Hawke was pleased to see a British Intelligence agent he recognised as he disembarked from Airwolf on the hotel helipad. Harry Carmichael was a good man who had once saved Hawke's life. He helped Hawke from Airwolf and shook hands.

'It's good to see you. I just wish it was under different circumstances.' Carmichael said.

Hawke waved at his companions. 'You remember Caitlin?'

'Of course.' Carmichael shook hands with her quickly before turning to the pale man standing beside her. 'And you must be Archangel?'

'Any news on my daughter?' Michael asked urgently as the men began walking across the roof to the stairwell.

'No. I'm sorry.' Carmichael shook his head. 'None. We found the body of a room service waiter in one of the hotel storerooms. It looks like she was drugged. The remains of the food were laced with a heavy, fast working sedative. The autopsy we rushed through on the young man found dead in the bathroom revealed that he had very little in his stomach; orange juice, some bread, but there were traces of the same sedative.'

'So?' Michael asked impatiently.

'We think the food was drugged to incapacitate them both.' Carmichael continued smoothly as he led them down a corridor bustling with police and plain clothes officers Hawke tagged as other agents. 'Your daughter was evidently targeted. They knew where she was and that she wasn't alone. As soon as the sedative took effect, they came in, retrieved her and shot the boyfriend.'

Carmichael didn't see Michael flinch at the term but Hawke did. None of them had known Angelina had been seeing someone.

'The hotel has security cameras.' Carmichael continued. 'We've got a laundry trolley being seen leaving the building with unknown personnel at approximately seven this morning; camera caught them loading the trolley into the back of a non-descript blue van. The registration details were traced back to a stolen Ford Escort so dead end. Maid found the body at nine.'

'They would have switched vehicles anyway.' Michael muttered.

'That's our thought.' Carmichael agreed. He stopped outside an open hotel room and pointed at it. 'This is it. We've left it as we found it apart from removing the body but we're going to need to remove everything for evidence so please; don't touch anything.'

Michael pushed his way past Carmichael and entered.

Hawke sent Carmichael an apologetic look before he went in after the spy. The room was a mess; the residue of forensic dust and debris was evident.

Michael stood frozen. 'My God.'

Caitlin patted his arm absently as she walked past their friend and Hawke followed her to the bathroom. His heart pounded uncomfortably at the pool of dried blood and outline of the body in the shower. He pushed past his fear for Angelina and focused on the bathroom. The shower stall with the opened soap and small complimentary bottles almost used; the toothbrushes side by side at the sink; the towels stacked on the shelf…the discarded robe behind the door. He frowned. His wife was examining the toiletries on the bathroom counter using a pen to look through the contents of a cosmetics bag without touching the contents.

'What do you think?' Hawke asked quietly.

Caitlin turned back to her husband and gestured at the room. 'The grab was planned meticulously. The good news is that whoever has Angelina wanted her alive.'

'Otherwise she would have been shot alongside…' Hawke waved at the chalk outline. He couldn't remember if they'd been told the boy's name. 'Was he in on it?'

'Hard to say.' Caitlin crossed her arms over the lilac uniform. 'All the food was drugged so as Carmichael says that suggests that they meant to incapacitate both of them but he evidently planned a shower rather than to eat with her. He could have had the juice and toast as a bluff to make her think the food was OK and he could have been double-crossed.' She sighed. 'Or he could just be an innocent in all this.'

'How do we think it played out?' Hawke asked, changing the subject.

'They got up; she showered first. There's a robe and towels missing.' Caitlin commented.

Hawke nodded; he'd noticed the same.

'He ordered room service; it arrived and she sat down to eat while he showered.' Caitlin continued. 'She must have realised something was wrong, maybe cried out. The smashed plate suggests she tried to leave the table before she lost consciousness but the noise of the shower in here probably covered any disturbance in the bedroom.'

'Maybe the TV was on back there too.' Hawke suggested.

'Maybe.' Caitlin nodded. 'That would explain why he was still in the shower when he was shot.'

'He didn't hear them coming.' Hawke sighed. 'Sedative in the juice slowed his reactions.'

'They knew how long it would take for the sedative to take effect.' Caitlin mused out loud. 'As soon as the time was up they came in, grabbed Angelina and placed her in the linen trolley…'

'No-one would think it was strange.' Hawke realised. 'Just cleaners moving in early on a room.'

'Right.' Caitlin nodded. 'They shot the boyfriend probably with a silencer attached as no shots were heard and left.'

'Made their getaway.' Hawke grimaced. 'Come on.'

Michael was staring at the dressing table. He gestured for them to join him and pointed at the strip of photos attached to the mirror. 'Did either of you know about him?'

'Not me.' Hawke said firmly.

'Me either.' Caitlin shook her head.

'She's wearing an engagement ring.' Michael pointed out tersely. 'In the photos.' He whirled abruptly and stalked out.

Hawke and Caitlin exchanged a worried look and she patted her husband's arm. 'I'll stay here and take another look around. See if we missed anything.'

He nodded and left her to it. Caitlin's background as a cop made her a good choice to continue their investigation such as it was. He paused in the corridor.

Carmichael waved at him. 'He headed back up to the roof.'

'Thanks.' Hawke said. 'For everything.'

Carmichael nodded. 'We'll continue tying up the details here but I would think whoever grabbed her has already left the country.'

'Yeah.' Hawke agreed sadly. He turned and walked back along the corridor. He found Michael by Airwolf. The spy was leaning heavily on the side of the helicopter.

'Michael.' Hawke said softly.

'Am I that bad a father?' Michael blurted out.

'No.'

Michael turned back at the single word answer. 'Just no?'

'She's a twenty year old woman testing her wings, Michael.' Hawke said by way of explanation.

'Why didn't she tell me?' Michael said, pacing away.

Hawke didn't answer; he figured Michael already knew what he would say. Angelina probably hadn't told any of them because she didn't want her boyfriend under the microscope. Michael would have run a check and Hawke knew he would have flown out to look the guy in the eye even if Michael had restrained himself.

Michael stumbled to a halt by Airwolf's nose and looked at Hawke panicked. 'What are we going to do?'

'We're going to get her back.' Hawke said forcefully.

Michael held his gaze. 'Is that a promise?'

'It's a promise.' Hawke kept his gaze on Michael's good eye.

Michael nodded sharply.

Footsteps had them turning to greet Caitlin. She was carrying a beige folder and she waved to them with it as she approached.

'Carmichael gave me everything they have.' Caitlin said. She took a deep breath. 'In all honesty, I think we would be better heading back home.'

'Angelina…' Michael began furiously.

'Michael,' Caitlin interrupted him, 'everything points to Angelica being abducted.'

'Yes so…'

'So, they have a purpose in taking her.' Caitlin pointed out gently, the wind ruffling her hair into disarray.

'Airwolf.' Michael realised with a sigh.

'Or a ransom or some other thing they think you can give them.' Caitlin agreed. 'They'll be in touch, Michael.'

'And in the meantime there's no point us hanging around here.' Hawke said. 'Whoever's got her's long gone.'

'There must be someway to track them down.' Michael said passionately.

'Carmichael's got his guys running down every private flight that logged a flight plan since seven this morning,' Caitlin confirmed, 'but Michael…'

'I know, I know.' Michael thumped Airwolf's armour. 'They were organised and they probably didn't log a flight plan.'

'Look,' Caitlin said, taking a step toward him and laying a hand on his arm, 'I really think we will be able to do more if…'

'If we're back at home.' Michael concluded. He looked at Hawke who raised an eyebrow; it was Michael's call. 'OK.'

They all climbed back into the helicopter.

'I called Marella.' Caitlin said as she took her old place at the engineer's console. 'She's arranging for a fuel pick-up and she's also going to talk to Chrissy.'

'Chrissy?' Michael turned back to look at her as he took his own seat.

'Angelina may not have confided in us,' Caitlin pointed out, 'but it would be unusual if she hadn't confided in a girl friend so…'

'So you think she talked to Chrissy.' Michael nodded. 'Good call.'

'Carmichael know we're leaving?' Hawke asked as he started the engines. He felt the reassuring thud of the rotors.

'I told him we'd get out of his way.' Caitlin confirmed. She checked the systems. 'We're showing green back here.'

'Let's go.' Hawke said, raising the helicopter from the ground in a seamless vertical move. 'As soon as we're clear give me turbos.'

'You got it.' Caitlin said.

An instant later, they were flying back home.