Olivia rang the buzzer again at the home of Agnes Finch. She knew it was early, but she needed this information. Peter was counting on it.
After the third or fourth buzz, Olivia finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. Then, an old lady in a housecoat opened the door a crack.
Olivia flashed her badge. "Mrs. Finch? Olivia Dunham. I'm with the FBI."
Agnes peered at Olivia's badge, unlatching the door to let her in. "FBI? What's this about, then?" Agnes asked, waving Olivia into a living room to sit on a chair.
"It's about the call you made to the police earlier tonight," Olivia said. "Can you tell me more about the fight you saw?"
Agnes nodded. "Yes, two men were fighting practically just outside my window. I don't sleep so well when it's this cold outside - these old bones give me trouble - so I was just sitting here drinking a cup of tea when I heard them."
"Were you able to see either of the men? Any distinguishing features?" Olivia asked.
"It's awfully dark out there, I couldn't see much. There were two of them - one was bigger, and he had on a big old overcoat," Agnes said. She paused, thinking for a moment. "Just a minute, you wait right here."
Olivia wondered what Agnes was doing. The older woman returned with a pad of paper.
"The big man - he was driving a car I didn't recognize. I took down the license plate, just in case, you know," Agnes said. She handed the pad to Olivia.
Olivia took down the numbers in her own notebook. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Finch. This will really help."
Agnes smiled proudly. "The neighbors think I'm nosy, you know. But I knew someday it would come in handy."
The death of the thousand cuts, Peter thought. When Big Eddie had returned, he had brought knives and some implements Peter didn't want to think about to hard with him. Eddie had opened Peter's shirt, making sometimes smaller, sometimes deeper cuts here and there.
"What do you know about the Pedro Montabon case?" Eddie had asked. Of course Peter knew nothing, but Big Eddie didn't care. There had been a deep cut that time.
This repeated itself with other cases, other names. Peter was somewhat smug that Eddie hadn't yet brought up a Fringe case - at least, not any Fringe case he had ever heard of. Eddie may have his sources, but even they had their limits.
"Bishop, you bore me," Big Eddie said. He stabbed the knife into Peter's side, making Peter cry out with pain. "And you know I can't stand being bored."
Sometime just after sunrise, Olivia and some other agents were outside the home of the man known as "Snake," or more formally, Rodrick Tanger. The agency databases had quickly recovered the man's address, but that had turned out to be a former residence. Luckily, the new occupant had talked pretty quickly when faced with an angry FBI agent, and they had been assured that this new address was Tanger's new place of residence.
"Rodrick Tanger? FBI!" Oliva called. When there was no answer, she kicked in the door.
Oliva searched the small living room and kitchenette. Then, she heard a call from the back of the house. She ran back to a back bedroom, where agents had Tanger pinned and handcuffed.
"Rodrick Tanger, we've got you on the kidnapping of a federal agent," Olivia said. "In fact, the agent you kidnapped was my partner. So, you can tell us where you took him or -" she turned to look at the other agents, then back to Tanger - "you can ride alone with me all the way back to headquarters."
Peter knew he was coming to the end of Big Eddie's patience. Eddie was getting more and more violent as his temper ran out. Maybe Olivia wouldn't get there in time - maybe this was the end.
"I have just about had it with you, Bishop," Big Eddie said, delivering a blow to Peter's right kneecap. "Are you going to tell me something, so I can give you an easy death, or are you going to make it hard on yourself?"
Peter couldn't stop himself from answering this one. "Eddie, come on, you wound me. I'm through with taking the easy way out."
Big Eddie sneered, picking up another knife. "Then you really have changed," he said.
"Eddie Callahan! FBI, drop your weapon!" Came the sweetest shout Peter had ever heard. Olivia and the cavalry had finally arrived. But Eddie was too enraged at this point, and he brought the knife in an arc towards Peter's chest.
Then, there was the bang of Olivia's gun, and Big Eddie lay at Peter's feet. Olivia ran towards Peter. She scooted Big Eddie's body out of her way with a foot.
"Hey. About time -" but Peter couldn't finish his sentence. Eddie's knife had ended up in his lower left chest, and his breathing was suffering.
"Shhh, you're gonna be okay," Olivia said. She crossed in back of him. "Get the EMTs in here now," she called into her radio. Then, she uncuffed his hands.
Peter couldn't do much more than attempt a nod. Olivia's voice asking him to stay with her was the last thing he heard before he finally slipped into unconsciousness.