"Okay." Wheeler pressed two fingers to her forehead as she walked into Sarah Brooks' office, where Robert Goren had already made himself comfortable. Brooks had also asked Nichols and his partner to participate in this meeting; they needed as many minds as possible on this, Brooks had told them. And besides, she couldn't allow Goren to draw a double paycheck from the NYPD again.

"Yes, Detective Wheeler?" Brooks said, raising her eyes from her desk.

"Even with a rush on DNA, it'll take a week. However," she said, tossing her notebook at her boss, "Marsden's cellmate confessed to stealing a body from the prison infirmary's morgue. Two C.O.'s are now under arrest. This took sixteen hours of questioning."

'Does she know that we know the truth?" Nichols asked calmly.

"I have no way of knowing that. Look, I want to help strategize, but I have to get home."

"Give us one more hour," Goren pleaded. "You're been with the case since Liz Eames was killed. We need you."

"My nine-month-old hasn't seen me in three days."

"Go home, Detective Wheeler," Brooks told her.

"And," Wheeler continued, facing Goren, "you don't want to know what I think."

"You have an idea, then."

"I'm worried that the only way we can proceed is to lure Mala Marsden out into the open, and the only way to do that is to dangle Lieutenant Eames in front of her."

Goren leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The only way to catch Mala is to use Eames as bait."

"And it makes sense because –"

"Mala has come very close to killing Eames twice."

"And how else are we going to find someone who is, for all legal intents and purposes, dead?"

"When is the next time Eames will be out of the house?" Brooks asked.

"Three days," Goren said. "She has an appointment with the pulmonologist."

"We'd put too many people at risk by trying to catch Mala at a hospital," Brooks said.

"It's his private office. Three-story office building with an accessible, flat roof."

"There are still a lot of legal hoops we'll have to jump through, but I think we can set this up."

"Will Eames go for it?" Wheeler asked.

"Our best bet is to have Eames show up with a family member and a police escort," Goren said. "The escort will drop them off as if they had no idea that Mala might follow her into the building."

"We have to plan this meticulously," Brooks said, "or both Eames and whoever goes with her are in serious danger."

Wheeler flopped into an empty chair. "All right. You've got me for two more hours."