All is dark in the Gershon Museum, but in the Mosconi reading room, a flashlight creates a circle of light on a tabletop. On the table is some blank paper; hovering over the page is a pencil in someone's hand. The rest of the person connected to the hand is less visible; he is seated at the table. Even less can be seen of the young woman standing behind him, but she is obviously lovely, if one could for a moment ignore the revolver she holds.

Mozzie looks up, annoyed. "You can stop pointing that thing at me any time now. You won't use it anyway. You need what I have in my head."

Rebecca sighs and lowers the gun. "Shut up and write down the message, Mozzie. No more games."

"I could think faster if you could bring me a sprig of rosemary." Brightening hopefully, "Or perhaps a chilled glass of perfectly aged Vosne-Romanee?"

"Just write."

"Neal will be here with the feds any minute. He'll find us. You know he will."

"Mozzie! I can still shoot your foot."

Mozzie turns back to the table and starts writing, reluctantly. "You're not getting away with this!"

In the well-lit White Collar office, the whole team is assembled. Several agents are holding cups of coffee.

Neal is pacing, slapping his hat repeatedly against his knee. "It sure would be handy if there were an anklet on Mozzie right now!"

Peter chides him. "Neal, that's not helping. Stay on task." Addressing everyone, "Rachel Turner. Where would she go? Diana, pull up all the locations she's been known to frequent. Her apartment, her safe houses, the warehouses where she met Neal in the past. Anything you can think of."

Diana turns her chair to the desk. "I'm on it, boss."

Racing to his desk, Jones calls out, "I'll pull up the cams around June's house. See if we can figure out where they went."

Neal turns to Peter. "We may not know where she is right now, but we know where she'll be headed. She needs Mozzie to lead her to the diamond. When they get where he's taking her, we'll be there."

"Yes, but how?"

"Mozzie will misdirect her, take her to someplace we're likely to intercept them. Knowing Mozzie, he may have left us a clue back at the apartment."

Jones looks up. "Peter, they took a taxi headed for downtown."

As Peter is walking towards the elevator with Neal, he calls back, "Let me know right away as soon as you find their location."

Neal and Peter enter Neal's apartment and part ways; Peter enters the kitchen while Neal searches the couch and coffee table.

Peter emerges holding a plastic card attached to a long string. "Neal, can you explain this?"

"What is it?"

"It's Rebecca's access card. The one she said she lost on the day the museum was robbed. Neal, how did it get here?"

Neal sidesteps the question. "More importantly, where did you find it?" Enters kitchen. "Down here?"

The two stoop to inspect the linoleum more closely. There appear to be particles of very pungent rotten fish which have been smashed into the floor by someone's shoe just in front of the refrigerator.

Neal gets up. "I'm thinking Bugsy would enjoy a trip to the Gershon museum." He goes out the door.

Peter is puzzled for a moment. "Who? Oh, right. June's dog." Shaking his head, he pulls out his cell phone and starts calling Jones as he hurries after Neal.