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Walker, Alex, and Angela had just barely walked into their house when the phone rang. While Walker went to answer it, Alex helped Angela carry her things upstairs.
"This is Walker." He answered the phone.
"Walker, its Trivette. We may have a lead."
"Go on." Walker insisted as his heart started to race.
"Andre Wallace. Been in prison a few times for various offenses and was accused of rape a few years back. The situation is similar to what Angela went through. We spoke to his parole officer, who says that Wallace has missed his last few meetings. Sydney did some checking into local gangs, and around the time Wallace started missing his meetings, a new gang popped up. Get this, they call themselves La Muerte."
"Death." Walker said, comprehension dawning. "Are you going to pick up Wallace?"
"We're on our way now."
"Okay, I'll meet you at headquarters." Walker hung up the phone, thinking about the conversation he'd just had. Hopefully, this lead would pan out. He needed to get the bastard that did this to his daughter. He ran up the stairs to say goodbye to his wife and daughter, only to find them both curled up on Angela's bed, sound asleep. In a way, he was glad. He knew that they both needed sleep, and besides, he didn't want to get their hopes up for nothing. He went back downstairs and left a note on the kitchen table telling them that he had to go back to work for awhile.
"Texas Rangers, open up!" Gage yelled, standing at the front door of Andre Wallace's home. When there was no answer, he nodded at Sydney and she kicked in the front door. They heard Trivette do the same with the back door. Gage saw a figure dart across his line of vision to the window in the living room. He started after him, but Trivette tackled Wallace to the floor before he could even start to open the window. Within seconds, Wallace's hands were cuffed behind his back and Trivette was reading him his rights. While Trivette took care of Wallace, Sydney and Gage had a look around the house. By the time they were done, they had no doubt that Wallace was the man they were after. He had articles about each of the crimes La Muerte had committed, including photos of the crime scenes before and after the crimes occurred. They found stacks of Death cards in a chest of drawers in Wallace's closet, but what they found last was positively the most incriminating. Wallace had pictures of about ten different women, all beaten, unconscious, and naked. The last picture was of Angela. When he saw that, Gage had had enough. He stormed out of the house to where Trivette was about to put Wallace in the car. He pushed Trivette aside, and started putting his fists into any part of Wallace he could reach. It took almost a minute for Sydney and Trivette to pull Gage off of Wallace. Trivette pulled him aside as Sydney shoved Wallace, who was screaming something about a lawsuit, into the car. Sydney went to call the CSI's to have them go over Wallace's house more thoroughly while she, Gage, and Trivette drove Wallace to Ranger Headquarters.
When they got there, Sydney took Wallace to an interrogation room while Gage and Trivette went to fill Walker in on what they found. When they got to the part about the photos, Walker had sat down and put his head in his hands. Gage and Trivette watched, unsure of what they should do. That's how Sydney found the three of them when she walked back into the office.
"Wallace is in Interrogation Room 1." She said. "She looked from Walker, sitting at his desk, to Gage and Trivette, standing awkwardly in front of him. "Do you want me…?" she started.
"No." Walker said. "I'll do this."
"Walker, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Trivette said.
"I said, I'll do this." Walker insisted. With that, he stood and walked out of the office.
Wallace was sitting in the room, a smug look on his face. Walker stormed in and sat down opposite him.
"Tell me what you did." Walker said with a voice cold as ice.
"I didn't do anything, man." Wallace drawled.
Walker slammed his fist on the table. "Don't mess with me, Wallace. I know what you did."
"Then why you askin'"? Wallace said, a smile on his face.
"You son of a bitch." Walker hissed. "That was my daughter."
"Which one?" Wallace laughed. "Let me see if I can figure this out. Obviously, you haven't really cared until now, so it has to be something I did after I started La Muerte. So, that leaves only one real option. Can I make my guess now?"
Walker didn't say anything.
"My guess is that your daughter is that hot little blond chick, am I right?"
Wallace saw Walker clench his jaw.
"So I am right. Oh yeah, she was good. I had fun with her." Wallace was cut off as Walker launched himself across the table. At that moment Gage, Trivette, and Sydney all rushed in to stop him from doing something that might give Wallace leverage during the case. Walker was pulled from the room by Gage and Sydney, as Trivette grabbed Wallace and shoved him up against the wall of the room.
"Come on, scumbag, let's go." With that, Trivette dragged Wallace out of the room toward the holding cells. After Wallace was fingerprinted and photographed, he was handed a phone; he presumed that it was so he could call his lawyer. However, he had no intention of doing so. He wouldn't need a lawyer. He dialed the familiar number, and said, "You know what to do."