Hey guys! I am back with another chapter! Please let me know what you think! This chapter will be shorter, but the next two are going to be longer as they work to free Clare! I will see you guys next Sunday! Thank you guys as always! Read and Review!


Eli's POV

I was working on the case files with Adam, in the conference room. Alli was running through traffic cam footage, in the audio/visual room. I couldn't handle it, because I didn't have the patience.

"I have scoured through all the video footage, for every street, in a ten mile radius from where Clare lives. I got nothing that looks suspicious. Nothing!" Alli groaned walking into the room. I rubbed my eyes and sat back.

"Great. Just great." I sighed. "You have nothing useful? At all?"

"No one that has been known to have a link to Clare, has even come close to her house. No one she would bring home with her." Alli sighed too.

"So we know nothing. We have nothing to go on. That's great." Adam grumbled.

"Clare is so screwed!" I exclaimed.

"Eli." I turned in my seat, to the open door of the room. I saw Jake, with Katie in tow, barreling my way from the jumble of desks in the center of the room.

"Jake? I thought I sent you home." I stated confused. "What is it?"

"You did. I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important." Jake replied.

"Well. Spit it out." Alli encouraged. She was clearly intrigued by whatever Jake wanted to tell us.

"Owen. Owen Milligan. The guy we interview at Clare's house. He lied about where he was that night." Jake stated, setting up his laptop that he kept on his desk, on the conference table. "I was looking over his alibi because I didn't believe that he was doing whatever he said. It didn't make sense that he would be going to a drug store for his grandmother in the middle of the night. So I had his receipts from that night and the day prior pulled up. He never went to any drug store that night."

"What does that mean Jake? Does that mean that he took Clare?" Alli asked.

"No. But this does." Jake turned his laptop around and showed it to the group.

"What are we looking at?" Adam asked.

"A hospital admittance form?" I asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's for his grandmother. Check the date. She was admitted into the hospital the day before Clare was taken." Jake stated.

"Oh my god." Alli wavered, sitting down.

"Alli. I need you to go over all of the traffic cams for just the entrances to Clare's street. Look for Owen. Coming or going. Adam round up some agents to help her. There are several T.V.s, so get that many agents. We need to track when Owen came or went." I ordered. They nodded and scurried out of the room. I was grateful we finally had a lead to go on. "Jake. You and I are going to go through everything about Owen. You take his friends and coworkers. You may know some of them."

"Okay." Jake nodded his head. "Katie, there's a kitchen down the hall. It has food, couches, a T.V.. I'll come find you when I'm done—"

"Don't worry about me. You do what you do." Katie smiled, kissing his cheek before leaving the room. After about an hour of getting nowhere, I spoke up.

"I'm going to go check on Adam and Alli. I have nothing, but maybe they have been able to find something significant." I sighed again. So much for the lead. Just as I reached for the handle to the door, it swung open on me.

"Eli!" Alli spoke gleefully. "We found Owen." She was caring a laptop, and pushed passed me to put it on the table. Adam was following behind her.

"How?" I asked.

"He wasn't the driver. That's what we were missing. We were looking for a single car passenger. Maybe, Clare too. Not for more than one guy." Alli continued, scrolling through the videos she had.

"He has an accomplice?" I asked.

"Most definitely." Adam agreed. Alli played the clip of video, time stamped a little before four in the morning. It was of the end of Clare's street.

A man was driving, but I wasn't focused on the driver at the moment. Owen was sitting in the back, something sprawled across his lap. A person. Clare. I couldn't see her face, but I knew it was her. The person's midsection was all I could see, but Owen was leaning up to talk with the driver.

The person's dress was sparkling in the street lights and the head lights of passing cars. Just like the dress Clare wore that night. It wasn't over the top shiny but it was enough of glitter that I could tell it was Clare.

"Who's the driver?" Jake asked. "Did you get an ID from the database?"

"No need." Alli stated, as she flipped through stuff on her screen again. "Mark 'Fitz' Fitzgerald."

"You mean the cop that was tried for first degree murder last year?" I asked shocked.

"Wasn't he locked away?" Jake continued.

"Nope. He was released due to a technicality, six months ago." Adam stated.

"Oh. Here's where it gets good." Alli beamed, flipping through stuff again. "Fitzgerald was arrested three times for drunken disorderlies since his release. Guess who his cell mate was for the last time he was taken in."

"Owen Milligan." Jake stated.

"Way to steal my thunder, but yeah. Owen was brought in for peeing in a fountain, six weeks ago. Fitzgerald was already in for the night and that's where they met." Alli continued.

"So where's Clare?" I asked.

"Owen's Cabin." Jake stated.

"His cabin?" Alli asked shocked.

"I'm going through real estate now, since we have an accomplice's name." Jake stated. "I found out, Owen's mother sold him real estate for a cabin last month. It was that or she was going to have the bank foreclose on it."

"Do you have the location?" I demanded. Jake nodded, and I turned to Adam. "Tell Chief. Alli get a team together."