July 28th, 0930 Hours

Steve, Layfield and Trina walked into Johnny Curtis' apartment. They had driven to Huntington that morning and spoken with the building manager who gave them the key. The apartment was small, only four rooms. But it was well kept and neat.

"Where do we start?" John asked.

"Trina, you take the bedroom. John, you help me with the living room. We'll take it from there." Steve said.

"Remember, anything you can find about people he was going to meet, or this modeling agency he called." Trina said.

Trina walked into the bedroom and began looking around. She opened the closet and found several dance costumes. There were several rows of different dance shoes. And of course he had regular street clothes.

She closed the closet and walked over to the dresser. She began looking through drawers for anything that would clue them into who Johnny was involved with before his death. But all she found was clothes. She sighed and looked around the room, seeing a nightstand beside the bed. She sat down on the bed and opened it, looking inside. She frowned when she found condoms.

"I thought he was single?" she said to herself. "Then again, he might have been having casual flings."

She closed the drawer, wondering if maybe he had messed with the wrong guy's wife or girlfriend. She got down to check under the bed but found nothing there. She stood up and frowned again, annoyed at not finding anything of use.

She walked out into the living room to find the guys still looking around. She shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Looking around she noticed a post-it note on the fridge. She walked over and pulled it off the fridge. 'Saturday 3pm. Kevin.'

"Hey guys, I might have found something." Trina walked back into the living room.

"Us too. Found a phone number written by the phone." John said.

"He had an appointment with someone named Kevin." Trina held up the post-it.

Steve pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number on the paper by the phone. He frowned and then redialed.

"It's out of service." He said.

"Modeling agency go out of business already?" John suggested.

"If that is even who this was supposed to call. We need to track this number and see who it used to belong to." Steve said.

"Looks like we got more work to do." Trina said.

1500 Hours

Jerry walked out of his office and looked at John and Trina working at their desks. They had both been working non-stop since returning from Huntington.

"Found anything yet?" he asked his team.

"Nothing of use. That number was to a cell phone that was owned by a John Smith. He had all the proper identification to get the phone contract but... apparently it was an alias." Trina said.

"He doesn't check out?" Jerry asked.

"No, I tracked all the information given by the cell phone company and none of it checks out." John said.

"So someone with a false ID buys a cell phone and has already had it shut off." Jerry groaned. "At least we know we are on the right track. That is very suspicious behavior."

"Well whoever John Smith was, he bought the phone early June in Ashland, Kentucky. The first month's bill was never paid and the phone was shut off. All attempts at bill collecting has failed." Trina said.

"I did some digging in newspapers around Cabell county and surrounding counties. For one week in the middle of June, Huntington newspaper ran an ad advertising for models with this mystery phone number." John said. "I spoke to staff at the paper. The ad was placed over the internet and paid for by a pre-paid card."

"More proof someone is trying to cover their tracks." Jerry frowned.

"I also spoke to the cell phone company. This phone was pinging off towers all over the state. Whoever this guy was, he doesn't stay anywhere long." Trina said.

"A lot of work that hasn't given you very much." Jerry said. "Stay with it. See what else you can find. Try tracking that pre-paid card."

"On it." John said.

"Good job guys. Don't give up yet." Jerry told them.

Jerry walked back into his office. John looked over to see Trina deep in thought.

"What are you thinking? I can hear the wheels turning in your head." John asked.

"Someone went to a lot of trouble to get a phone, advertise a fake modeling agency…the question is why?" she asked.

"And how many people responded to this modeling thing? Surely Curtis wasn't the only one." John said.

"You know, Johnny Curtis is a male. Otherwise I would think this guy was like a Harvey Glatman or Rodney Alcala. Finding victims by posing as a photographer." She frowned.

"Well hopefully we can get some answers. So far we don't have much to go on."

1900 Hours

Seth was sitting at his desk, trying to look up missing persons that matched their Jane Doe found tied to the tree. John had gone home to spend time with his wife before she left on a business trip so Trina had stayed late, still not willing to give up the search on Johnny Curtis.

He heard retching and coughing coming from the small locker room. He stood up and walked over to the doorway.

"Trina, are you okay?" Seth called in to her.

She didn't answer, just continued coughing and gagging. Seth walked in and found her kneeling in one of the bathroom stalls, vomiting into a toilet. He walked over and rubbed her back as finally the vomiting stopped.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, dinner just didn't sit well with me." She shrugged.

"You are stressing yourself out over the last couple cases. You are making yourself sick. You have to slow down a bit." He helped her stand up.

"You may be right. Don't mention this to Steve. I don't want him to worry. Especially since he has to go out of town next week for a conference in Atlanta." Trina told him.

"You promise to slow down and quit making yourself sick?" Seth crossed his arms.

"I'll try." She said and walked over to the sink.

"Just take it easy. I do worry about you." Seth told her.

She rinsed her mouth out and splashed some cold water on her face. "I appreciate it. Now if you would stop cheering for the Cubs, I could appreciate it more."

"Where is the fun in that?" Seth asked. "I finally have something that truly drives you insane."

"You always find something to drive me crazy. This is just the latest." She chuckled.

"Go on home and get some rest. You won't find out anything else tonight. Go home and spend time with your husband." Seth told her.

She nodded. "Okay, you win. I will go home. Steve probably has the twins over working on the barn."

"Good kitten." He winked.

"I am gonna strangle you." She rolled her eyes as she walked out of the locker room.

"Admit it, I was a good master." Seth followed her.

"I guess you could've been worse. You could've been violent or made me listen to Taylor Swift." She said.

"Leave my future wife alone." Seth said.

"Your chances of marrying her are about as good as Karen Angle marrying Layfield." Trina laughed. "I will see you in the morning. Call if you need anything."

"You know, with you being a newlywed, I am surprised I haven't heard some dirty stuff when I have had to call you at home." Seth smirked.

Trina laughed as she gathered her things to go home for the night.

2100 Hours

Trina creeped into the bathroom, not wanting to be heard. She could hear the shower running. Slowly, she reached up and grabbed the shower curtain. She pulled it back and giggled when Steve turned around startled.

"What are you doing?"

"Just admiring the view." She winked.

"You getting in?"

"No, I showered while you were still working on the barn." She chuckled.

"So this is teasing?"

"Maybe, or maybe I just enjoy looking at my husband." She giggled again.

He laughed. "I will be out in a few minutes."

She closed the shower curtain again and walked back out to the bedroom. Jack looked up at her and watched every move she made. She climbed into bed and picked up her book from the nightstand.

Jack jumped up on the bed and laid over her lap.

"Jack, no. Get down." She told him. He just stared at her. "What is the matter with you? You never give me a hard time."

The water shut off. Jack looked over at the bathroom.

"Get down. Jack, go!" she told him. Again he just stayed there.

"Trina, everything okay?" Steve called to her.

"Jack is acting weird again." Trina said. "I swear he must be going through a stubborn phase or something."

Steve walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist. Jack immediately jumped down from the bed. Trina looked at the coydog like he had lost his mind.

"Maybe it is a jealousy thing. Animals can react to life changes. Now that we are married and I am here all the time, he is a bit jealous." Steve offered as he pulled on sleep pants.

"But you were here so much even before we got married. Who knows?" she shrugged.

"I am glad he is so protective of you. Gives me less I have to worry about when I go out of town. God help anyone that tries to hurt you with Jack around." Steve chuckled as he climbed into bed.

"Who would want to bother me way out here on the farm anyway? Joe is in jail, and he was the only one dumb enough to try anything out here." She said.

"Still, with this being a tourist area, never know when someone will wander out this way looking for an easy house to rob." Steve said.

"You looking forward to Atlanta?" she asked.

"A little bit. It is a three-day conference. I just wish you could go with me." He smiled at her.

"Me in Atlanta? I would go down to Turner Field and curse those idiots for trading away their good players, firing a good manager after giving him no talent to win with, and what the hell do they need a new stadium for anyway? Turner Field is only 20 years old!" Trina said. "I gotta spend less time with Seth. Too much baseball."

"Braves used to be quite the team back in the day." Steve said.

"Yeah, they had a starting rotation to die for. Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, John Smoltz. Those were good times." Trina agreed.

"I'll see if I can find any of their merchandise for you while I am there." Steve kissed her.

"Don't forget Chipper Jones. He might have the morals of a maggot but he sure could play ball." She chuckled.

"You and your dad really watched a lot of baseball. I can tell." Steve smiled.

"Oh yeah. I was the poster child for a 'daddy's girl'. But when it came to baseball, even mom got in on the act. She had a huge crush on Orel Hershiser when he played for the Indians." She chuckled.

"He was a hero in LA. The whole city went nuts when he set that scoreless innings record in 1988." Steve yawned.

"Oh yeah, you got to be there for that. Was it as exciting as I think when Kirk Gibson hit that homerun in game one of the world series?" Trina asked.

"I admit, I was a bit of a pessimist about the whole thing. I thought LA didn't have a prayer against Oakland. I thought that game one was a fluke." Steve admitted.

"I'll miss you while you are in Atlanta." Trina said.

"I'll miss you too. Luckily it is only for a few days. And the guys will keep an eye on you."

"Yeah and Naomi is going to hang out too." Trina said.

"Get some rest. Today was a long day." Steve kissed her.

Author's Note- I apologize for the long delay. Apparently I spoke too soon in my last update. Hurricane Matthew hit with a vengeance. I have been out of work for three weeks due to damage, trying to help some friends that lost everything due to the hurricane, the area is a mess. I was lucky that I only lost a few trees and was without power for a few days. But I am finally getting back into a normal routine which includes writing. Thank you for your patience and well wishes. Paisley2 (This world series is going to be a hoot to write. The antics should be great either way. And I am kinda proud that I have stumped you as you are tough to stump. I just hope when all is revealed it will not turn out to be disappointing.) nixystix (I am glad you are so interested in this story and the ongoing case. I still like his surfer gimmick better, but I admit as he got older it would've been goofy so it was good he evolved.) batistasprincess (Interesting theory, glad you are thinking. You are the only one that has said that.) reikat (Yes, there are many tangles to this case, glad you are keeping up. And I am such a Sting fan he could stand in the ring picking his nose and I would still cheer. LOL) jcott3 (You always keep track of the cameos, I love it. A few twists coming soon.) carlyrosanna83 (I have plans for Seth but I fear people might hunt me down over them, LOL.) Debwood-1999 (You sound like my mom with the weather channel. When it hit big time and we lost phone service and power, she was in full blown panic until I could call the next day when things calmed down and tell her I was safe. And I think you will be surprised when the case progresses.)