"I am not sure I understand why you are suddenly looking into other suspects now", Sean looked at Peter and Neal with an uplifted eyebrow.

"There have been a small development, and we would like to check all possibility." Peter explained.

"What sort of developments?"

"I am not at liberty to say"

Sean sighed, "Well, I guess there is nothing to do."

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you don't mind, we would be happy to have a list of the people that were involved or knew about the shipping or painting."

"You will have by tonight." Sean smiled

Peter and Neal shook his hand and walked out of the office but Neal stopped up as Angie walked toward her desk. She had not seen him, and he asked Peter to go on and promised to catch up later. He took a deep breath and approached her with smile, which she returned as soon as she saw him.

"What are you doing here?"

"You were right. His daughter was sure that her father would never leave but I can't say that it is enough. It has given us a little cause to look elsewhere but if we don't find anything solid, it will go back to Paul Shawn." Neal looked around to see if someone was listening to them but as everyone seemed to be far away, he gently took her hand in his and spoke in a very low volume. "You should be careful. If you are right, it means that the real culprit might be nearby." He was not looking at her, only the hand, and he placed the other over it. "He will not be happy to know that you started this, so don't tell anyone." He looked up now. "You should probably keep Daisy away from here." He kissed it and then let go. "Have a nice day."

She breathed heavily and watched him walked away but not for long as she sudenly rushed after him and blocked his way. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"It's sort of ... complicated. I was... ehm... Maybe, I ... You know what, forget it. It's not... just forget it."

Neal grabbed her hand as she tried to walk away but she tried to not look at him. "What is it, Angie?"

"It's nothing."

She tried to move back but he did not let go. "Tell me"

She looked at him. "I was thinking that maybe... I could come by...tonight, maybe... to talk."

"Sure. I will be home."

She smiled gently, "I will be there at seven."

"I will see you, then." She let go of her and she watched him until could not see him anymore. She returned to her desk but was completely unable to work. She was just staring at the computer screen, arguing with herself as she tried to explain what had just happened. What did she want to do? What would she talk about? Where was she going with this?

She looked down at the hand he had hold so dear and tried to remember what he had said. She was listening but she heard nothing. He was talking about her and Daisy, probably about being careful, but she was so caught up with his touch. Ever since she broke up, she was paralyzed by this touched. Had she always been so, she didn't know, but that was how it was now.

"Angie", she looked up and faced Sean's somewhat distressed face. "I will need you to send some documents to Agent Burke later."

"Of course, Mr. Kane, I can give it to him personally."

"You don't need to do that, but if you do, make sure that you have a copy of the documents."

"Yes, sir."

Another day without Daisy, she thought with a confused mine and heavy soul. She was beginning to think that she spend more time with taxi driver than with Daisy but maybe it would stop after today. Whatever, she was going to do, it could change everything...(maybe back to the way it used to be). The taxi stopped by the Burkes first, and she asked to driver to stay because it was only going to be a minute. He had a nice smile, and he was very polite.

She knocked three time, and the door opened soon enough. It was Elisabeth, stunned but still smiling. "You are back already?"

"Not for dinner, but to give Peter these papers. It is a list of all the people who knew about the painting and shipping."

She took it with a change expression, "you could have sent it."

"Yeah, but you know I was passing by anyway, so I thought that I would just give it myself, just to be completely sure."

"You were passing by?"

Angie smiled and glanced nervously to the taxi, "I am ... ehm... going to meet Neal, to talk."

"About what? If you don't mind me asking."

"I am not sure. Maybe about what I told you. I... I really have to go now."

"Alright, good luck with the talk." Elisabeth smiled cheekily.

Angie rushed down to the taxi with a shy smile, and waved goodbye to Elisabeth before they drove. The next stop, not that far away, was June's house and Neal's apartment. Her heart was beating louder and faster, it seemed, and she was losing the ability to think clearly. Suddenly, she had no idea what she was doing.

The taxi stopped, the driver smiled, she paid him, and then got out. She slowly moving to the house, and June opened the door with a smile and big hug for her. She was almost asking permission to meet Neal, and June granted it, but it seemed to be quite unwilling. She could feel June's eyes on her back, and she did not understand until she heard another voice, a female voice, talking to Neal.

"Thanks for the help."

"My pleasure", it was Neal's voice.

"I am glad that we can be friends, Neal"

"Me, too."

"We should really catch up some day."

"I would love that, Sarah"

Angie heard the female come closer to the stairs so she stepped up, and almost bumped into her. "I am sorry."

"No problem", she had big beautiful eyes, red hair, and in that short time, it was not difficult to see that she was a sophisticated and intelligent woman. She passed with a little smile.

"Angie", Neal called. She looked at him, stunned, as if he had appeared of nowhere. "come on in."

She followed him but still looking at the stairs, trying to understand if she had just dreamed it.

"Who was that?" Angie asked, trying to make sure it was real.

"Sarah Ellis" Neal swallowed, "I was with her before I ran away from New York."

Angie was staring at the door, "she is...stunning. How long before you ran away?"

"What?"

"How long before you ran, were you with her?"

Neal froze, trying to say something, but Angie understood it. "You ran away while you were with here."

"I didn't have much of a choice." Neal turned around a poured some wine in a glass, "You still don't drink, right?"

"I am considering it", she whispered to herself