"What do you have for me, Baby Girl?" Morgan asked impatiently over the phone.
"I'm running that license plate number as fast as I can," Garcia assured him. "And, the winner is – Oh No!"
"What?" Blake asked.
"This name – It's showed up several other places," Garcia spoke hurriedly.
"What's the name?" Morgan demanded.
"That Town Car is registered to a Boris Antipov," Garcia told him. "And, not coincidentally, that name also appears on a list of suspected Russian mobsters maintained by The Organized Crime Unit. And, his name also appears on the list that Reid discovered on the necklace."
"Oh Boy!" Blake breathed. "It seems we are knocking at the door of a regular hornet's nest."
"Do you have a picture and an address for him?" Morgan asked.
"Sending both to your phones," Garcia replied.
As Morgan and Blake examined the picture Garcia had sent, there was knock on the window of the truck. Looking up, they saw a familiar face.
"Agent Perkins," Morgan put his window down and greeted the man. "How are things at Homeland Security these days?"
"They would be much better if you people weren't always interfering with our surveillance," the agent replied.
"Good to see you, too," Blake smiled at the man.
"I'm going to have to ask you to move," Agent Perkins continued. "We are trying to not call attention to ourselves."
"Well, you're not doing a very good job of it, standing in the middle of the street like this," Blake pointed out. "Besides, these people are probably well aware of your surveillance activities."
"What we do isn't any of your business," Agent Perkins told them seriously. "Now Move!"
"Okay, Okay! We're going!" Morgan put the truck into gear and pulled away.