The tires of the Jag squealed unmercifully as Ezra raced down the mountain toward the town center. He managed to call in on his cell phone while negotiating the hairpin turns and JD picked up and hit the speaker. "Tell me you heard all of that," Ezra said in a tight voice as he fought for control of the car as well as his emotions.

"You were gonna set us up," JD accused him and his voice broke like a pre-pubescent teenager's.

"I don't have time for this! We need a court order to get into a safety deposit box, now."

"I'm assuming you have a key but do you know for which bank?" Chris asked as he took the cell phone from JD and continued to pace.

"There are only a few in town and I'm sure with a little coercion someone can tell you whether Mannon Lackland has ever been a customer." As Ezra spoke he noticed the headlights of the vehicle following him and snorted derisively. Given the right terrain the Range Rover HSE could make it to town as the crow flies but having to follow the twisting roads of the development, the jag, with it 5.0 liter V8 supercharged 510 HP engine, just left them in the dust.

Josiah put a call in to Judge Orin Travis waking him from a sound sleep and the federal court judge made his way to his study to work up a court order.

Nathan put a call into ATF headquarters to obtain the personal and emergency numbers of the bank managers while Chris and Buck left to pick up Vin before they headed to town to rendezvous with Ezra.

"He was gonna set us up," JD repeated from his place at the kitchen table.

"Son," Josiah sighed, "How was he gonna set us up when he knew we were listening to his every word? Ezra can be a lot of thing, some of them pretty unsavory at times but he would never turn his back on us. He chose us over Lackland's wife and she evidently means a lot to him."

JD nodded and sat back to pondered the complexities of life and love.

Buck drove the Expedition slowly down the road toward the mansion looking for any sign of the sharpshooter while Chris was being patched through to the bank managers via the ATF office. Vin suddenly appeared in the headlights, rifle in hand, causing Buck to slam on the brakes flinging them both forward. "Damn," he swore, "He's like a frigging ghost!"

"What's up?" Vin asked as he opened the back passenger door and jumped inside, "I just saw Ez tear outta here like a bat outta hell followed by Lackland's boys." Vin wrapped the scope of his rifle in a discarded tee shirt and stowed the firearm in the back.

"He's on his way downtown. Got his hands on a safety deposit box key," Buck told him over Chris' voice as he barked angrily at the bank manager of Wells Fargo. The man, evidently not in a receptive mood after being awakened in the middle of the night, was finally convinced to get his ass to the bank or face arrest for obstructing justice.

Slapping the cell phone closed Chris wondered about the key and hoped that this had been part of Ezra's plan all along - to get to Lackland through his wife. He needed to be able to trust his undercover agent in order to keep him a part of his team. He wanted to vindicate his recruitment of a supposedly "dirty" FBI agent to those at ATF who had and still thought it a reckless move on his part. He had seen something in the southerner that he hoped was still there - integrity - and he decided to hold off on any further judgment until the op was over.

A guard stood outside of the bank Chris had told him was Mannon Lackland's and knocking him aside, Ezra ran to the vault where the manager waited, the bank's key to box number seven already inserted into the top lock. Ezra slipped his into the other keyhole and turned and the locks tumbled.

The manager opened the doors and pulled out the large box and placed it on the table in the private viewing room. Ezra lifted the lid and found a large amount of cash, assorted papers and a few velvet jewelry boxes from some of the very best jewelers in the world. Exactly the sort of items one would expect to find, he began pulling them out and wondered why she had given him the key. Did she want him to have this, her worldly possessions?

Ezra knew she must have had more of a reason and, lifting the jewelry boxes out and opening them one by one, he finally he found what he had been looking for - a platinum, heart shaped pendant. The manager recognized it as a finely crafted and extremely pricey piece of jeweler but Ezra recognized it's true value, a diamond encrusted flash drive. He grabbed it and walked out of the room into the lobby just as Josiah, Nathan and JD were coming in.

"JD!" Ezra called to the young man and held up the pendant on its platinum chain, "Boot one of these computers up."

JD took one look at the pendant and smiled. He'd heard of thumb drives coming in every size and shape, including one that looked like an actual thumb but he'd never seen one shaped like a heart and covered in real diamonds. The young agent slid deftly into the chair in front of the nearest desk and switched on the computer. It took him a few moments to find the catch release and when he pulled it the heart split in half revealing the USB connector. He plugged it in and the others huddled around the desk, staring in anticipation at the screen.

After assigning Vin and Buck to secure the parameter of the bank, Chris joined the others as the screen flickered to life. There was no password, no encryption code to break, just information. Information on every drug and gun deal Lackland had ever put together. He was meticulous in his record keeping while his wife was just as meticulous when it came to copying and storing the information.

"God, is this man anal or what?" Nathan asked as he watched the detailed information scroll up the screen.

This was information ATF, DEA, FBI and Interpol would all be very interested in and Ezra straightened up, satisfied with what he had seen. Everything they needed was there, names, places, dates and the money trail. All they needed to put the final nail in Lackland's coffin was someone to flip on him. They needed his wife.

"You need to have Judge Travis sign and fax a search warrant for Lackland's residence here," Ezra suggested as he headed for the door, "Have him date it yesterday."

Before he could make it out the door, Chris grabbed him by the arm. "We have to do this by the book," he reminded the undercover agent.

"Fuck the book. If the warrant doesn't get here in time, I resign and you can charge me with first degree murder," Ezra said and tried to shake his arm free.

"Get a vest," was all Chris told him before finally letting him go.

"The Judge says the signed warrant will be here in a few minutes," Josiah said, his ear still pressed to his cell.

"Wait for it, then take JD home," Chris told the profiler then turned to JD. "When you get back to the house transfer all the intel on the drive to SAC Dunlop ASAP," Chris said then reminded him, "Delete every detail from this computer before you leave."

"Right, boss," JD said as he heard the jag pull away from the curb, tires again screaming.

"I got him into a vest and gave him my colt," Vin told Chris when the senior agent came out of the bank.

Leaving Josiah and Nathan behind to make sure JD arrived back at the surveillance house in one piece, Chris, Vin and Buck donned flack jackets and followed Ezra back toward Lackland's estate but not before alerting the local police department as to the location of the Range Rover and the suspicious looking men inside.