Of course. Of course, Caffrey had to play out this con in Cleveland- IN JANUARY!

The snow drifts on the side walks were so stinkin' tall sometimes you had to walk into the street to get around them.

I mean, what happened to L.A., or even San Diego?

"Boss…." One of my probies started, eyeing the dark clouds heading our way.

"Shut-up Holmes." I warned, not in the mood for the prissy, rich boy whining. "Unless you plan on trying to hail a cab in this crap we're walking to the museum."

"What ever works boss." Was all I managed to get from his mumbles but I decided to leave it-we had more important things to do.

We rounded a corner a few blocks later and walked

"This is were the security cameras saw him." I said, side-stepping a little so I was in the right place."But they never saw him exiting-"

"So we need to find out how many other exits there are." Finished my probie, all business now.

"Yep." I murmured realizing that it might be harder to track Caffrey than it had been to convict him- and that had taken some time.

The agents got to work, and in a few hours they found themselves huddled around a security tape.

"He went out the fire ecscape, climbed the fence, and took of in the broad day light." Peter growled.

How could Caffrey get away like that? 4 years of tracking and digging, and I let him walk away from a con, let him sneak out the back?

He'd made a mistake though, letting the cameras see him now all we really had to do were prove the bonds fake.

"Get those bonds to the lab." I stated. Then, grabbing my probie, I stalked out of the biulding into the cool evening air.