Mac was starting to get a little claustrophobic. He sat up and pushed up on the door but it would not budge. He could not get any leverage to push much on the door but he knew it must be heavy anyway. He looked at the woman who was looking at him. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Stephanie."

"Do you go to the university?"

"Yes."

"We've been trying to find that guy. He had a network of tunnels and passageways that he used to…" Mac thought she probably did not want to hear all this. "I'm sorry." He could not panic. He had to stay calm to help this woman. She was in much worse shape than he was but he did not know how much longer he could stand the oil smell and the smell of decaying flesh and rat feces. He had been trying not to think about it but he thought it was getting stronger by the minute.

Mac rubbed his face and lay down on his back. The net was not very comfortable but it was better than being bitten by rats and watching that girl be tortured by them. How long would that guy leave them in there? Mac swallowed hard as he closed his eyes trying not to think about that. If he kept thinking about that, he would definitely get sick and panicky.

Jo and the others were trying to find the entrance to the sewer that would lead into the area where they had come to the dead end. She had contacted the city official in charge of these sewers and they had a map of the sewer tunnels. They had finally figured out where the entrance was…or exit in this case. "Anyone could have come out here," Jo said.

"But where did they go after that?" Danny asked as he looked around.

They saw the garage a few yards away from the tunnel and there was another business on the other side as well as several others. "There's no sign of tracks here," Danny said, "except what you would expect to see on a beach."

"Then we're going to ask some questions," Jo declared. "Something happened to Mac and Don and we're going to find them."

Jamie Lovato was there now so she went with Jo and Danny and Sheldon went the other direction. Danny and Sheldon went over to the garage. There were no lights on in the garage now. Danny looked in the window and shined his light in. "I can't see anything in there," he said. "But I don't see anyone either."

Sheldon tried the door. "It's locked," he said. "I guess we'll have to come back in the morning."

"How could someone get two men out of that sewer like that?"

"Maybe they had something to put them in and drag them."

"But there are no tracks or drag marks."

"Yeah, but this is sand. It shifts all the time and it's easy to cover up tracks in the sand."

Danny nodded. "You're right, and the sand was dry so it wouldn't show."

Danny wrote down the address of the garage. "We have to figure out who owns this garage," he said. "Adam's out of the lab now so there's no one there to do the search."

"I heard Adam was proposing tonight," Sheldon replied. "You wouldn't interrupt that, would you?"

"Me?" Danny dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.

Sheldon shook his head and began searching around the garage door but he did not see anything that looked like evidence…certainly nothing that looked like it came off of Mac or Don.

Danny came over to Sheldon. "Adam didn't answer," he said. "He's supposed to answer when the office calls."

"Danny, he probably didn't even take the phone with him. Mac gave him the night off."

"You're right. I can't blame him."

Jo and Jamie were not having much more luck. Everything was closed now and of course, there was no one on the beach at this hour. "There must be someone around here who has seen something strange going on," Jo said.

"But who?" Jamie asked. "Maybe they're all strange."

"No, there has to be something that this guy is doing that would be out of the ordinary because he's carrying people out of this sewer. Someone has to notice someone going in and out of the sewer."

"Maybe he didn't carry them all in the sewer. The victim we have wasn't kidnapped in the dorm."

"He took her car…" Jo looked back down the beach toward the garage. "That must be it. He took her car because he could just take it right into the garage."

They headed back down the beach to where Danny and Sheldon were. "I think this is it," Jo said. "He could have just taken the victim's car right into the garage and no one would know that he wasn't working on the car."

Danny looked at the garage. "There's no car in there now," he said. "If he has another victim, he didn't take her car."

"No one at that dorm would notice anyone missing right now because they think everyone's gone for the holidays."

"Yeah, but someone ought to know if they're not where they belong."

"Unless this guy is doing what we thought he was doing and listening in to find out who was staying and who wasn't. He could have grabbed her knowing that she was not planning to go out of town for the holidays and then no one would know she didn't leave."

"Why?"

"Maybe he snuck into her dorm room and grabbed her there. He could take her up through that passage and no one would ever know it."

Danny considered that. "You're right about that," he said. "And then he would take her right down into the sewer and out to…where?"

"I think it's this garage," Jo said. "Remember? The victim had traces of oil and grease in and on her."

"You're right. We have to have a warrant."

"I'll get one."

Mac looked at his watch which seemed incredibly bright in the oil pit. It was after 9 pm now and he was starting to get cold. There was no heat in this place except the heat of their bodies and he had put his coat around Stephanie. She was sleeping now. He had wished he had something to treat her wounds with but he had nothing. He had just tried to make her as comfortable as he could. And where was Don? He wanted out of this place so he could find him too.

Just as Mac thought he would fall asleep, he heard something. Everything had been silent until now, and he thought he heard the garage door opening. It was a faint sound with the tight hydraulic seal of this door on the oil pit. He wondered if that guy was coming back, and what was he planning to do?

Mac knew he could do nothing if that guy was coming back. He had no leverage in this net and he could not jump out of the oil pit. He waited to see what would happen and then he heard faint voices and he did not think it was…he was surprised to hear…

"Danny!" Mac yelled. "Danny!"

Danny, Jo, Sheldon and Jamie were inside the garage looking around. "I hope we can find something that connects this garage to that murder," Danny said.

"I think we will if we keep looking," Jo replied.

"Hey, did you hear something?" Sheldon asked.

They all got quiet and could hear something that sounded like a faint pounding noise and then they thought they heard someone yelling. "Where's that coming from?" Jamie asked.

They all began to move toward the other side of the garage and could see that the oil pit was closed. "It's coming from in there," Danny said.

"Open it!" Jo said.

Danny found the lever that opened the oil pit and shoved it up. The door on the oil pit started rising and they were shocked to see Mac along with a young woman lying in a net. Mac was so relieved, he had to relax a moment. "Get her out of here," he said and got the woman up. She was awake now. "You're going to be alright," Mac assured her.

They got the woman out and then helped Mac out. He pointed at the oil pit. "That's where he kept his victim's until they died," he said. He glared around the garage. "Where's Don?"

"We haven't found him yet," Jo replied. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. He hit me on the head but…let's find Don."

Mac moved away from the oil pit. "Don! Don, are you in here?"

They did not hear anything but then they noticed a long tool box that was sitting beside the wall. Mac hurried over to it and opened it. Don was in there and he was unconscious. "Don!" Mac exclaimed. He checked for a pulse and found one.

They got Don out of the tool box and laid him on the floor. Sheldon began an examination. "He's out cold," he said. "Probably has a concussion."

Mac stood up and glared around the place. "He did this to escape," he said. "He knew we were getting close to him."

"Now, where will he go?" Jo asked.

"Wherever he goes, he won't be able to stop. He'll kill again."

"There were no women reported missing from the college."

"That girl's name is Stephanie," Mac said. "She's from that dorm. He must have known she wasn't planning to go out of town and no one would miss her."

"Oh, I would hate to know my child wasn't coming home for Christmas."

Mac rubbed his forehead. He still did not feel very well. That guy had hit him pretty hard. "I didn't see his face," he said. "He wore that mask the whole time. I don't know about the woman whether she saw him or not."

"Maybe she can tell us later. Right now, you have to get checked out to make sure you're okay too."

Mac did not protest when the ambulance arrived. He wished they could have caught that guy. He was trying to think of anything about him that would stand out but all he had seen were his green eyes. "He has to be associated with that college," Mac said.

"How do you know?" Jo asked.

"How else would he know about those passages and tunnels and how would he know them so well? He knew exactly where he was going."

"Well, we're going to find out who owns this garage and find out what he has to say about where he has been all day."

"I want to hear that myself."

Don was taken to the hospital and Mac was too, although he did not want to go. A doctor examined Mac and found that he did have a slight concussion. "You need rest," the doctor said.

Mac sighed. "I'll get some rest," he replied. "I want to know how Don is."

"His situation is another story. He's going to be admitted to the hospital."

Don was awake but he was disoriented. "Oh, you're so beautiful," he said as Jamie came into his ER room. "We should take a vacation together."

Jamie could tell he was out of it. "Where to?" she asked.

"Hawaii." Don almost closed his eyes.

"Hey, don't go to sleep now," Jamie said trying to keep him awake.

"My head hurts."

"It's a good thing you have a hard head."

"Why is everything so blurry?"

"You were hit on the head, Don. Don't you remember that?"

Don was quiet a moment. "I don't know," he said.

"You remember being in the sewer?"

Don shook his head. "I don't…"

Jamie figured he would remember everything later. Maybe he had seen something Mac had not seen. They could only hope. She was not certain that the killer was the one who actually owned the garage. Why would the owner do something like that knowing that they would eventually get caught? Then again, she supposed no one committed a crime expecting to get caught.

Mac got out of the hospital soon and he had a bandage around his head. He could tell his brain was a little foggy but he did not want to stay in the hospital. Jo was driving him home. "I'll call you if anything happens," she said. "You need to rest."

"Jo, I don't want to rest right now," Mac declared. "I want to be at the office. I can sit there just as well as I can sit at home."

"But you won't be resting."

"I won't be resting at home either. I'll be sitting there wondering what's going on."

"Oh, you are the most stubborn man I have ever seen."

"I have to be stubborn."

Jo gave in and took him to the office. Danny yawned as he walked out of the lab. Mac knew everyone was tired and they needed rest. He stopped and thought a moment. They had to figure this out or the guy would have time to run before they figured out who he was. "Did you find out who owns the garage?" Mac asked.

"Yeah," Danny replied. "They're bringing him in now. How's Flack?"

"He'll be alright. He's still out of it."

Mac thought a moment. "I can't believe the guy who owns the garage would just be at home so we could bring him in," he said. "There has to be more to this."

"We need to talk to that woman as soon as we can," Jo said. "I'll go down there to the hospital and wait for her to come around. I just have to get some things first."

"Make sure they do the rape kit."

"I'll supervise it myself."

Mac looked at Danny. "I want to know when they bring that guy in," he said. "I want to see him myself."

"Okay," Danny replied.

Mac went to his office. He rubbed his forehead as he sat down. He still had a headache but he did not feel dizzy anymore. He wanted to see that suspect no matter how he was feeling. He wanted to see the man's eyes. He thought he would recognize those evil eyes.