Steve headed for the station and talked with a few who had hung out with Officer Donlin, they all stated he carried a notebook with him at all time and if one was filled he always got a new one right away. They said he claimed it was the only want for him to keep things straight. This was nothing unusual, as most police officers did the same thing. He did learn Donlin liked to go fishing and had an older jeep he only used for going to the mountains to fish. They said he didn't keep it at his apartment complex because he was allowed only one slot. No one really knew where he kept it.

Steve started a search and after a about an hour he found what he was looking for. Donlin had a storage unit on the main road leading the canyon that had his favorite fishing spot. The size of unit would probably be just big enough to put a jeep in. He decided to check it out. Just as he was walking out his dad called, so he decided to take him along.

They stopped at the manager's office and got a key to the unit. Sure enough, as soon, as they pulled up the door, it was like a garage door, there was the jeep. Steve started going through the jeep. No notebook in the glove compartment, or under the front seats. He did find a notebook under the back seat, but it didn't have any police notes in it. It looked like his personal notes, grocery list, etc. Just then he heard a click and heard his dad say, "Look out son." He didn't even get a chance to turn around when the back of his head exploded in pain and he everything went black.

He heard a voice, telling him to stay down and try not to move. His head was pounding and his right arm was sore. As he became more aware he recognized the voice as his dad's. He blinked a few times and Mark's face slowly came into focus. Or at least a blurry focus. "Ah, man, what happened?"

Two guys came in put a gun to my head, clobbered you on the head and took the notebook you had just found, then locked us in. I called Jesse, he's coming to get us. "Why didn't you call the police?"

"Jesse was the first one I thought of," Mark sheepishly replied.

"Help me up." Steve let out a groan as he head didn't react to trying to sit up very well and when he leaned on his right arm to help push him up he let out a cry.

"If they hit me on the head, why does my arm hurt so bad?"

"When you collapsed after being hit, you fell out of the jeep and landed on your arm, I think it's only brusied and sprained, not broken." Mark helped him sit up."When we get out of here, you are, do you hear me, you are going to Community General and get checked out."

Steve, wasn't in a mood to argue, so he shook his head, that was a mistake, but agreed.

"Well, the notebook they took wasn't the right one, it was a personal notebook, just grocery lists and stuff like that."

Mark smiled, and pulled out another notebook. The one they had been looking for.

Shocked Steve asked, "Where did you find it?"

"In his fishing tackle box.'

Soon they heard the door being opened and Jesse and Amanda rushed in. Amanda ran to Steve to check him out. After assuring herself that though he was injured he would be alright she helped him up. "Let's get your to the hospital, then you can call your captain and report this."

After an hour of poking and prodding, it was determined Steve had a concussion, a bruised arm and sprained wrist. Mark took him home, under condition he sleep upstairs in the guest room, so he could easily wake him to do neuro checks throughout the night.

The next morning, though he still had a headache and was tired from being awoken throughout the night Steve was feeling better and wanted to get back to work on the case.

There wasn't much in the notebook, some first names – Randall, Jeff, Shirley and Duncun. The last entry was "All the World's a Stage…" Steve thought it sounded familiar, but it didn't make sense.

Amanda stopped by on her way to work to see how Steve was doing; she took a look at the clues and said, "I think I have an idea…"