Drago walked into the room where several of his men were sleeping. Loud snoring could be heard from each man and also from other rooms. He, himself, wasn't that tired but he would go to sleep. He was mostly waiting…waiting for the expected call.

Jonathan Kingston was sitting patiently in his cell. Finally a guard came through the hall and asked him if he needed anything.

"I need to make a call, please sir."

"Ok sir. Right this way. Remember, you only have 10 minutes once the call goes through," the guard told him.

Once on the phone, he called Drago to check up on the status of his enemies. "Well, what is your report as of late?"

"Master, we got them….both of them. While Detective Flack had an 'accident', be beat Detective Taylor to a bloody pulp. I don't think he will be bothering anyone else ever again."

"Did you beat him worse than you did the other victims? And give me the details of the 'accident'. And hurry…I don't have much time right now."

"Yes sir…you couldn't tell who he was when we were done with him. We left him in a good place to die. For the other detective…let's just say, Ben isn't a very good driver sir."

Kingston smirked and then laughed. "That's good Drago. Well done. Maybe now that they are disposed of, maybe I can be released out on the streets again."

"That would be great, Master."

Kingston hung up when the guard told him his time was up. He went into his cell a very happy man and laid down on his cot. He fell asleep dreaming of what Drago told him: of Detective Flack in his car, which was flipping multiple times before finally coming to a stop. Then he dreamed of his men beating Detective Taylor to where he had no facial recognition. He smiled in his sleep and kept on dreaming.

Jo was getting fed up with not having any leads on the whereabouts of Mac. It had been two days without hearing a single word from him and they were all worried. Everyone was getting edgy and tempers were high. She finally decided to go and talk to the prisoner. She called Danny and asked him to go with her. When they got down to the interrogation room, Kingston was there looking around and wondering why he was back in the room. When he saw the two detectives, his face turned from confusion to happiness. As they sat down, he smiled from ear to ear and said, "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Detectives?"

"Shut-up. Now we know you know something about the disappearance of Detective Taylor, as well as the almost demise of Detective Flack. We want answers."

"I am sorry, but I don't know anything about your detectives. I mean, how could I? I have been in here for the past week or so."

Danny was furious and jumped up before Jo could stop him. "Listen here, you prick. Detective Taylor is missing! And we have a witness that says she heard one of your goons talking on the phone and said something about you and you being the boss. He also said that 'your order has been carried out; Detective Flack in an accident and Detective Taylor taken care of. NOW, WHERE IS HE?"

By now, Danny had Kingston up against the wall with a threatening posture directed at him. Kingston was not visibly shaking, but on the inside he was. He had never seen so much dependency on one man, like that of Detective Taylor. His team wanted him back…the only problem is that he actually didn't know where he was, just that he was hidden somewhere in the city, probably dead by now. The fact that Detective Flack was still alive angered him. He wondered who the witness was, too. Maybe he can get a deal if he tells them….

"How about this…if I tell you everything, you find a way to cut me a deal? Hmmm….come on, I'll tell you about Detective Taylor, everything, and then who did it to him and Detective Flack. Just cut me a deal and I'll tell everything."

Jo and Danny looked at each other and then thought a moment. They went outside to think. They didn't realize that everyone else was right outside the door listening. "What are you going to do?"

"Well…if we cut him a deal, he'll tell us where Mac is or at least where he might be. Then he can also tell us who the criminals are that did this. I think we should do it."

"Whoa, whoa….are you saying we should help this guy get a shorter sentence then what he deserves? I don't know about you but I don't think so!" Danny said.

They all stopped a moment and thought. "Ok…I change my mind. I think we should do it. I want Mac to come back and I want to catch the guys who did this. Let's cut the deal," Danny said.

They all nodded and Jo and Danny went back in there to tell them of their decision. Afterwards, he told them that Detective Taylor was dying somewhere…his friend didn't tell him where. He told them his workers' name, including Marvin Scrump, or 'Drago'. They took all the names and found them all in the criminal database. They got the addresses and decided it was time to pay a visit to all of them….no matter where they are or how long it takes.

Drago all of a sudden had a sinking feeling deep in his stomach. He gathered up his men and told them to get ready to move to a different location. They didn't ask questions and got right to work. Then he turned on the TV, and saw the pictures of him and his men on the screen. He yelled and told all his men that the cops are now after them because someone gave them their descriptions. He was now afraid. At least he knew that two cops were out of the way so it would be harder for them to find them. Detective Taylor was dead in the sewers and Detective Flack was supposed dead too.

A few minutes later, it showed a report on a missing detective and then a detective that had survived a deadly wreck a couple days ago. He got mad and stormed off after turning of the TV. He wanted to call his boss to see what he needed to do. But he couldn't. Then he wondered in a way, why hasn't the Boss called him yet? He would've by now. Then he thought back to the report on the news and realized why no calls have been received. Kingston had told on them. He started breathing fumes and hit the closest thing to him. Kingston was a traitor! If I ever catch up to him again, he's a dead man, he thought.