Neal and Mozzie clinked their wine glasses together and grinned at one another.
"Neal, are you sure the suit doesn't suspect anything?"
"Moz, I can never be sure of that. We know from the past two months that Peter has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. But I do know that I've been careful not to let anything slip."
"Good." Mozzie put the cork back into their wine bottle and used it to gesture to both Neal and the hula dancer perched on the counter, "You're all coming with me then. Tomorrow. One O'Clock. No suits." He emphasized the last two words with a sharp glance at Neal.
"Peter..." Neal half whispered, half hissed into the phone.
"Neal?" Peter asked, half asleep "It's three in the morning? Is everything okay?"
"Yes." Neal said evenly, but he thought better of his well practiced lying "Well, actually no. But I think it will be. Can you meet me tomorrow morning before work at this address"
Peter looked at the address that Neal had texted him; it wasn't anything he recognized off hand.
"Neal, what is this about? Should I be worried about you right now?"
"No. I don't think so." Neal said in an uncertain tone that made Peter think he definitely should. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Neal?" Peter said but the line had already gone dead.
Peter attempted to contact Neal a few more times unsuccessfully. He walked back into the bedroom and considered waking up Elizabeth to ask her advice. After watching her sleeping form for a moment, he decided he didn't want to bother her over Neal again and walked back out into the hall.
Then he called the FBI office and asked for the record on Neal's tracking anklet. After a few minutes, Peter learned that he hadn't left his two mile radius and had been at June's for the past several hours. Somewhat reluctantly, Peter climbed back into bed hoping to learn more about Neal's scheming in the morning.
Peter kissed Elizabeth on the cheek before walking out of the bedroom "Bye, hon."
"You're up early." Elizabeth rolled over. "Are you and Neal on another treasure hunt?"
"I hope not. I'm not sure it would be as fun as the last one," Peter walked out the door, absentmindedly patting Satchmo's head as he walked out the door. As he got in the car, he set the GPS for the address Neal had sent him.
When he arrived, it appeared to be an average storage building, and nothing seemed immediately amiss. But he didn't see Neal. He continued to follow Neal's coordinates to the specific room. The room was completely empty except for a few foam packing peanuts scattered across the floor.
"Neal, what is this?" Peter asked the empty room.