Both Ray and Charlie wasted no time, Ray literally dragged Lloyd into the elevator while Charlie had Erica come along with him to the west side downtown to catch Daniel. Ray could see something build up in Lloyd but he didn't ask. He knew that right now there was a lot on Lloyd, he would just have to deal with it later.

"Call us if you find out anything," Charlie said jumping into another vehicle with Erica.

"Got it, you too," With that Ray pulled out of the driveway and sped off.

Charlie and Erica were driving towards downtown when a sudden vehicle drove in front of them. Charlie slammed on the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt.

"Damn it!" Charlie cursed.

Erica had honestly never seen Charlie so tensed up before.

"Did your boss chirp you again?" Erica asked as it was the only thing that she could think of.

"None of your business," Charlie replied angrily.

"I"m just saying."

"It's none of your business."

Erica looked at Charlie who placed the vehicle in drive.

"How much time?" Erica asked.

"What?"

"How much time do we have to catch Daniel before they send in another team?"

Charlie's hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles started to turn white.

"Five hours."

Erica raised an eyebrow and replied, "Not a long time then."

Charlie pressed his foot harder onto the gas pedal and replied, "No it isn't."


At the detention centre, Ray and Lloyd were led to the recovery room which was where Dr. Bronsmetts office was as well. The guard knocked on the office door and a strong hard voice replied, "Come in."

The guard opened the door and motioned Lloyd and Ray in. Behind the desk was a bent over man who was scribbling on a piece of paper. In front of the desk was a frail timid boy was looked like he was going to fall over any time soon. His hands were cuffed to the chair and his ankles too were shackled.

"That will be all," Dr. Bronsmett said handing the piece of paper to the guard who stood behind the boy. The guard unlocked the boy and literally had to drag him out of the room. Lloyd and Ray watched them go.

"You two must be the ones who were so persistent on seeing me," Dr. Bronsmett said without looking up from a notebook he was writing in.

"We are," Ray said walking over to the desk, "Ray Zacanelli US Marshal and this is-."

"Lloyd Lowery, yes I know of you both and your team - Fugitive Task Force...am I correct? Please have a seat."

Both men lowered themselves uneasily into the chairs. Dr. Bronsmett waved his hand at the guards and they both left but Ray and Lloyd knew that they were only going to wait outside the door. The doctor finally raised his head. He had pale skin, extremely green eyes and sharp cheekbones that jutted out. He had a full head of maroon coloured hair and a long nose.

"What can I help you gentlemen with today?" he asked politely although there was a hint of annoyance behind his words.

"Daniel Theriben and Alexander Morgroove," Ray started, "You know them correct?"

"That is true but..."

Lloyd raised an eyebrow and asked, "But

"If your here about a possible connection between me and my patients then you are surely wrong. Also Alex was diagnosed as ADD way before I had gotten the chance to see him, his records show that his parents got him tested at the age of nine."

Ray looked at Dr Bronsmett with suspicion but Lloyd had crossed his arms and leaned back not believing the doctor at all.

"You said that I was part of Daniel's condition," Lloyd blurted before Ray could get anything out, "Why?"

Dr. Bronsmett looked at the former psychologist and replied simply, "Isn't it obvious? The boy clearly looked up to you and when you were arrested for pathological gambling he simply crumbled causing him major impulsive disorder."

"You diagnosed him with Intermitted explosive disorder, that's a big assumption."

"It isn't an assumption Mr. Lowery, it's the truth and whether you like it or not you will have to accept it."

Lloyd was ready to reply when Ray pulled him out of his seat and both shuffled to the farthest corner of the office. Dr. Bronsmett merely watched for a while then went back to his work.

"What the hell was that?" Ray growled.

"I just want-."

"Screw it Lowery, one more word like that and you're going back to max. This isn't about you, were are here to find out about Daniel so the case will be easier."


Charlie followed the coorindates that Julianne gave him to find where Daniel had gone off too. It led them to the entrance of an underground sewer system.

"Interesting," Erica muttered while Charlie looked at the entrance in what seemed like disguised disgust.

"We need someone to go down there."

"You mean we both need to go down there."

Charlie growled, "Yeah that too."

"Charlie DuChump," Erica started with a small grin, "Are you afraid of the underground?"

"No!" Charlie replied defensively.

Just then Charlie's phone rang and he picked it up, "Hello?"

"Charlie it's Julianne. The underground sewer system that I had sent you too hasn't been used in over sixty years after the city built a new one. Also there were a few year old complaints that I found that said there was loud noises coming from the underground."

"'Kay, thank's Jules."

"Also Knox called and said that you know have only three hours to catch Daniel."

Charlie cursed silently and said, "Did he see the website?"

"I'm not sure, he didn't say anything when he called."

"Thanks Jules."

Charlie closed the phone and turned to see the top of the entrance already off and Erica peering down into the hole.

"So do I go first or do you?" She asked innocently.


Ray and Lloyd went and sat back down on the chairs and Dr. Bronsmett looked up.

"Back to Daniel," Ray said, "Did you meet him in high school?"

"Yes, but once and it was a very short visit."

"What was it about?"

"The boy had a breakdown and attacked one of his fellow students."

"Who was the student?"

"Markus Welsbrung."

"You said a breakdown," Lloyd pointed out."

"He never liked to go to school," Dr. Bronsmett explained, "That is one of the symptoms that links to Separation Anxiety Disorder or SAD, it is when someone refuses to go places in fear of being separated from their attached loved ones."

"But his mother died at the age of two."

Dr. Bronsmett shrugged and replied, "He kept insisting that he was alright and he never said anything else. We had narrowed it down to his mother because his father we knew he would never accept into his life. But...you were also a suspect to his Separation Anxiety Disorder as well."

Lloyd was ready to speak but he caught Ray's warning glare.

"Mr. Zacanelli," Dr. Bronsmett said kindly, "I think that it is best that you wait outside."

That snapped Ray out of his glaring and he turned bewildered at Dr. Bronsmett.

"This is all having a great effect on Mr. Lowery and I'd like to talk to him in private."

Ray looked at Lloyd who didn't make eye contact instead looking directly at Dr. Bronsmett with what looked like hidden rage. Ray produced a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Lloyd' wrists but the former psychologist still didn't make any movement. Ray got up and then opened the door, he side glanced once at Lloyd who still, still as if he were made out of stone. He closed the door and Dr. Bronsmett let out a sigh, "Now that that's out of the way...let's get down to real business."