Peter had to admit it was a weird feeling to see June and knowing Neal won't be upstairs in the penthouse planning the next mischief to make his life difficult. The maid lead him to the parlor and a moment later June came in wearing the same sad expression like him.
"Peter, what brought you here?"
"Do you still have contact with Mozzie?"
"Surely, can I help somehow?"
"I need his help. I know he went into deep hiding after Neal vanished and he won't react to a call from me..."
"Of course, Peter. Is there something I should tell him?"
"Rachel is still free."
"Excuse me?" June asked surprised.
"Somewhere she got exchanged with an other woman."
"She is still out there? How do you know?"
"She wrote me a postcard. I was at the correction center this morning to see if this was just a bad joke and we are still confirming it's her writing but..."
"You think it's true."
"I do. But I don't know why she did this and it's making me crazy."
"I am sure you will find the answer."
"Thanks for your faith, June."
"You caught Neal. You will get him back."
Peter frowned and the way his eyes moved June could tell he got an idea.
"That's true. And Neal used to do this postcard thing too..."
"You think there is a connection."
"Maybe. I can't believe I didn't thought of this earlier."
"You were busy checking for this woman."

Peter barely made it back into his office when Diana and Jones came storming in with news. Both looked everything but happy.
"We got a confirmation on the writing. It's really Rachel Turner." Jones told, "But I don't get it why she tells us about her being free. She could live a good life with keeping us believing she is behind bars."
"I don't get that too at the moment." Peter admitted, "Diana?"
"Our guys brought her to the correction center and handed her over to one of the guards. There we loose it. The only way they could make this exchange was in that very moment."
"How can someone pose as a guard there and no one notices anything?" Peter asked angry.
"I have no idea. I rather want to know who and why. We know she had an accomplice at Fort Trotten but he gave up on her."
"Maybe to prepare her escape?" Jones suggested.
"Could be but she also could try to force her way through us with taking Neal hostage."
"You think she didn't know this was the plan?"
"No... I never understood why she gave up." Peter said thoughtful.
"Something Neal said?"
"What could he have said to make her stop? It would be like a puppy fighting an angry lioness." Diana threw in.
"He always knew when he had to give up."
"You think he talked her into surrendering?"
"Who knows? She loves him. He would be the only one who could do that." Peter told.
"Maybe that's behind his disappearance."
"You think she kidnapped Neal, Jones?"
"Could be a lead."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"This postcard... did it come from France?"
"Yeah, it's been send from Paris. Why?" Diana confirmed.
"The first card from Neal that came from Europe got send from Paris."
"You think she is replaying this? Why?"
"Because she became obsessed with Neal. Just think about all the information she got on him and all of us." Jones made them remember.
"But if she got Neal wouldn't it be wiser to keep shut?"
"It would but she became irrational at the end."
"No, not irrational." Peter disagreed, "She was very rational. Thought ahead of everything... This postcard has a meaning and it's connected to Neal but I am sure she doesn't got him."
"What makes you so sure, boss?" Diana wondered.
"Because she was right. She and Neal have a lot in common. I want an international search on her. Contact Interpol and treat her like you are searching for Neal."
"You know we only got him because of Kate?" Jones asked to be sure.
"And we will get her because of Neal..."
With more certainty than before Peter looked at the postcard that just became some life line for Neal.

Elizabeth came back from lunch with a colleague when she spotted at familiar figure in the hallway. The young man stood there lost in admiration for one of the paintings when she came closer with a frown.
"Neal?"
With a big smirk he turned around. His eyes sparkling in some childish happiness.
"Hey, Elle. I hoped to see you."
"Neal, what the hell are you doing here?" she looked around to see if Peter might be around.
"Oh, don't worry. I am free."
For demonstration he pulled his trousers up where the anklet used to be.
"What? How? That's great but..."
"What I am doing here?"
"Yeah, for starters..."
"I hope to get a glimpse on the Hope Diamond."
"Neal..."
"No, not like you think. Seriously, I'll be a honest one for a change. I just thought taking a look at it will help me decide what to do now."
"Because it's twin caused all this trouble. I understand." Elizabeth said sympathetically.
Neal looked around like he expected someone. Some jewelry blinked in the light under his shirt.
"You think it's a good idea?"
"Of course. What's that jewelry?"
He looked at her uncomprehending but started to smile a moment later. Neal pulled the chain out and showed it to her.
"It belonged to Ellen. I found it after she died."
Elizabeth took a closer look at the little pendant on it.
"Is this an angel?"
"It's archangel Michael. The patron of the police officers and soldiers. She claimed it to be her lucky charm."
"Now you hope some of it's luck will help you?"
"Who knows? At last it's something that reminds me of her." he said with a sad hint in his voice.
"And alone this will help you. What do you plan now?"
"Don't know. See places I didn't visit before."
"Does Peter know you are here?" Elizabeth asked more out of habit but the the short wavering in his face told her something was off.
"He does." Neal replied seconds later his usual cheery self again, "I mean he had to remove the anklet."
"Yeah right." she said slowly, "But you have to excuse me. I have to go back to work."
"Of course. I don't want to keep you from it."
"I know. Good to see you."
She hugged him goodbye and got again the feeling something wasn't right. While she walked back to her working place she wrote Peter a text message to set a time to call to make sure he was available.