"Oh, my! Ooohh my..." Tara grinned widely, shaking her head.

"Finding anything juicy in there?" Jack asked from across the room.

"Mmm-hmm!" Tara smiled, endlessly typing away on her computer.

"Well, I think I'll go grab something from the vending machine." Myles said, and made his way to the door. Levi barked cheerfully.

"He's asking if you could grab him a bag of Cheetos." Sue teased.

"Only if he's paying me for room service." Myles said. Levi moaned. Sue laughed.

"Just get it, Myles. I'll pay you for it." She smiled.

"Oh," Myles raised his eyebrows. "In that case..." and he walked out.

"It's turning out more and more beautiful, boys and girls." Tara announced. Lucy touched Sue's shoulder to direct her attention to Tara, then stood behind the computer genius. Bobby stared at her warmly, with a full smile on his face and didn't pay any attention to the apple in his hand he was peeling.

"What have you got?" Jack asked.

"Aaaggcckk!" Bobby gasped, and everyone turned to look at him. He was wincing with his eyes squeezed shut and clenching his teeth. He was tightly gripping his left wrist. His left hand was bleeding! His friends ran over to him.

"You okay?" Sue asked with worry.

"That's a pointless question." Lucy said behind her. "Someone get a dish towel...quickly!"

"Bobby?" Jack probed, touching his friend's shoulder. Bobby pursed his lips and rolled his eyes.

"I...I cut myself." He groaned.

"It's gonna be okay." Tara said softly, touching his other shoulder. "You'll be all right." Bobby secretly felt very comforted with her nearby. Levi nudged Lucy's arm and he had a white towel hanging from his mouth.

"Thanks, buddy." Lucy said, and wrapped it around Bobby's injured hand, pressing on it to make the bleeding stop.

"Does it hurt a lot, Bobby?" Jack asked.

"Not really." Bobby shook his head, but he was growing pale.

"Jack, he needs to go to the hospital." Sue said sadly. Jack nodded in agreement.

"Come on, I'll take you." He said, trying to help his friend up.

"I'm...I'm fine." Bobby shook his head again.

"Take another look at that snow white cotton, my friend." Lucy said firmly, pointing down to the towel. It was soaked with blood. "That smear isn't ketchup! You're going!" Bobby rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Here, I'll help you, Jack." Tara spoke up, gently holding Bobby's left arm and the two of them gingerly helped Bobby out the door.

"We'll be there!" Sue called. "Poor Bobby." She said wistfully. "What are you doing?"

"Finding the map directions to Community General Hospital." Lucy answered, typing on Tara's laptop. "Then, we're going to finish her spy game on White's credit card line. After that, we'll go see how poor Bobby is doing."

"Don't tell me you already have the directions." Sue raised her eyebrows.

"Yep!" Lucy smirked in victory, quickly scribbling them down on a piece of paper. "Levi, here, boy. Here, run this to Jack! Hurry!" She slipped the paper between Levi's teeth and as Sue opened the door for him, he scurried out. Myles stumbled back into the hotel suite.

"Why don't you ever teach him to watch out for pedestrians?" He muttered, slightly limping.

"He was on an emergency mission." Lucy growled. Myles furrowed his brows.


"Okay, thanks." Steve sighed. He and Dimitrius were at the fifth cab company they'd visited in the past hour. They were now getting ready to leave again.

"Well, at least this time we found something." Dimitrius said.

"Not much." Steve shook his head. "If only we could find his blasted hideout! No billing address, nothing."

"Which means he's probably staying on the move." D added. "Hey, I bet you twenty to one that Tara finds some very juicy tidbits with her research."

"You really think so?" Steve asked skeptically, but with hope and curiosity.

"You underestimate her, Lt. Sloan." Dimitrius grinned, shaking his head. "You wouldn't believe the many amazing things she's done on the job. Frankly, it kind of leaves us of the male species in the dust, but the team wouldn't be the same without her."

Steve slightly chuckled. "Sounds a lot like my father. You've got some brilliant sleuths on your task force, don't you? Where did you find them all?"

"Oh, from all over." D shrugged. "Some of them actually found us."

"Hmm." Steve nodded. "Okay, I'll bet. Twenty dollars says that Agent Williams doesn't find an address."

"You're on." D raised his eyebrows. "And I bet you that she finds something just as good if not better than an address."

"It's a bet." Steve grinned slyly. Just then, Dimitrius's cell phone rang.

"It's me." He answered. His face grew serious and Steve stared at him concerned. "How bad is...okay. Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks for telling me." Then he hung up.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"Lt. Sloan, could you drive me to the hospital?' D asked. "They took Bobby there."

"What's wrong?"

"All they said is he's hurt."

"Let's go." Steve declared.


"You must have really been distracted by something, Mr. Manning, to let your knife slip like that." Jessie remarked as he continued wrapping Bobby's hand. Jack had found the hospital with little trouble thanks to Lucy's quick thinking, and Bobby had been stitched up after the bleeding was finally stopped. He was still slightly pale, but he'd heal just fine. Tara was perched in a sitting position on one of the counters while Jack stood by.

"It's not important." Bobby stated. He didn't want anyone to know that he'd been so absent-minded because he'd been gazing at Tara!

"Well, I strongly advise you to watch it next time." Jessie insisted.

"Eh, don't worry, Dr. Travis." Jack smiled wryly. "A little cut like this isn't gonna stop him. Is it, Crash?" He teased Bobby who glared at him.

"Knock. Knock. Can we come in?" Lucy asked as she and Sue peeked in from around the corner. Jessie turned to face them and couldn't stop from smiling at the lovely ladies.

"Are you family members?" Jessie asked.

"No, we're just friends." Sue chuckled.

"Sure, you can come in." Jessie said. He was surprised when he saw a friendly Golden Retriever come in with them. "Uh...a dog?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay, he's a service dog." Tara spoke up.

"Yes, I'm deaf. Levi works as my ears for me." Sue smiled.

"Oh. But, how do you..." Jessie began.

"I read lips. So I can tell what you're saying as long as you face me."

"Well," Jessie grinned. "That's neat. Hi, I'm Jessie Travis." He reached out his hand to shake theirs.

"Eh, we can see that from your name tag." Sue grinned. "I'm Sue Thomas. This is Levi."

"Hey, Buddy." Jessie shook Levi's paw.

"Lucy Dotson." Lucy smiled.

"So, how's Bobby?" Sue asked, trying to bring their attention back to why they came here in the first place.

"Aw, he's all patched up." Jessie answered, finishing sealing the bandage. "That cut wasn't pleasant though." Sue glanced to Lucy with furrowed brows, having not picked up on what Jessie had said because he'd turned his head.

"He said Bobby's fine." Lucy stated. Sue walked over to her Australian friend and Levi placed his head in Bobby's lap.

"Levi says he was worried about you." Sue smiled.

"Thanks, mate." Bobby finally smiled down at his favorite pooch. "You can tell him that this was nothing. Once had a koala take a piece out of me when I was 7. This was pleasant compared to that." Jack, Tara, and Lucy all grinned and shook their heads.

"Well, there you go, Mr. Manning." Jessie said with satisfaction. "You keep that cut dry, I'll give you some instructions on how to do that. And I want to see you again in ten days to get the stitches out."

"Sure thing. Thanks for the help, mate." Bobby nodded.

"Oh, anytime." Jessie smiled, shrugging. "It was nothing. That's what I'm here for."

"Well, just look at the bright side," a suave voice spoke up. Myles walked into the emergency exam room. "Things could be a lot worse, Crash. It could've been your trigger finger! You lose that, you might as well leave the business."

"Not a chance!" Bobby shook his head, regaining some of his charm and humor back. "As long as you're in the building, I'll always manage to keep my trusty gun at hand."

"Who knows? Maybe one day you'll get to use it on him." Jack teased.

"Now wouldn't that be lovely?" Tara smirked.

"I know I'd stick around for that show!" Lucy added. Jessie just stared at them with confusion. He wasn't sure if these people were secret agents, or if they were setting up a new mafia.

"Excuse me, guys. Now I don't know what this is all about, but guns are nothing to play with." Jessie shook his head seriously. "My best friend carries one, and it's horrible whenever he gets shot." The agents all snickered.

"It's okay, Dr. Travis." Jack laughed and pulled out his badge. "We're all with the FBI." Jessie's jaw dropped and his eyes nearly popped out.

"Oh!" He gasped. "Wow! S-sorry, I...I didn't know."

"It's okay. Dr. Sloan is helping us with our investigation." Sue said.

"Wow! A murder investigation?" Jessie's ears perked up.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah. This is for professionally trained personnel only!" Myles warned. "We don't allow private citizens in on our secret work." He'd noticed the gleam in Jessie's eyes from his last question and it just reminded Myles too much of Howie.

"I agree completely!" Steve announced as he and Dimitrius came in.

"Hi, Steve." Jessie smiled.

"I've tried to tell him that for years, but it just never sinks in." Steve squinted playfully at Jessie. "I used to say it to my dad too, but I gave that up a long time ago."

"Bobby, you all right, pal?" Dimitrius asked.

"Aw, sure. It was nothing. You know, just a gash." Bobby answered, holding up his bandaged hand.

"He cut himself cutting a snack." Lucy said.

"A cut." Steve muttered. "A cut?"

"You realize you had me worried?" Dimitrius gaped. "I thought White had come and beat you up!"

"Well, sorry he's not as hurt as you'd hoped." Lucy said dryly. "By the way, did you guys find anything?"

"Who's White?" Jessie inquired.

"What are you holding in here, Jessie? A convention?" Amanda asked as she came in. Everyone turned to see her.

"Amanda? Jess? I was trying to wait to do this, but these are the FBI agents that I've been asked to work with in solving the Rose Man Murders." Steve spoke. "Everyone, this is Dr. Amanda Livingston, our staff pathologist here. And you've met Jessie."

"Yes, he's been very helpful." Tara answered.

"Oh, well!" Amanda smiled warmly. "It's great to meet you all." Everyone introduced themselves. "And who is this adorable fellow?" She laughed, looking at Levi.

"This is Levi. He's my hearing dog." Sue said. Amanda knelt down to the dog's level.

"Hi there, handsome!" She exclaimed. Levi offered a paw. "Aw, ha, ha, well aren't you just the cutest guy I've ever met? Yes, you are." She scratched behind his ears and Levi panted happily. Myles shook his head with a pout.

"I'll never understand, just what has he got that we haven't got?" He muttered.

"A big mouth for starters." Lucy answered.

"So, ahem. Did you guys turn up anything on White from the taxi service?" Jack asked.

"A little." Dimitrius nodded.

"Who's White?" Jesse and Amanda asked together.

"The mastermind behind the Rose Man Murders." Sue stated.

"So, Mark was right about the guy on the videos?" Jessie gaped.

"He hit the nail right on the head, mate, with his brilliant powers of observation." Bobby chimed in.

"So, now we know who it is we're after, right?!" Amanda asked excitedly.

"Yes." Lucy said.

"Where are you getting this 'we' business?" Myles asked dryly. "This is classified information, Lt. You should know better than to share it openly in front of private citizens."

"I know, I should." Steve groaned. "But they have powerful ways of prying it out of me."

"What? Do they strap you to a gurney and force you to talk under torturous medical experiments?" Myles asked sarcastically. Lucy hit him.

"No, I'm thankful to say they haven't come up with anything that drastic." Steve chuckled back. "At least not to me."

"Oh, we've helped Steve solve countless murders. Haven't we, Steve?" Jessie cocked his head proudly. Steve made a face and rolled his eyes.

"Uh, back to the facts," He interjected. "Only one taxi cab rendered service to White in the past month."

"Only one?" Lucy repeated. "I find that hard to believe."

"Look, uh, it's getting a bit crowded in here, and you never know when a critical emergency might need this room." Steve stated. "Why don't we move to a more convenient location? We can talk about it there."

"Okay. Whatever you say." Jack agreed, and the large group emerged from the examining room out into the hall, heading for the doctor's lounge. Nurses and other onlookers stared at them curiously as they passed by. They all filled into the doctor's lounge and made themselves comfortable. "So, you said that White used only one taxi?"

"Yep." Steve answered, opening his can of soda.

"Only he used his alias Ronnie Nelson." Dimitrius added.

"When was this? And where did he take him?" Tara asked.

"Unfortunately, the driver who was on call that day is out of town right now." D sighed. "So we couldn't talk to him."

"Strike one." Myles huffed.

"However, according to the company's route records," Steve mentioned, "Jeff White engaged a taxi on the 4th of the month."

"Which is about the time he arrived in Los Angeles." Sue added.

"Uh-huh." Steve nodded. "He rode 30 minutes to a fast-food stop on the west side of LA, and there the cab driver left him after getting paid."

"How did he pay?" Bobby inquired.

"I knew you were going to ask that." D smiled. "Surprisingly, he paid with cash for the taxi fare."

"But, I'll bet you he paid for his lunch with a credit card!" Jack spoke up.

"So, White knew he was going to need the money for the taxi fare." Sue said, confused. Jessie and Amanda stared at her inquisitively. "Jeff White uses his credit card for practically everything. He almost never uses cash." They both nodded.

"Hey!" Lucy interjected. "You guys haven't heard the best part yet. Isn't anyone the least bit interested in all the good stuff Tara found on her computer?"

"Yeah!" Dimitrius exclaimed. "Did you find anything good?" Lucy smirked to Tara and pulled a full sheet of paper out of her purse.

"You bet!" Lucy grinned. "You ready for this?" Just then, a nurse passing the lounge out the door, carrying a tray of patient's food, walked by and Levi, sniffing the air, absent-mindedly followed her.

"Hey, Levi!" Sue called after him, following. "Where do you think you're going?" Levi walked right behind the nurse and grunted. The nurse inquisitively looked behind her and gasped in astonishment when she saw the dog, causing her to lose her balance and drop the tray of food. Levi immediately started cleaning up the mess. "Levi!" Sue gasped and ran over to him. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She said to the frowning nurse. "Are you all right? I...I'll clean it up. I'm really sorry about that. He's not called a wonder dog for nothing." Jessie and Steve helped the nurse to her feet.

"Thanks." She muttered to them.

"You okay, Janice?" Jessie asked.

"I suppose." She sighed. "That your dog, miss?"

"Yeah. Sorry." Sue said nervously. "Levi, no. Come here." She leaned down and slowly pried him away from the splattered residue on the floor. "Levi, what was that all about?" She scolded him.

"You know, this could fall under the heading of improper guest etiquette." Lucy laughed. Amanda laughed and grabbed some paper towels from a nearby cleaning cart.

"Here, I'll do that." Sue insisted.

"It's okay, Sue. It's no trouble." Amanda smiled.

"No dogs allowed in the hospital." Janice scolded. "Now, I've got to go refill Mr. Johnson's meal." And she walked away. Sue was so embarrassed and sheepishly glanced at Jack out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm really sorry about that, Dr. Travis." Sue said earnestly.

"It's okay." Jessie shook his head. "Accidents happen. Besides, Levi's the one who should be sorry." Everyone glanced at the dog who just kept licking his lips.

"Dr. Travis!" A disgruntled voice shouted from down the hall, coming toward them. A stout man with dark, curly hair, wearing glasses, dressed in a suit, and carrying folders in his arms, walked briskly up to them. Apparently, he wasn't pleased. "Dr. Travis, what is the meaning of this?" He frowned. "You know we do not allow canines in the hospital. And this one seems to have made an attempt at sabotage."

"Easy there, Norman." Steve rolled his eyes.

"Lt. Sloan, you know our policy, and it's my job to see that we uphold the rules for reputation of ethics."

"Well, I think you could make an exception in this case." Amanda spoke up. "This is a service dog, Norman."

"A...service dog?" Norman Briggs sputtered.

"Yes. You see, I'm deaf." Sue explained. "Levi is my hearing dog. And I'm very sorry for the mess he made." Norman's expression changed when he saw the pretty young woman with the soft voice.

"Oh, think nothing of it, Miss." He smiled. "That's what we have custodians for." Then he turned his head to the janitor pulling a trash bag off the cleaning cart. "Young man! Can't you see that an unpleasant mess has been committed here? Clean it up now! What do you think I'm paying you for?" The janitor rolled his eyes and obeyed Norman. "Hospital administrator." Norman shook hands with Sue and Lucy.

"Jack Hudson." Jack announced. "We're with the FBI." He showed his badge.

"FBI?" Norman gasped, dropping the folders to the floor. "What's this about?" He asked in a panic, facing Steve. "Are we being accused of malpractice, or embezzlement, or fraud?"

"For Pete's sake, Norman. Calm down." Amanda shook her head.

"No, we're assisting Lt. Sloan in a murder investigation, that's all." Jack smiled.

"Don't tell me a murder's been committed here in the hospital." Norman groaned.

"Norman? The serial killer we've been after? You know, the Rose Man Killer?" Steve tried to clarify things.

"Good gracious." Norman stated. "Well, it's good to meet you, Agent Hudson. Ladies." Then he started to walk away.

Whoa, I wonder if he'd like to move upward as administrator, Lucy thought. I don't think I'd mind if he was our paper-pusher. He'd certainly be easier to work with than Randy Pitts! "We'd better go back." She said aloud. "We still have some delicious clues to lick up."

"Dr. Sloan! How many times have I told you about..." Norman's voice rang through the hall behind them. Steve shook his head grinning.

"Let's go." He said, and they started to walk back to the lounge. Sue was picked up her purse from the floor and was fiddling through it to make sure she had everything. She didn't hear the commotion behind her and was completely unaware that Mark was zooming straight toward her...on roller skates! He was greeting the nurses and other staff as he passed by, but then his jaw dropped when he saw Sue not moving out of his way.

"Look out! Doctor coming through!" He called ahead, but Sue didn't respond. Mark tried without success to slow down and flailed his arms out, trying to grab something, anything to bring him to a halt. Jack and the others looked on from a distance when they heard his voice.

"Sue, move!" Jack absent-mindedly shouted to her, forgetting for a second about her deafness. He started running to her.

"Oh, boy." Steve shook his head and followed.

"Levi! Get Sue!" Lucy called.

"Look out!" Mark yelled, only 3 feet away from her now. Levi stood on his hind feet and quickly shoved Sue against the wall, just in time.

"Levi," Sue scolded, confused then gaped in astonishment as Mark flew passed her and an older, stocky, dark-skinned lady in scrubs was running after him, hollering. Steve pushed Jack and himself up against the wall, and as Mark raced closer, Jessie, Amanda, and Lucy all backed up. Unfortunately, with the doctor's lounge at the end of the hallway, Myles was just stepping outside of it when...BAM! Mark rammed right into him!

The two men were sprawled out together in a tangled heap of arms and legs on the floor. Myles was on his back with his right leg turned to the left, while Mark was on top of him, leaning on his side, with his roller skates intertwined between Myles's legs. They were drawing an extremely unwanted amount of attention. "Dr. Sloan! I've forbidden you over and over to take a ride around the hospital on those things, but you never listen! And now look what you've done!" Norman fumed.

"I...isn't that your...father?" Jack sputtered to Steve.

"Pfft." Steve rolled his eyes. "Who else?" Then they walked over to help.

"I told you, doc." Delores shook her head, standing with her feet apart and her hands on her hips. "I told you this time, not to do it. But no, you just had to go ahead." Amanda was smiling widely and Lucy was trying to stifle a loud snort of laughter.

"D...Dr. Sloan?!" Myles gasped from underneath the elderly man.

"A...Agent Leland?!" Mark equally gasped in shock.

"Myles? Are you okay?" Sue asked, worried.

"I feel bruised and battered in a grueling way, and I'll probably be transferred as a prop on the obstacle course, but other than that, I'm a picture of perfect health." Myles joked dryly. He'd spoken so quickly that Sue didn't pick up on every word, and she glanced to Jack, confused.

"He's normal." Jack whispered with a grin. Steve stood over them with his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed, but he was playfully grinning.

"Okay, Dad. You know the deal." He said mischievously. "You don't play safely with your toys, they get put up on the closet shelf. Okay, hand them over." Mark stared at the floor wide-eyed with embarrassment, and covered his mouth. He looked like a guilty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.


"Well, I guess Mr. Briggs won't be out to reprimand Levi for creating havoc anymore." Lucy giggled with her arms crossed.

"At least in this case, not when a dog works for the FBI." Jessie added.

"Look, Agent Leland, would it do any good to tell how sorry I am?" Mark feebly smiled at Myles who was sitting at the table in the doctor's lounge with his right leg perched on it and an ice pack strapped to his ankle. Myles glared at the friendly older man.

"If we weren't working together on the same side, Dr. Sloan, I'd easily sue you for damages." Myles huffed. "However, that won't get us anywhere in catching Jeff White."

"Speaking of Jeff White, do you guys turn up anything else?" Mark asked. Steve filled him in on what he and Dimitrius had found out.

"Before anymore trouble starts," Amanda cleared her throat, "I believe Miss Dotson had some important info to share with us."

"Thank you." Lucy grinned. "According to the records that Tara was able to pull up, it appears that White uses his credit card to pay for everything from a candy bar in the gas station to copy paper and ink cartridges for his computer."

"Except for the taxi fare." Sue interjected.

"Correct." Tara said. "Apparently, he eats all his meals out, likes to shop for his weekly outfits twice a week, and is obviously very devoted to the convenience stores. He never shops in the supermarkets, and keeps a low profile around the big department stores. Plus, he never takes a cab. He doesn't own a cell phone either."

"Except for the fact that he has a computer. There's a loop hole for him we hadn't found 'til now." Dimitrius said. "You see, several times back in DC, we were tracing White through his computer, and almost got him, but he always managed to ditch us whenever we were closing in."

"So, we find out where his computer is sending signal from and we've got him." Jessie announced.

"That's where we have a problem." Sue spoke up. "According to his spending records, White doesn't have any hotel bills, not even so much as a cheap motel, or even a rented apartment. No car rental either."

"I have to give White credit, he's certainly smart when it comes to playing hide-and-seek." Mark remarked.

"Yeah, and not one ounce of sloppiness on his part." Jack muttered.

"So when White came to LA as Ronnie Nelson and with the disguise he had, he figured no one would recognize him, even when the FBI spread out a dragnet." Bobby stated. "He thought he was far enough away that we couldn't touch him, so he wasn't worried about being followed or checked out."

"And since the police couldn't identify who they were dealing with, he could walk the streets in his coverup free as the air and no one would think twice about it." Amanda added.

"We only checked the dark hairs for any local John Doe's through the database." Steve said. "It wasn't until we were told of the killings in the other states that I gave thought that this guy could possibly be from out of town."

"For the passed months, White has been making sure he keeps a full supply of sterile gloves." Tara said.

"Well, that makes sense. Didn't you say, Steve that no prints have ever been found on the wine glasses except those of the victims?" Amanda asked.

"That's right," Steve answered.

"That's the way it always is." Myles said.

"But get this," Sue smiled. "The gloves have been a consistent item on White's shopping list for some time now. But, the trash bags are another story. White's list usually consists of his fast-food meals, clothes for the week, and fake black roses, and copy paper. The trash bags have recently made their way to that list."

"So, if he's laying in a supply of trash bags, then he is getting more bold about exposing his handiwork." Jack announced, wide-eyed. "If he's never used them before, then it's most possible that it will be for future victims when he dumps in public places."

"But what about the previous victims?" Amanda asked. "If the victims have never been found at the same houses, that proves he would have to have moved them."

"Yet, the trash bags are in none of his previous credit records." Sue commented.

"So, just how does he move them?" Jessie asked.

"And from where?" Mark asked too.

"What about the poison?" Steve asked. "There are no signs of chloroform purchases in there?"

"Nothing." Lucy shook her head.

"Even back on the East coast, we didn't find any." Myles stated.

"So, there's no point in checking the pharmacies." Amanda sighed.

"So, how does he get his hands on the stuff?" Jessie asked. "Unless he's learned how to concoct it himself."

"His partner." Mark spoke, pointing in the air with his index finger. "That's got to be it. We aren't sure yet what his partner's profile is, but I bet you any kind of money that he could be the one supplying White with the poison!"

"That would make more sense of why we found that he has a partner." Bobby agreed. "He's always been a lone wolf, but if he's never bought the stuff, then..."

"Then this new John Doe could be the anchor in the food chain." Jack finished.

"But where would he get them?" Sue asked.

"Sounds like we need to grab our pickaxes and start digging deeper." Tara shrugged.

"If we dig hard enough, we may just stumble upon a delicious gold rush." Myles added. "That is, if I can get around with a bum ankle!" His eyes narrowed at Mark.

"You know, Delores usually doesn't care if I stroll around the hospital on those roller skates," Mark commented, "but this time she did warn me not to do it. She said that this time she just had a strong premonition that I'd better not do it. Guess I should've listened to her."

"Just remember, Doctor, you may carry the vials that keep this society going, but I just happen to carry a gun." Myles warned. "Make sure we don't run into each other unexpectedly in a dark alley and charge at each other. I may just be forced to take action!"

"I'll keep that in mind." Mark chuckled.

"You do that, Agent Leland, and I'll see to it that you're rolled into this place on a stretcher and needing heavy sedation." Jessie teased. Myles just squinted.

"Let's just hope and pray that we can pinpoint White's hiding place before he finds another victim!" Sue exclaimed.