"So Doctor we don't know where the next fire is going to be?" Sanders asked.
"No we just have to wait till he starts another one." The Doctor answered
They were driving back from U.S.C. The detectives had dealt with the bomb when it was deactivated. They had it in the evidence vault back at the station.
"Chief?" the police radio buzzed
"Yes" Sanders answered
"Well we ran the plates in the archives and nothing came up so were checking with the DMV." The man on the radio said.
"Good keep me posted. And when you do find out release the guys name and all the crimes he's done to the press. Just don't include the bomb at U.S.C."
"Got it boss." The other man said then the radio clicked off.
"So doctor do you think we can do anything." Sanders asked
"No we have to wait till we find out who it is before we do anything."
"Well crap that's not good."
"Wait I need to swing by my uh um house stop by 10th st. and PCH down by Santa Monica."
"Ok at least I'm doing something." Sanders replied as he took the exit to the PCH.
The man had gone to his house he picked up all his stuff for fires and then realized it wouldn't fit in his car. He pulled out his pistol and went outside. He saw a truck coming down the road and stood in front of it. It stopped and the driver got out.
"Get out of the road you moron" The driver shouted.
"Give me the keys" The man said as he pulled out the pistol.
"Whoa calm down just put that away and I'll give you the keys." The driver said as he slowly pulled out the keys.
The man shot him in the knee. He went up and picked the keys off the ground. The man then piled everything into the truck. He started it and reversed. The original driver was still on the ground. The man ran over the leg he hadn't shot and then sped away. He drove till he reached his hideout.
The Doctor had ordered K-9 to stay in the car with Sanders. The Doctor went into the Tardis. He went down to the 20th storeroom and pulled open the door. He found a second sonic screwdriver with a light on the end, a camera, one rubber boot and a sontaran helmet. The Doctor then found what he was looking for it was a backpack with two canisters of fire retardant foam and a hose. The backpack was black and as the Doctor left with it he found out it looked kind of like a proton pack. The Doctor ran back out and waited for the police car to come since it had been circling the block. It stopped right by him. He signaled for Sanders to open the trunk. He put the backpack in the trunk then jumped in the front seat.
"What was that?" Sanders asked.
"A fire fighting pack from the 21st century." The Doctor said
"Um Ok I guess."
The radio buzzed again. "Sir we found the man."
"Good!" Sanders said cheerfully. "Who is it?"
"It is Professor Kyle J. Ramirez." The Radio said. "He lives at 56654 College lane."
"We'll go right over." Sanders said jerking the wheel and putting on the siren.
By the time they got there the place was deserted.
"Why didn't he burn everything?" Sanders asked
"He probably knew that there would be evidence but he doesn't think we'll ever catch him." The Doctor told him.
"Cocky isn't he." Sanders said.
But the Doctor didn't bother to answer since he was already looking for anything that would be incriminating. He found lesson plans. The Doctor looked through them they were for physics he saw a lot of transmitting and radio and then some rocket lessons. The Doctor already knew how he had done this. Professor Ramirez would have ordered materials and then would make bombs and fire starters. And this would cover in his defense if presented right. The Doctor hid the lesson plans under his trench coat.
"Find anything?" Sanders asked
"No" the Doctor lied.
"We'll keep looking there has to be something here." Sanders yelled.
The Doctor looked around and went into the master bedroom. He walked between the window and the bed and went under the bed. He found some shoes and slippers and a twenty. He shoved the stuff away and stood up. He heard the snap of a rifle being shot and hit the deck. The window exploded behind him milliseconds after he began his fall. The Doctor hit the floor and lay there with blood coming out of his head.
Ramirez had been in his hideout for twenty minutes before he figured out the cops were gonna go to his house. He called one of his henchmen and told them to go to his house with a rifle. the instructions were to kill the detective. he waited for an hour before he got a response just one word "Dead"