The team spent the next 45 minutes at the police station creating a diagram on a dry erase board of what they knew thus far. At the top of the board they listed the victims, printing out and adding pictures where the data was available. On the left, they had Martin, followed by the names of the victims killed in the apartment complex. Next, they put a picture that they found of Carly and Jared St. James at an award show that they had found on the internet.

Beneath this, this put the method in which the people were killed and the place.

Below this, they worked on a list of names of people who might have had motive to kill. They had nobody for the St. Jameses or the Apartment people, but they listed Sutter, Martin's son Alex who stood to inherit whatever piece of his empire that did not go to charity and the Airfield attendant just because he had access to the plane.

At the bottom, they wrote out the poem and tied the section of the poem to the victim chart according to whom it applied.

While Adrian, Natalie, and Carson looked at the chart, Preacher spoke with FBI Director Grier in Carson's office to let her know where the case stood.

"Are we sure the St. Jameses fulfill the part of two by sea? Their bodies were retrieved all the way over in Delaware. That's 3 hours from here." asked Natalie.

"I would say no, except for the report from the Coast Guard about their equipment, though I will admit I'm not sure how or if Carly St. James is related to Martin. Chief, can you Goggle Martin's TV show and see if she was ever a guest on it?"

"Google." said Natalie.

"That's what I said." said Adrian.

"No you didn't. You said Goggle. Goggles are something you put on your eyes when you go swimming." Natalie said.

"I don't go swimming." answered Adrian.

"I know. I know. You don't like to swim. But if you did swim, you would put on goggles to protect your eyes if you wanted to look under the water." said Natalie.

"Why would someone want to name their company after that?" said Adrian.

"Nevermind." she said. "Say it ….Gooooo Goooo Goooo."

"I'm not going to…" said Adrian as she grabbed his cheeks and began squeezing to make his mouth form the goo sound.

"Goo…Goo. Goo. Like the vowel U. Goo. Goo. Goo." Said Natalie.

"Goo..Goo..Goo…" said Adrian as Preacher walked in.

"I'm not even going to ask." said Preacher looking at the couple as if this was one of the most bizarre things he had seen.

"Listen, just got off the phone with Grier and it seems that there is footage of Martin and Sutter going towards Georgetown early evening the night of the crash." Said Preacher.

"What's in Georgetown?" asked Natalie.

"Martin's D.C. Residence. He had a $30,000,000 mansion on 28th Street. About the time that they would have had to leave, the footage shows them both in the car leaving together." said Preacher.

"Interesting." said Monk. "So was Sutter supposed to fly with Martin, or did he drop him off someplace? If so, where? And where is he today?"

"Too many questions." said Preacher. "Not enough answers."

"Well, here is one answer." said the Chief. "Looking up Carly St. James' filmography on Wikipedia, and it does appear that she was a guest on Martin's reality show two years ago."

"So there is a connection." said Natalie.

"Yeah. She was followed around while wearing a smart device that Martin was developing to try to help people know real time when some of their vital signs were showing issues. Hope was that with an early warning, people could avert some of the health issues that would later cause their deaths." said Chief.

"Like boating in the Atlantic?" said Adrian.

"For real." said Preacher. "Two years seems a bit remote to be making the connection. Any pictures of them together since? At a party? Charity event?"

"Nothing." said Chief.

"Well, let's draw the line from St. James to Martin anyway. At this point we need all the clues we can get." said Adrian, taking a yard stick and drawing very slowly a straight line, then erasing it, then redrawing it, then erasing it. "Natalie, could you hold the yardstick?" he asked.

"Honey, it doesn't have to be perfect." she said, holding the stick.

"I know, I know, It is good enough if I …. Well, actually, it does." he said, finishing the line. "Thank you, love."

He turned to Preacher and said, "I think we need to head over towards Georgetown and see if maybe there are any clues at the mansion."

"Sounds good." said Preacher. "Chief, please let us know if you find anything else. Thank you for your help thus far."

"No problem at all, Preacher. Glad to be of help." said Chief.


The team stopped for a bite to eat and then drove over to Martin's mansion. Sitting on prime property in one of D.C.'s nicest areas, Martin used the 8 bedroom mansion anytime he flew into town which was quite frequent given the various patents and grants he obtained from the nation's capitol.

When they arrived, they walked up to the front door and knocked. Instead of being greeted by a servant however, they found an open door.