"The Investigation Begins"

Hannah had moved after the incident. She would have no problem identifying the man that had stabbed Harrison. If she knew this, so did the perpetrator. There is a good chance he is hunting her the same time she is hunting him. So for the third time since moving to Argentina she had picked up and relocated. Out of convenience, she lives with Elway. She hates to admit it, but she finds his presence comforting, not just because he agreed to help her. She also trusts him. Of course he will turn her into the authorities the first chance he gets. Nevertheless, he appears to be a man of his word. For now, they cooperate.

Elway spends his time feeling out the area. He searches for a way to access criminal records outside of his jurisdiction. He has a great set of prints, scanned and ready. If he finds a way to the local criminal database Hannah can walk up to the man's front door.

With the help of a computer and Hannah's recollections, he was able to print out a picture of what the man looks like. Black hair, well-groomed beard. His two most obvious features are his unlikely pale blue eyes and a cauliflower ear. Elway can't believe that this arrogant fuck hadn't even worn a mask. But this fact had helped him to start a potential profile on the attacker.

He could have been dumb. Maybe they don't have CSI Buenos Aires on TV down here and this punk didn't realize just how efficient law enforcement has become. He is hoping this is the case because it would make his life a lot easier. Chances are if he is that dumb, he has a traceable record.

He could be ruthless. Perhaps he and his partner had intended to kill anyone that saw their faces. If this is the case Hannah certainly has reason to worry about her safety. The way he bolted out of the apartment indicates he is not a ruthless professional, however.

If Elway had to put money on this situation, he'd say these were low-rank sex traffickers tasked with abducting vulnerable women and children. He imagines that a lot of money has changed hands between the traffickers and the local police. If that were true, he could probably burn his fingerprints pictures now. The second the wrong detective discovered to whom the prints belonged, Elway could be in deep shit.

Elway puts on his suit jacket, despite the humidity. He feels more efficient and alert when he's formally dressed.

"I'm going to your old street to see if I can find this guy."

"You've been doing that for weeks." Her comment is an innocent one, merely an observation.

"I know. It's a big fucking city."

"Do you think you'll ever be able to find this guy?"

"Let me ask you something, did you think the investigators were thorough with your investigation?"

Hannah hadn't thought about this. She'd been so wary of cops for so long that she'd been unable to look them in the eye, let alone give them a full eyewitness account. She assumed that there was a picture of her posted on a corkboard somewhere in Argentina and she didn't want them to have extra time to put things together. So to answer Elway's question she shrugs.

"Murder investigations are a big deal, don't you think? This isn't your first rodeo, Miss McKay."

She is annoyed at his persistence in calling her Miss McKay. It's so obvious he is being a sarcastic prick. She refuses to react negatively because then he'd keep poking at the wound. The implications of his comment are also infuriating, yet true. She knows better than anyone how it feels to have an entire law enforcement agency focusing its resources on someone.

"You know very well that I tried to get those cops out of here as quickly as possible. And you know why. Do you have a reason for bugging me about this or are you just being an asshole?"

He puts up a hand in surrender. He knows exactly how to push her buttons whether she's been reacting or not but for the time being he's trying to be serious.

"I think they did a shitty job and it had nothing to do with you. I know you hid that knife for your own twisted reasons but that guy's DNA would be everywhere. And then there was his partner in crime. You mean to tell me that couldn't locate every man that this guy has so much as talked to over the past ten years?"

She knows that this is all true. She is not sure what it means. She doesn't know whether she wants to know. Nevertheless, she thinks that Elway has a good idea and that is all that matters.

"Yeah, the cops were pretty shitty."

"…kind of like they recognized the MO somehow and knew the answers to the questions before you opened your mouth?"

She nods in agreement. She is hopeful that this will help Elway to find the bastard but part of her fears this might be a step in the wrong direction. She begins to let the fact sink in: the police would be very little help in finding the right guy.

"I think that you might be looking for a while. Big fucking city, right? Why don't you bring me along? Maybe we can bait this guy"

With a big, sincere grin plastered on his face Elway says, "Miss McKay, I thought you would never ask."

Hannah instantly feels a new sense of control. She knew she had needed outside help. She wasn't an investigator and she was attempting to maintain a low profile. Nevertheless, her frustration with Elway is continuing to grow. She knows that Dexter would have cut off this criminal's head by now. But instead she has to be murderer bait.

"Let's do it then, and if you call me Miss McKay one more time, you won't wake up in the morning."

She walks back to the bedroom to get dressed, so she could return to her old neighborhood.