Henry stood in front of the whiteboard silently. A copy of the photo plus the note had been stuck up for everyone to see. He ignored the bustle happening behind him as half the police department worked on finding Shawn.

When Karen had phoned him an hour earlier the last thing he expected was to hear that his only son had been kidnapped and was being held as collateral for couple of hooligans ready to blow up half of Santa Barbara.

He didn't remember hanging up on Karen and dialling Gus' number but he must have because Gus had managed to arrive at the station just before him.

His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth and his whole back ached with an uneasy tension. His eyes couldn't avoid the photo of his son. The blood on his forehead from a head injury and a bloody nose spoke of beating or two and he rubbed his wrists, as if it were him that were taped up. He looked dirty and tired and the look in his eyes told Henry he knew how much trouble he was in.

He felt someone come up and stand beside him and he didn't need to look to know it was Gus.

"How are you doing?" The young man asked.

Henry turned towards Gus. "Wishing it was me and not Shawn," Henry admitted.

"Then he'd be here looking for you."

"Yeah." He plucked the photo from the board, "But he'd see some detail in the background and find a location faster than I ever could." Henry rubbed a thumb over the photo. "I don't see anything," he growled in frustration.

"Has the lab found anything off the letter yet?"

Henry shook his head, "These guys are too clever for that."

Gus nodded dumbly. He was never good in situations like these; he never seemed to know the right words to say.

"They'll find him."

"Before or after they send us one of his fingers in a box?" Henry snapped.

Gus turned queasy at the thought. "I was just-"

"I know Gus." Henry placed a large hand on Gus' shoulder "Thanks."

"Henry, Mr Guster," Karen interrupted their moment with a wave of her hand, beckoning them into her office. The pair gave each other a look before following the Chief. They sat down into the two empty chairs, barely acknowledging the presence of Lassiter and Juliet.

"We know Shawn's bike was missing from his apartment," Juliet began, "so we had patrol car's on the lookout for it. We finally found it abandoned at a gas station on route 5 out of Santa Barbara."

Gus frowned, "That's on the outskirts of the city, what was his bike doing there?"

This time Lassiter spoke, "We found a bag with the bike; it contained clothes, money and a few other belongings."

Henry looked to Gus "He was skipping out on us," he realised.

"But why?"

"Think about it Gus, you lay into him, them I have a go at him-"

"We weren't exactly nice to him yesterday either," Juliet admitted.

"He thinks the world is out to get him, so he does the only thing he knows how to do in that situation."

"Runs," Gus finishes.

Lassiter cleared his throat, "We have security camera footage from the gas station." He picked up the remote and pressed play. Five heads turned towards the television screen and watched as Shawn's bike pulled into the gas station. The fuzzy black and white video showed Shawn filling up the bike before something off camera caught his attention. Gus could just about see a smile on his face as he leaves his bike and walks off screen.

"That's it?" Henry asked.

"It's an out of the way gas station with barely any business to keep it running let alone crime. I'm surprised they even had a camera," Lassiter explained.

"Explains why his bike wasn't stolen," Juliet added, "It's being transported back here as we speak," She added.

"So what happens now?" Gus asked. It was hard being the least qualified person in the room.

"There's not a lot we can do," Karen explained, "We have no idea where the bombers have taken Shawn. All we can do is be on high alert, we have increased police presence at the airport and train stations, bomb sniffing dogs out and about in highly populated areas and Shawn's picture distributed around Santa Barbara and the surrounding areas in case anyone has seen him."

"The bombers will need to make contact again to give us a drop off point for their money, we might be able to get more from that," Lassiter reassured.

"It's not enough!" Henry rose from his chair "My son is tied up somewhere, hurt and alone! If he was here right now-"

"Well he's not, is he!" Lassiter opened his mouth before thinking about it.

Henry turned red from anger and clenched his fists tightly until his fingers turned white. "Mr Spencer," Gus spoke.

"I'm going outside for some air before I do something I'll regret," Henry snarled before storming out of the room.

"Could you have been any less tactful?" Gus asked Lassiter before following Henry.