand to
his forehead, he rocked back and forth. â€œMamma Mia! Man, what the hell are you trying to do,
Joe? Put me back in the hospital?â€�
Joe, trying not to laugh, reached out to pull Harveyâ€™s hand away. â€œAw, thereâ€™s not even a
mark. Youâ€™ll be fine.â€�
Shooting Joe a sour look, Harvey rubbed the sore spot on his head. â€œYeah, well, thatâ€™s easy
for you to say. What did you want, anyway?â€�
â€œI just came to see if you were almost finished. Nash called asking if he could bring Barbara back
yet. I think maybe sheâ€™s getting antsy or something.â€�
Wiping his hands on his pants legs, Harvey nodded. â€œYeah, I just finished. Go ahead and call
Nash and give him the all clear. Iâ€™m outta here. The bugs for the phone are in that little box there
on the desk.â€�
Joe waited for Harvey to get out of the truck and walked with him over to the Ranchero. â€œThanks
for your help, Harv. We should get this thing wrapped up in a couple days.â€�
â€œNo problem, Joe. Hey, give me call if you find out anything, will you?â€�
â€œSure. Well, let me get back to the paperwork. I think thatâ€™s the only reason you agreed to
put that surveillance truck togetherâ€¦to get out of filling out forms.â€�
Putting on his best innocent face, Harvey placed a hand to his chest in mock disbelief. â€œWho, me?
Never. You wound me, Joseph.â€�
Not buying the act, Joe snorted. â€œYeah, Iâ€™ll wound you alright. Go home, Harvey.â€�
Laughing, Harvey opened his car door and waved a hand as he dropped into his seat. Joe wasnâ€™t
too far off the mark. Putting together a bunch of electronic equipment was much more preferable to
doing paperwork, to his way of thinking. He popped in a tape and hummed along to â€œBox of Rainâ
€�* as he drove home.
As Nash escorted Barbara from the cafÃ©, he saw a familiar blue Ranchero drive past and was
grateful Barbara didnâ€™t know what kind of car Harvey drove. Sheâ€™d kill the both of them.
He opened the door for her and smiled innocently. He was looking forward to their date later that
When they got back to the ferry, Nash had Ronnie drive the surveillance van over to Evan and
Michelle to exchange for Evanâ€™s truck. Now they were in business.
Evan was a little surprised to see the familiar blue vehicle pull up behind him. He and Michelle got out
of his truck and climbed into the surveillance van. Ronnie crawled in the back to get Evanâ€™s
keys. Michelle was already inspecting the bugs and mikes, while Evan fiddled with the computers.
Looking up as Ronnie joined them, Evan raised an inquiring eyebrow.
â€œHey, Ronnie, I wasnâ€™t expecting this thing for hours.â€�
Placing the bugging equipment back in its box, Michelle agreed. â€œMe either. What did Nash have
to do to get it done so quickly?â€�
Ronnie held out his hand for Evanâ€™s keys and smiled. â€œOh, nothing much. He just got Harvey
out of some paperwork. Inspector Leek seemed eager enough.â€�
â€œYeah, well, I donâ€™t blame him.â€� Evan hated paperwork. It was the bane of his existence.
After Ronnie left, Michelle and Evan settled in for a long, boring evening.
Nashâ€™s evening was anything but boring. When he walked into the SIU the next morning, it was
with a huge smile plastered to his face and a spring in his step.
Looking up from his desk, Joe smiled back. â€œHave a good time last night?â€�
Sitting down and shuffling through the papers on his desk, Nash raised his eyebrows. â€œI did.
Barbara and I had a wonderful dinner last night. Full of interesting conversation, I might add. As a
matter of fact, we had such a good dinner that sheâ€™s going to the symphony with me tonight.â€�
â€œOh, really?â€� Joe hoped Nash didnâ€™t end up hurt again, but kept his reservations to
himself. It was nice to see his best friend so happy.
Seeing the empty desks, Nash frowned. â€œAre we the only ones coming in today?â€�
â€œNah, Evan and Michelle will be in this afternoon. Theyâ€™ve got the overnight surveillance shift;
â€œThanks for taking care of that, Bubba.â€�
â€œNo problem, Nashman. Nobodyâ€™s seen or heard from Winwood, but I figure heâ€™ll show
up at his mistressâ€™ sooner or later.â€�
By the time Michelle and Evan began their shift in the surveillance van, however, Winwood hadnâ€™t
shown. In an attempt to make peace with Michelle, Evan had brought a chess set. They proved to
be fairly evenly matched, and Evan gained some insight into the new team member.
Michelle was just about to move her rook into position to put Evan in checkmate, when her cell phone
chirped from her jacket pocket. â€œSaved by the bell, Evan.â€� She smiled as she pulled the
phone from her pocket and flipped it open. â€œMichelle. What? Youâ€™re kidding, right? Yeahâ
€¦yeah, okay. Iâ€™ll see what I can do. Noâ€¦no, I donâ€™tâ€¦I understand, butâ€¦yesâ€¦alright, Iâ
€™m on my way.â€�
Closing the phone with a sigh, she leaned over and rested her head in her hand. Looking back up to
see the question in Evanâ€™s face, Michelle grimaced and rolled her eyes. â€œYouâ€™re not going
to believe this, but my mom fell while walking around on her crutches. That was her on the phone.
Sheâ€™s in the ER again, this time with bruised ribs from hitting the coffee table. I donâ€™t believe
this. What am I going to do with her?â€�
Rubbing a hand through his hair, Evan sighed. â€œI think the question is more like, what are you
going to do about your shift here?â€�
Opening the phone once more, Michelle started dialing. â€œI guess I call Joe and let him sort it out.
Thereâ€™s not much I can do about it. Iâ€™m all sheâ€™s got, and somebodyâ€™s got to stay
with her tonight.â€�
Hanging up the phone, Joe dropped his head in his hands. It was almost 11pm. Who on earth was
he going to get to replace Michelle? Heâ€™d do it himself, but he was home alone with Lucia again.
Heâ€™d never get a babysitter this time of night. He made a few phone calls, but couldnâ€™t get
anyone to come in. Nobody needed overtimeâ€¦theyâ€™d all gotten plenty during the last two
Pacing the floor, Joe sighed. Heâ€™d hate to have to interrupt Nashâ€™s date for this. Well, there
was one more person to try. Nash would probably not like it, but what choice did he have? Joe
rubbed his eyes and punched in the numbers. He was mildly surprised to hear the phone pick up after
only two rings.
â€œUh, Harvey, itâ€™s Joe. Um, listen, I didnâ€™t wake you did I?â€�
â€œNo. Actually, I pretty much slept most of the day. That was probably a mistake, â€˜cause now
Iâ€™m wired and canâ€™t get to sleep. Oh, hey, did you catch Winwood?â€�
Joe cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead. â€œUh, no Harv, we havenâ€™t seen him yet.
Listen, Michelle just called me. Her motherâ€™s in the hospital again and I need someone to cover
for her. Iâ€™ve called around and canâ€™t get anyone. Is there any wayâ€¦?â€�
He heard Harveyâ€™s chuckle over the line. â€œYeah, Joe, Iâ€™ll do it. Iâ€™m going nuts here
anyway. Just tell me where and when.â€�
â€œHarvey, youâ€™re a life-saver.â€� Joe gave him the address and told him to head on over
there so Michelle could leave. Hanging up with a sigh of relief, Joe smiled and headed off to bed.
Another crisis averted.
Harvey parked his car and headed toward the surveillance van. Looking around, he rapped lightly on
the door and slipped inside. Unfortunately, he hadnâ€™t seen the man standing in the shadows of the
doorway two houses down. But the man had seen him.
Evan looked at Harvey is surprise. â€œHarvey, what are you doing here?â€�
â€œJoe called me. Michelle, you can go now. Tell your mother I hope she gets better soon, will you?
â€� Michelle gathered her things and stood up to give Harvey her seat.
â€œThanks, Harvey, but I feel kind of bad about this.â€�
Waving his hand, Harvey brushed off her concern. â€œDonâ€™t worry about it, Michelle. You
need to take care of your mother. Besides, I was going nuts at home.â€�
Harveyâ€™s smile was infectious and Michelle smiled back. Giving him a quick hug, startling both he
and Evan, she thanked him again. â€œWell, anyway, thanks again Harvey. I donâ€™t know what Iâ
€™d do without you. You two stay out of trouble.â€�
Watching as she stepped out the door, Evan shook his head. â€œShe may loosen up after all, Harv.â
â€œAh, you just stuck your foot in your mouth the first day and didnâ€™t know how to pry it out.
She hasnâ€™t been that bad. At least, not to me. But then, I didnâ€™t make a complete fool out of
myself. Unlike some people I could mention.â€� Seeing Evanâ€™s pointed glare, Harvey clarified.
â€œHey, I said â€˜complete foolâ€™. I should have known not to take part in your hair-brained
scheme. Youâ€™d think Iâ€™d learn from watching Nash and Joe.â€�
Unaware of the friendly bantering inside the blue van, the shadowy figure in the doorway tried to think
of a workable plan. Heâ€™d come to his girlfriendâ€™s house for sanctuary, but had seen the van
parked out front. Suspicious, heâ€™d waited and watched for hours. His patience was finally
rewarded when heâ€™d seen two people walk up to the van, knock on the door and enter. A few
moments later, two different people had walked out. Cops. Heâ€™d hidden in the neighborhood,
trying to think of a way to get rid of the intruders. He couldnâ€™t believe his eyes when a man he
recognized approached the van. A moment later, a beautiful Asian lady stepped out and headed
down the street. He had to get rid of those cops. Getting rid of that one cop would just be ironic.
He needed a plan.
The lone figure slipped out of the shadows and drifted away. He had things to do, people to see.
Circling around the block to come up to the back of the house being watched, he slipped a gun from
his jacket and checked the clip. Fishing a key ring from his trouser pocket, he sorted through them
until he found the right one. Making sure he couldnâ€™t be seen from the van parked on the street,
he inserted the key into the lock and quietly stepped inside. His lover gave a squeal of surprise when
she saw him walk through the door. He smiled and placed a finger to his lips, silencing her in case the
place was bugged.
Using a writing tablet, he worked out a plan of action. It would require using the girl as bait, but sheâ
€™d keep her mouth shut. He had her in the palm of his hand. Besides, she wanted a share of the
Once she understood her part, he gave her a quick kiss and left the same way he had come. Walking
quickly to the nearest payphone, he punched in her number and let it ring a couple times. Just long
enough for her Caller ID to get the number, then he hung up. He waited for her to call.
The phone was ringing. Harvey pressed two fingers to his earphone and ducked his head, listening.
When he heard Laura Becket answer, he motioned for Evan. â€œHey, sheâ€™s got a call.â€�
Slipping his own earphones onto his head, Evan glanced at his partner. Harvey had already started
the trace. The phone only rang twice then the call was disconnected. Seeing the shake of Harveyâ
€™s head, he knew it wasnâ€™t long enough. Evan noted the time on the log, anyway. A moment
later, they both heard the outgoing call coming from Becketâ€™s house.
At the sound of the familiar voice, Harvey sat up straight and waved a hand at Evan to indicate that
their mark had called. They listened to the conversation eagerly.
â€œHoney, Iâ€™m so glad you finally called. I was getting worried.â€�
â€œListen baby, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to bring me some cash and I need to
borrow your car, okay? You know where to come.â€�
â€œI donâ€™t have much cash, but Iâ€™ll stop at the ATM on the way. Iâ€™ll be there in about
twenty minutes or so. Are you okay?â€�
â€œIâ€™m fine, Laura. Iâ€™ll be waiting for you.â€� Click.
Typing what theyâ€™d overheard into the log, Harvey motioned for Evan to take the driverâ€™s
seat. Theyâ€™d follow Laura Becket and hope she would lead them straight to David Winwood.
Just as Harvey crawled up front with Evan, they saw Laura step out and lock her door. She looked
around then headed straight for her car.
They followed Winwoodâ€™s mistress as she stopped and withdrew some cash from an ATM
machine then headed south again. When she finally parked her car, Evan pulled out his cell phone and
called the location into dispatch. Slipping quietly out of the surveillance van, Harvey and Evan
followed the young woman. They almost lost her when she ducked around a corner, but saw her
again as she neared the end of a narrow alley, tucked between two empty buildings.
Laura was standing in front of a darkened doorway, talking and gesturing widely. Exchanging looks,
needing no words, Evan and Harvey drew their weapons and walked silently toward the woman,
keeping to the shadows. So intent on the conversation ahead of them, neither was prepared for what
Harvey, walking just behind Evan, heard a slight sound to his right and spun around. Having only a
split-second to react, he turned his head and barely got his arm up to deflect the blow. It wasnâ€™t
enough. The board glanced off his forearm and made contact with the side of his head. He hit the
ground and almost literally saw stars. He shook his head in a desperate attempt to clear the fog that
seemed to immediately settle on his brain. He couldnâ€™t seem to get his arms and legs to
coordinate their movements. He dimly heard the sound of another blow, and was momentarily
surprised to not feel additional pain somewhere. Then he remembered Evan.
Unaware of anyone hiding in the doorway theyâ€™d just past, Evan was startled at the thud and
grunt of pain he heard from Harvey, a few steps behind him. Turning around, he doubled over as the
board made contact with his ribs. His left side was on fire and he couldnâ€™t draw in much-needed
air. It felt like his lungs had deflated like a balloon. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, until
the air finally rushed back into his lungs. That wasnâ€™t much better. The pain flared across his
chest and side and Evan knew heâ€™d cracked a couple ribs, if not broken them. This was not
The cold barrel of a handgun was pressed against Evanâ€™s head. He felt the warm brush of air, as
someone spoke into his ear.
â€œMove, and I kill you and your partner. Cooperate with me and you both may walk out of this
Getting his breathing under control, Evan nodded. He glanced over to Harvey, trying to get up off the
ground. â€œHarv, are you okay?â€�
Still trying to speed up his thought processes, it took a few seconds for Harvey to answer even such a
simple question. â€œUh, yeah Evan, Iâ€™m okay.â€�
Tucking Evanâ€™s gun into his own pocket, Winwood handcuffed Evanâ€™s hands behind his
back. Passing his weapon to Laura, he had her keep it trained on Harvey. Leaning down to search
him, Winwood gave Harvey a wicked smile.
â€œWell, well, Inspector. Seems every time you and I meet, you end up on the ground. I would
advise you to cooperate with me tonight. I wouldnâ€™t want you to be responsible for your young
partnerâ€™s untimely death. Would you?â€� Chuckling at the glare he received from the Inspector,
he pulled a pair of handcuffs from Harveyâ€™s pocket. Cuffing Harveyâ€™s wrists in the same
manner as Evan, Winwood grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet.
Taking his gun back from Laura, he told her to go home then prodded the two Inspectors ahead of
him. Taking them back to the surveillance van, he pushed them against the side. He opened the
passenger door and gave Evan a shove. Trying to climb up into the passenger seat with cracked ribs
and his hands cuffed behind his back wasnâ€™t easy, but he finally slid into the seat.
â€œInspector, if you so much as move an inch, Iâ€™ll shoot Mr. Leek. Do I make myself clear.â€�
â€œCrystal.â€� Evan narrowed his eyes in anger. Heâ€™d like nothing better than to wrap his
hands around Winwoodâ€™s neck.
Locking the door, David slammed it shut and turned to his other captive. Opening the side door, he
manhandled Harvey into the back. Pushing him to the floor, David removed Harveyâ€™s tie and
used it to tie his ankles together. â€œNow, you be a good little cop and stay out of trouble.
Rememberâ€¦Iâ€™ll have your partner up front with me. Wouldnâ€™t want anything to happen to
him, now would we?â€� He gave Harvey a parting kick and left to get in the driverâ€™s seat. â
€œDamn interfering cop.â€�
Rolling his eyes at their predicament, Harvey looked up at all the computer equipment above his
head. It might as well be on the moon. There was no way he could get to it without Winwood
noticing, and he couldnâ€™t risk anything happening to Evan. He felt a lurch as the van spurted
forward. Their captor was in a hurry, apparently, and Harvey had to brace his bound feet against a
pole to keep from being tossed about. He hoped someone realized they were missingâ€¦and soon.
Evan had pretty much the same thoughts, as Winwood drove behind an old, dilapidated building.
Winwood parked the truck and walked around the front to the passenger side. Pulling Evan from his
seat, he ordered him to open the side door and help Harvey out.
Untying his partnerâ€™s ankles, Evan looked him over. â€œYou okay, Harv?â€�
Wincing as he blood returned to his feet, Harvey shrugged. â€œYeah. What about you? The way
youâ€™re moving, Iâ€™m guessing you got some busted ribs.â€�
â€œYeah, maybe. Thatâ€™s probably the least of our worries.â€� Evan sucked in a quick breath,
and instantly regretted it, when David pushed him roughly aside. â€œStop talking. Youâ€¦Leekâ€¦get
out of the van and join your partner.â€�
Looking around as they were prodded into the old building, Evan hoped it didnâ€™t fall down on
them. It looked like a good, stiff wind would knock it down. Stumbling over the debris littering the
grimy floor, he blinked in the dimness, trying to find any opportunity to overpower Winwood. None
He was shoved inside a small windowless room, Harvey pushed right behind him. They both turned
to glare at their captor, who laughed harshly. â€œWell, boys, this is the end of the line. Maybe
someone will find you, maybe not. Doesnâ€™t matter to me, in any case. You know, Inspector
Leek, we should stop meeting this way.â€� Laughing at his own joke, Winwood slammed the door
shut, and the two handcuffed men inside heard the bolt slide home with a loud click.
Listening as Winwoodâ€™s footsteps faded away, Harvey walked over to lean against the back wall
with a sigh. â€œWell, weâ€™re in a helluva mess this time.â€�
Pacing the tiny room, Evan shook his head in disgust. â€œI donâ€™t suppose Winwood missed your
Heâ€™d only been dimly aware of being searched, but Harvey was fairly certain Winwood wouldnâ
€™t have missed something like that. â€œI donâ€™t know. Check my pockets and see. Itâ€™s
worth a shot, I guess.â€�
Maneuvering so that Evan could get his cuffed hand into Harveyâ€™s pocket took a little doing, but
they finally figured it out. It proved to be a fruitless search, however.
Sliding his back down the wall to sit on the floor, Evan couldnâ€™t see much of anything in the dark
room. Only the cracks in the wooden floor above let in any light. He could hear Harvey pacing,
leaning his shoulder against the wall as he walked to keep oriented in the darkness. Five steps down,
five steps back, his jacket making a slithering noise against the wall.
â€œStop pacing, will ya? All youâ€™re going to do is tire yourself out.â€� The sound of pacing
didnâ€™t even pause. He thought he could hear Harveyâ€™s breathing increase. â€œHarvey?
The shuffling sound stopped a moment. â€œWhat?â€�
â€œStop pacing. Youâ€™re going to get tired, plus drive me nuts.â€� His partnerâ€™s breathing
appeared to get even faster. â€œHarvey?â€�
Trying to smother his mounting anxiety, Harvey took a deep, shaky breath. â€œEvan, weâ€™ve got
to get out of here.â€�
Rolling his eyes, even though Harvey couldnâ€™t see it, Evan snorted in disgust. â€œTell me
something I donâ€™t know, Harv.â€�
Harvey shook his head, taking another shaky breath. â€œNo, you donâ€™t understand. Iâ€™ve
got to get out of here. This roomâ€™s too small. Thereâ€™s not enough air, Evan.â€�
â€œOh, damn. Your claustrophobia, I forgot about it. Look, Harv, just try to relax. This roomâ
€™s not airtight and you know it. Thereâ€™s plenty of air. Weâ€™ll get out of this room, I
promise. You just have to stay calm, okay?â€�
â€œCalm. Yeah, I can do calm.â€� Yeah, right. Youâ€™re gonna flip out and you know it.
Harvey resumed his pacing. At least it gave him something to do.
Unknowingly copying Harvey, Joe paced the floor, holding the cordless phone to his ear and waving
an arm in frustration. â€œWhat do you mean you found the surveillance van abandoned? Where?
They called in when? Where were they? Okay, okay. So nobodyâ€™s heard from them since
then? Alright, this is what weâ€™re going to do. Get somebody over to Laura Becketâ€™s house
and bring her in. Get the CSU people to go over the surveillance van with a fine-toothed comb, and
find out if anyone saw the van being dropped off.â€�
Joe hung up and glanced at his watch. It was a little after midnight. With a resigned sigh, he dialed
Nashâ€™s cell phone.
â€œUh, Nash, we have a problem.â€�
â€œBubba, why do I get the feeling Iâ€™m not gonna like what you have to say?â€�
â€œProbably â€˜cause youâ€™re not. A patrol just found the surveillance van abandonedâ€¦across
the city from Laura Becketâ€™s place.â€�
â€œWhat?! What about Evan and Michelle?â€�
â€œUm, Nashman, itâ€™s not actually Evan and Michelle. Itâ€™s Evan and Harvey.â€�
â€œHarvey? What was he doing there? He should be home right now.â€�
â€œI know, Bubba, but Michelleâ€™s mother fell again and Michelle had to go meet her at the ER. I
couldnâ€™t get anybody and Harvey said he was going nuts at home and was glad to do it. Iâ€™m
home alone with Lucia, again.â€�
â€œAlright, look, find somebody to keep Lucia, or bring her with you, but meet me at the SIU.â€�
â€œYou got it, Nash. See you there.â€�
Nash closed the phone and dropped it in his jacket pocket. He could feel the stare coming from
Barbara, sitting next to him in the â€˜Cuda. â€œListen, Barbara, I need to get over to the SIU right
now. Two of my men are missing. Iâ€™ll find someone to take you home, or get you a taxi or
She continued to stare at him for a moment then frowned slightly. â€œTell me you have more than
one Inspector named Harvey.â€�
Busted! Nash sighed. He really didnâ€™t want to argue with her at the moment. â€œNo, itâ€™s
the same Harvey Leek. There was an emergency and he went to cover a few hours on surveillance.
Something happened, though, because a patrol found the surveillance van abandoned, with no sign of
Barbara smiled and rested a hand on Nashâ€™s arm. â€œYou cops are all alike. I didnâ€™t really
expect him to wait very long before coming back to work. I just hope you find them and, if you donâ
€™t mind, Iâ€™d like to stick around the ferry until you hear something.â€�
Giving her hand a squeeze, he smiled. â€œYouâ€™re one in a million, Barbara. Youâ€™re
welcome to stay, but we could be up all night.â€�
â€œIt wouldnâ€™t be the first time I pulled an all-nighter.â€�
When they got to the SIU, two officers were just bringing in Laura Becket. Nash had them take her
to interrogation and gestured to Barbara to take his desk. â€œWhy donâ€™t you wait here. Iâ€™ll
let you know if we find out anything.â€�
After fixing himself what he was sure was just the first of many coffees that night, Nash strode over to
the interrogation table. Laura Becket was sitting at the table, staring at her hands. To Nash, she had
guilt written all over her. Guilty of what, was the question. He stood opposite, staring at her and
calmly sipping his coffee, letting her sweat a few minutes. He was about to start asking her questions,
when a movement out to the corner of his eye caught his attention.
â€œJoe, that was faster than I thought. What did you do with Lucia?â€�
â€œYour date is watching her for me. Barbara seems like a real nice lady.â€� He nodded at the
young lady sitting at the table. â€œThis Laura Becket?â€�
â€œThis would be she, Joe. I was just about to ask her what sheâ€™s been doing tonight. Shall we?
They both took a seat and stared at the unfortunate young lady. Nash sipped his coffee then set the
cup down. â€œNow, Miss Becket. Suppose you tell me what happened to the two officers that
were sitting across from your house. And donâ€™t tell me you donâ€™t know. We know for a fact
that they were following you to a meeting with your boyfriend, David Winwood.â€�
Joe chuckled at the startled look of panic that settled on her face. â€œThatâ€™s right, one of the
officers called the address into dispatch and that they were about to apprehend Winwood. Only thatâ
€™s the last anyoneâ€™s heard from them, and we found the surveillance van.â€�
Leaning forward and lowering his voice threateningly, Nash narrowed his eyes. â€œIf anything has
happened to those two Inspectors, you will be convicted of accessory. Do you understand me? Help
yourself. Tell us what you know, and it will go a whole lot easier for you. I donâ€™t think youâ€™d
have a good time in prison, if you know what I mean.â€�
When she still hesitated, Joe slammed a hand on the table, startling her. â€œWinwood set you up as
bait, young lady. He left you to take the fall. Wise up and tell us what we need to know!â€�
Nash sat back in his chair and gave Laura a pitying look. â€œSister, you are in more trouble than you
can possibly imagine. Weâ€™re showing you a way out. I suggest you use it.â€�
When she spoke, they almost didnâ€™t catch it. She spoke softly and haltingly. She told them
everything. â€œI told you where David is, but I donâ€™t know what he did with those cops. He
drove them away in that truck they were in. I donâ€™t know where he went. I swear itâ€™s the
â€œSister, it better be the truth.â€� Gesturing to the uniformed officer standing off to the side, Nash
indicated for him to take her back to holding. â€œJoe, take some backup and go get Winwood.â€�
â€œIâ€™m on it, Bubba.â€�
Standing by the table, staring out at the water, Nash ran a hand over his face. Man, this case is
gonna give me an ulcer. I sure hope Evan and Harvey are okay.
Evan sighed as Harvey once again kicked the door. â€œHarvey! If you donâ€™t stop that youâ
€™re going to break something. And I donâ€™t mean the door.â€�
He watched as Harvey stopped, panting, for a moment. It didnâ€™t last. Harvey swung a leg up
and kicked the door again, grunting with the effort. Evan rolled his eyes. If they didnâ€™t find a way
out of there soon, he was going to have to find a way to knock his partner outâ€¦for both their sanities.
Think! Think! Suddenly Evan groaned. â€œDamn, why didnâ€™t I remember it before? Harvey!
Harv, come over here.â€� He sighed with relief when he finally got his partnerâ€™s attention.
Harvey shuffled over and stopped, panting for breath. â€œHarvey, Iâ€™ve got a couple paperclips
in my left pocket. See if you can fish them out.â€�
It took some contorting, but Harvey got the paperclips and handed one to Evan. They carefully
straightened the little clips, and Harvey handed his to Evan. They stood back to back and Evan felt
around with his fingers until he could poke the wires into the keyhole of Harveyâ€™s handcuffs.
When his hands started to cramp, Harvey took the wires and worked on Evanâ€™s cuffs. Just when
he was about to give up and return them to Evan, he felt the tiny mechanism begin to move.
â€œOh, yeah. Câ€™mon, câ€™mon baby. I think Iâ€™ve got it, Evan.â€� There was a soft
click and Evanâ€™s right arm came free.
â€œOh, man. Thatâ€™s so much better.â€� Evan rotated his shoulders a few times then went to
work on Harveyâ€™s handcuffs. It was much easier with his hands free and this time he got the cuffs
Harvey massaged his wrists and walked back over to the door. â€œWell, our hands are freeâ€¦but
weâ€™re still stuck in this damn room.â€�
Evan joined him and examined the door. The hinges were on the inside. Now that their hands were
free, maybe they could somehow pry the hinge pins free. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket,
removed a credit card and went to work.
When he realized what Evan was doing, Harvey also dug out a credit card. Kneeling next to his
partner, he started on the bottom hinge. It was painstaking work. When he finally got the hinge
moved enough, he traded the card for a quarter. The quarter would work much better. Evan did the
â€œHey, Harvey. Have you always been claustrophobic?â€�
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, Harvey shook his head. â€œNo, not always. It
started when I was a kid.â€�
Evanâ€™s fingers began to cramp, so he switched the quarter to the other hand. â€œYeah? Did
something happen? I mean, people donâ€™t just suddenly get claustrophobic do they?â€�
â€œNo.â€� Harvey sighed and sat back on his heels for a moment. â€œI was eight years old. A
bunch of us kids were hanging around the local junkyard one day. It was summer and we were
bored. Somebody suggested we play hide-and-seek in the junkyard. Lots of great places to hide
there, right? Well, I found a great place to hide, all right. It was almost too good. I had found an old
refrigerator and, by the time my friend Peter found me, I was out of air. Peter told me afterwards that
when he opened the door and my body came flying out, he almost peed his pants. Another minute in
that refrigerator and I would have stopped breathing.â€�
Harvey went back to prying on the hinge pin. â€œScared the hell out of me. Of course, when my
parents found outâ€¦well letâ€™s just say I was in deep ca-ca. Iâ€™ve been claustrophobic ever
â€œDamn, Harv. I would be, too.â€�
They worked in companionable silence, slowly working the rusty pins free from the hinges. It seemed
to take forever. When he got it pried out enough, Evan used the handcuffs to try to pull the pin free.
When the hinge finally released its hold on the pin, Evan was caught off-guard.
â€œHarvey, it worked! Mineâ€™s free.â€�
â€œThatâ€™s great, Ev. Give me a hand with this one, will you?â€�
Working together, it only took a few more minutes to pull the stubborn pin free. It took a few tugs to
get the door to separate from the jam, but they got it open.
Slapping Harvey on the back, Evan smiled. â€œYou first, Harv. Letâ€™s blow this pop stand.â€�
Stepping over the door, Harvey stumbled out into the hall and gulped in the fresh air. Freedom!
When Evan joined him in the hall, he pointed to the left. â€œI think the exitâ€™s that way. Letâ€™s
get out of here, shall we?â€�
â€œLead the way, brother.â€�
When Joe brought in Winwood, Nash had him taken to interrogation. â€œSo this is David Winwood.
â€œThatâ€™s him, Nashman. Not much to look at, I admit.â€�
Nash sat on the corner of the table and smiled. â€œJoe, the CSU boys just called a minute ago.
Guess whose fingerprints were found on the driverâ€™s side seatbelt?â€�
â€œWhy, I donâ€™t know, Nash. Could it beâ€¦David Winwoodâ€™s?â€�
â€œWell, you got it right in one try, Joseph. Congratulations.â€� Nash leaned closer to Winwood,
his smile disappearing. â€œWe have Laura Becket. She told us everything. Now, Iâ€™d advise
you to come clean with us, before things get even worse for you.â€�
David Winwood stared innocently back. â€œI donâ€™t know what you are talking about, but Iâ
€™m not saying anything without a lawyer.â€�
Standing up and placing his hands on the table, Nash frowned angrily. â€œYou listen to me, Bubba.
Youâ€™ve done something with my Inspectors and youâ€™d better tell me where they are or Iâ
€™ll make sure you get into the toughest prison in California. You get my drift?â€�
â€œIâ€™m not talking without my lawyer.â€�
â€œGet him out of here!â€�
Joe went to stand next to Nash, his arms crossed over his chest. â€œWell, Nashman, now what?â€�
Nash headed back to his desk, shaking his head. â€œWell, Bubba, now we search every damn
empty building in San Francisco until we find them.â€� He was about to let Barbara know what was
happening, when a commotion at the door drew his attention. â€œI donâ€™t believe it.â€�
Joe and Barbara both turned around to see what Nash was looking at. Joeâ€™s jaw dropped in
surprise. Harvey and Evan had just walked in the door. Their clothes and faces were streaked with
dirt and they each had handcuffs dangling from one wrist, but they looked okay.
When the two reached his desk, Nash smiled and shook his head. â€œHow did you get here?â€�
Harvey shrugged. â€œWe took a taxi.â€�
â€œI didnâ€™t mean literally, you knucklehead.â€� Nash laughed, just grateful the two were home
â€œWell, boss, itâ€™s a long story. Winwoodâ€¦â€�
â€œWeâ€™ve got that meathead in holding.â€� Nash interrupted.
Evan smiled with satisfaction. â€œGood. Howâ€™d you get him, anyway?â€�
â€œJoe picked up Laura Becket and she rolled over on Winwood. Told us the whole story. We
nabbed Winwood, but couldnâ€™t get anything out of him. Of course, now we donâ€™t need him
and he gets no deal. Karma.â€�
Looking at the bedraggled pair, Joe raised an eyebrow. â€œYou two okay?â€�
â€œI think they both need to go get checked out, Nash.â€�
All four men turned toward the new voice to see Barbara standing there. Harvey shook his head,
envisioning another sleepless night in the hospital. â€œOh, no. Iâ€™m fineâ€¦just tired, dirty and
hungry. I can take care of all that at home.â€� He wondered if he should mention Evanâ€™s ribs,
but one look from his partner told him the answer to that one. No.
Unfortunately, Joe ruined it for both of them. He nudged Evan with his elbow when he moved aside
to let someone by. Evan couldnâ€™t stop the wince of pain that caused, and Barbara saw it.
â€œI saw that Inspector Cortez. That settles it. Iâ€™ll make sure you two arenâ€™t cleared for
duty, unless you go to the ER with me to be checked out.â€�
Smiling at the way she had Evan and Harvey cornered, Nash shrugged. â€œYou heard the lady,
boys. I donâ€™t see as you have a choiceâ€¦do you? Câ€™mon, Iâ€™ll drive you three to the
He took Barbaraâ€™s arm and led her off the ferry, listening to Harvey and Evan grumbling behind
â€œSheâ€™s your doctor, Harv.â€�
â€œYouâ€™re blaming me? I had it made, â€˜til you got her attention.â€�
â€œItâ€™s not my fault, Harvey.â€�
Nash overheard their arguing and leaned over to Barbara, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
â€œI donâ€™t know. Maybe weâ€™d be better off if they hadnâ€™t gotten free.â€�
Barbara giggled and slapped his arm. â€œNash, you donâ€™t mean it, and you know it.â€�
Imagining the things that could have happened, Nash gave her hand a small squeeze. â€œYeah, I do
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