"You really should think about it, Mr. Alvarez," Brett Farmen told his client. They were sitting in the interrogation room waiting for Casey Novak to return. She had allowed them fifteen minutes to discuss their options.

"No," Julio Alvarez said firmly, crossing his arms and gritting his teeth as he looked over at the two-way mirror. He knew they were standing on the other side. "I will take no deal," he said, keeping his eyes glued to the mirror.

Brett hated these kinds of situations. He hated to lose, and right now, he knew that was exactly what was going to happen. The only thing he could do now was damage control. "You'll go to jail for the rest of your life unless you give us his name."

"I ain't going to jail."

"You will if you don't give us his name," Brett said again, this time through clenched teeth. There was nothing worse than a guilty client who refused to take a deal. And this was a deal his client needed to take. Novak had more than enough evidence to put him away for life, but she was willing to accept ten years if he gave her his drug dealer boss' name. "Just tell me who he his, Julio."

"No."

Casey walked through the door and set her briefcase on the table. "Then you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison." She was actually disappointed. As great as it was to have Alvarez, she really wanted his boss.

Julio smirked and folded his hands together on the table. "Bitch, you ain't got nothing on me."

Casey smiled and looked over at Brett. "You really should explain to your client that he is doing himself no favors by speaking to me like that."

"Show me what you got, lady. I guarantee you it's not enough. I'll be walking out that door before you know it."

"I love it when they think that way. Makes my victories so much sweeter." She pulled several pictures out of her briefcase and spread them out onto the table. "He was fourteen years old," she said, pointing to the first picture. It showed Julio and a young boy on a surveillance camera outside a gas station. "And this one," she said, pointing to the next picture, "was eleven."

"I didn't kill nobody!" he yelled, pushing the pictures away.

"I know you didn't kill them, Julio. That's not what you do. You make sure the drugs get to where they're supposed to go. We've got you on possession and distribution. Now these pictures show you with four different boys, all of whom ended up dead within hours." She sat down across from him and folded her hands. "You were the last person seen with them, Julio. We know you gave them drugs and paid them to deliver them. Who did they take them to?"

Julio hesitated. Gas station surveillance cameras were famous for not working. How had he gotten caught by the only one in the city that was working? "I didn't know he was going to kill them."

"Who?"

"He was just supposed to pick up the supply from them."

"Julio, who is he?"

"I swear those boys were supposed to be safe. He promised me he wouldn't kill them."

"I need a name, Julio."

Julio bit his lip and looked over at the pictures. He really hadn't meant for those boys to get killed. "His name is Alberto Chavez."

Casey and Brett breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Julio," Casey said. She turned to Brett and shook his hand. "I'll call you later to go over the final details."

"He gave you his name, Casey."

"I'm very well aware of that, Brett."

"And you know how low he is on the totem pole. He just delivers the drugs to the next person, who hands them off to the next person, and so on."

"Yep. But he handed them off to kids, and those kids died. I can't ignore that."

"I'm not asking you to ignore it."

She laughed and turned towards the door. "Relax, Farman. He just gave us the guy we've been looking for for five years. I'm going to recommend ten. With any luck, your client will behave himself and he'll be out in six."

Back in her office, Casey collapsed into her chair and sighed. She hated that she had caved on a guy who was responsible for the deaths of four teenage boys, inadvertently or not. "He gave us Chavez," she told herself. "That's what's important."

She was putting the finishing touches on her notes when she remembered something. She couldn't exactly tell what it was. It was like a tickling in the back of her mind, but she couldn't put her face on it. She flipped through her notes several times before throwing the file across the room in frustration. "There's something in there, I know it!"

That's when it hit her. She grabbed her phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Benson," Olivia answered the phone.

"Liv, it's Casey. I need you to look up a name for me."

"Okay, what's this about?"

"I'm not sure yet. Just go with me for a minute."

"Who am I looking up?"

"Carlos Juarez."

Olivia typed the name into her computer and waited for the search results. "I've got one arrested eight years ago on a kidnapping charge and one arrested four years ago on a narcotics charge."

"The second one. Were there any other guys with him? Any names come up in the search?"

Olivia clicked a few more keys and looked at the screen in front of her. "He was arrested for possession with along with your guy Alvarez and...José Reyes. Reyes has a cousin named Albero Chavez who...oh my God."

"What?"

"Didn't your guy just give up Chavez?"

"Yes, why?"

"Chavez works for Roberto Dominguez. Dominguez just so happens to have a thing for César Valez."

"I knew it!"

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

Casey bit her lip and tried to put her thoughts together. "My guy gave us Chavez. He and Dominguez have been working together for years, but we've never had any evidence to put them together or even arrest them. Now, I spoke to Reyes last week. I didn't know his connection until now. He wouldn't give me any names, but he told me his cousin and his cousin's boss were expecting a huge shipment next week."

"And?"

"I'm sure if Valez finds out about it, he's going to want to collect."

A sudden thought struck Olivia and she couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice. "We've got a guy undercover working near Valez. I don't think it'll be too difficult to get the word to him."

"Good, Liv. These are two big groups. We're going to have to create one hell of a set up."

"We'll handle it. Good work, Casey."