Chapter 4

Getting back into the country had not been difficult, a few decent forgeries, and he was back on U.S. soil. He had fallen asleep on the plane. But the ride had been anything but peaceful. He kept having nightmares. He would wake up in a cold sweat and realize that they had not been nightmares. Kate had pointed a gun at him. She had pulled the trigger, and she had left him for dead in Puerto Rico. Neal put his hand to his chest, his actual, constant reminder of his ordeal. He shook some pain pills out of the bottle he had stolen and dry-swallowed them. He again leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. He would not another chance to rest until all this was over.

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Peter's mind was racing. The agents checking up on Elle and June had come back empty-handed. He had had to act fast now that Elle and June were confirmed missing. He just hoped it would all work. Or at least buy the FBI time to find them.

Cruse ran into Peter's office. "OPR finally gave up the names Angela Martin and Matt Jacobs," She said handing the file to Peter. "…complete histories, education, passports; the whole thing. They were beyond thorough on this."

Peter nodded as he took the folder. "An air-tight cover."

Jones stuck his head in Peter's door. "Our guys just touched down in Puerto Rico. And Kate's hangouts are covered."

Peter nodded. He held the folder out for Jones. "Give them whatever they need."

Jones came in, took the folder. He nodded and left the room.

Cruse then handed Peter a set of keys. "The storage locker…" She stated. "…filled with Neal's 'priceless' art."

Peter nodded taking the keys. "The trap is set. Now all we have to do is wait for the rat."

"But priceless art…in a commercial storage unit?" Cruse questioned. "Isn't that…?

"Obvious?" Peter replied. "Sure that's why nobody would suspect it. It's just Neal's style."

"Shouldn't she have called back by now?" Cruse asked.

"I would have thought so, too." Peter admitted. "I…."

"We'll find them, Boss." Cruse said as she left the room.

Peter sat down at his desk. He…stared at the phone, willing it to ring. He had no way to go with this. Mozzie had apparently gone underground. He could not find him. His street contacts were coming up empty. But at least Kate didn't have him. That was a good thing. Peter was concerned the Mozzie didn't know about Neal. And Peter wanted to be the one to confirm things, one way or the other. Plus, he needed Mozzie's help to get word to Kate about the storage locker.

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"Suit." Mozzie said as soon as Peter answered his phone.

"Mozzie?" Peter replied, shocked. He had not been expecting to be the one contacted.

"I have heard disturbing things about my friend." Mozzie said referring to Neal. "Are they true?"

"Our people just landed in Puerto Rico, no word yet." Peter admitted.

"You do have a plan." Mozzie replied.

"Of course." Peter said.

"What's my part?" Mozzie asked.

"Get the 'word' out to Kate about Neal's stash." Peter explained.

"Where and what is this 'stash'?"

"Neal's paintings and sculptures in a storage locker in Queens." Pete replied.

"Wow Mr. Suit, a most brilliant plan in its simplicity. The irony is just…surreal." Mozzie stated. "I would be pleased to spread the word."

There was a momentarily silence. "Oh and Suit, for me and for Neal, whatever you do to her, make it extra painful."

Peter smiled. "My pleasure."

TBC