Ramey hit 'send' on the email and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. He sat there not moving for a moment, and then stood slowly, grabbing his coffee mug from his desk and walking dejectedly towards the door. He stepped into the corridor to come face to face with Marie, one of a number of people he had been hoping to avoid that day. But he couldn't let her see that.

"Marie! Hi." He held out his hand. As she took it, he placed his other hand on her shoulder. "How are you?" He asked.

"Honestly? I'm not sure."

"Me too. Yep, I think you hit the nail on the head there. I was just going to get a coffee, would you like one?"

"Sure. Thank you."

"Ramey lead her along the corridor to the coffee station at the edge of the DEA kitchenette. Marie looked around the main office, her eyes focusing briefly on the photographs of her husband and Steve Gomez that were stuck to the wall at the far end of it next to the words, "For Hank and Steve." She saw an officer look up at them as he walked to his desk and sat down. Ramey re-emerged from the kitchen with two mugs, one of which he handed to Marie. His eyes followed hers. "I put that up to remind ourselves why we're doing it. We've all been putting in a lot of extra hours. For them."

"Oh." Marie nodded, and swallowed. She couldn't help thinking that it did not fill her with a lot of confidence.

"Step into…" said Ramey, and then stopped himself. "Step into Hank's office," he said.

Marie entered, her lips drawn into a thin line, and sat down, trying not to look at the rest of the room.

"What can I do for you?" asked Ramey.

"Not much, I expect," said Marie, looking down at her coffee mug. "I was just in the area, so." She took a sip.

"Well, we pulled a slippery little toerag out of hiding this morning. One of Saul Goodman's henchmen. He hasn't said much yet, but we're still working on it. His companion said quite a lot. That gives us some pull over him."

"His companion said quite a lot about what?"

"Well the two of them moved Walt's money from a storage unit to Goodman's office, and Walt took it from there to bury in the desert. We know that's what Hank and Steve were looking for, so we're going to follow them out there. The money is the best lead we have because it was the best lead they had, so we've been focusing quite a lot of attention on the storage unit and on a rental van that was used and the two men that were used to transport the money."

"Is that the storage unit that was rented by Skyler?" Marie asked.

"You know I can't discuss details of your sister's case with you."

"She told me APD questioned her about that on Sunday afternoon, are you telling me that that's all you've been focusing on for the past four days?"

"We're focusing on a lot of things, Marie, not least of which is finding Walter White, but aside from that, my personal priority is to find Hank and Steve. And the last thing they did was bury a fake barrel of money in your backyard. One of the men we questioned told us that he and his colleague took seven barrels of money from that storage locker and gave it to Walter White in the back of a rental van. We have the van, we have the company."

"Did the van have GPS?"

Ramey sighed. "No."

"No." Marie frowned. "Walt wouldn't have taken it if it did."

"The rental company told us that they'd already spoken to Steve, so he and Hank had that information. We figure, and I would put this down to Hank, because he was a man who was very good at turning a little creativity to find a way out of a situation, we figure that they buried the barrel in your yard to try and trick Walt into thinking that they - or rather, Pinkman - had found his stash. Actually they had no way of finding it whatsoever, but all they had to do was make him think that they had. That would explain his panicked sudden departure from the car wash. It looks like he rushed out there to try and get Pinkman away from it, and they followed him. That's how they found out where it was."

"He found the money," Marie breathed. "That's how he was able to arrest Walt, he found the money!"

"Only proof there was. And Hank would go straight for the proof. He was a damn good investigator."

"He found the money." Marie sat up in her chair, her pulse quickening with the excitement of the new information.

"The reason I haven't told you this yet, Marie, is we haven't found the money. As you can imagine, looking for money in the desert is kind of like looking for a needle in a haystack, and unlike Hank, we don't have the option of just texting a fake image to Walt."

"Walt had a barrel with him. Flynn said, on the back of his truck there was a black barrel."

Ramey nodded. "Yep, Walt had one barrel. He's not going to go on the run without a stash of cash. But there were seven barrels - he must have left the other six out in the desert. Wherever they are, that's the last known whereabouts of Hank and Steve."

"And you have no idea where that is."

"I'm sorry, Marie. We'll keep looking and following any and all leads that we can."

"Somewhere in the desert is the best you can do?"

"We know they were in To'hajiilee. We traced the cars along the freeway, and Hank had a lock on Walt's phone, he got hold of the phone number of Walt's secret second cell phone, and he had a trace on it. Last call made on it was a long call, between Walt and we think Pinkman. Cell phone towers show it started in the area of the car wash and ended in the area of To'hajiilee, but not long after he entered the reservation cell phone reception cut out and the call dropped. To'hajiilee is not one of the biggest reservations, but his car had been off road, so it could have been anywhere. We just have to go over that desert with a fine-tooth comb. And that's what the tribal police are doing now."

Marie nodded sadly. All that excitement for... not much at all. Information Hank and Steve had had two weeks ago, and the DEA were only just catching up now. Two weeks. Marie gave a sharp gasp as she realised how long it had been.

"We're doing everything we can," said Ramey kindly.

"Yeah, I better let you get back to it." Marie stood and moved towards the door, and then paused. She turned. "Can I ask you something about Skyler?"

"You think I'm going to say yes? Only if it's incredibly non-specific."

"She doesn't seem to know anything."

Ramey shook his head. "That is one of the two worst things about my job right now."

"She really doesn't, then?"

"My most willing witness doesn't know a damn thing. She was either very stupid or very trusting or very much under a spell. Either way, to us she's quite useless."

"You're calling her a witness?"

Ramey closed his mouth rather quickly. "No," he clarified. "No, she's an accomplice. And I can't say anything more."