Aurthor's Note: Another Easter Egg today, see if you can spot it.

Steve went back to his desk to grab his jacket. He noticed a pink message slip slipped under the corner of the blotter on his desk. It was from DMV. He picked it up and dialed the number.

"DMV – Records, how can I help you?"

"This is Inspector Keller from SFPD. Can I speak to..." Steve looked back at the message, "Mr. Murphy."

"Hold on, Inspector. I'll transfer you."

As Steve waited, Mike came out of his office, ready for there drive to Saratoga. He gave his partner an inquisitive look. Steve held up an index finger and dropped the bottom half of the receiver from his mouth, "Give me a minute, it's DMV about Miriam's Ex."

"A voice spoke on the other end of the line while Steve was talking."

"Inspector Keller?"

"Yeah. This is he. What do you have for me?"

"Well, Lockwood is a kinda common name. I have five in the bay area alone. 25 in California total."

"Great," Steve said sarcastically. "Tell you what, real quick, can we look at DoB? That should narrow down the list.

Murphy sounded perturbed when he spoke again. "Inspector, how about I just send you the whole list. I have other things to do."

"Well, seeing that two women are dead and this information might help me find out whose responsible, how about you just peek at that list and help out a fellow civil servant?"

Steve heard a heavy sigh before the voice began again. "Ok, what year are you looking for?"

Steve knew Miriam was born in 34 and her ex was in school with her, so for diligence sake, he went 2 years on either side. "Let's say 1932-1936."

Steve heard the papers being shuffled. "OK, that takes it down to two. You want me to telex you the info?"

Steve really wanted the information sooner rather than later. "How about you just dictate it? It really is important."

"You got a pen? Here you go:

Donald J. Lockwood, 137 Fillmore Street, San Francisco

Don Lockwood, 812 N. Camden Boulevard, Beverly Hills

You need phone numbers?"

"You got them right there?"

"Yep."

"Terrific, go ahead."

Murphy dictated the numbers. Steve thanked him and hung up. Mike had walked back to his office. Steve called into him, "I might have contact info on Sarah's father, you want me to call now or wait till we get back?"

"Call." Mike replied, "I can find something to do for a few minutes."

Steve dialed the first number which no success. He tried the second. The call was picked up after several rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak to Don Lockwood?"

"This is Lockwood. Who's calling?"

"Mr. Lockwood, this is Inspector Keller from The San Francisco Police Department. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"San Francisco? I'm down in LA. What's this about?"

"Are you familiar with a woman named Miriam Steiner?"

"Geeze, that's a blast from the past. Yeah, you could say I knew her. We lived together for two years in Vienna."

Steve snapped his fingers and signaled to Mike to come to his desk. "Mr. Lockwood, I'm going to put you on speaker, if that's ok."

"Sure. No sweat."

Mike came over to the desk to listen in on the call.

Steve began, "We are looking into something involving Miss Steiner and wanted to run a couple names by you. During your time at the University in Vienna, do you remember a Brian Jones or a Peter Garrod?"

The line went silent. After a few second Steve checked if Lockwood was still there. "Sir?"

"Yeah I'm here. Boy, those are names I hadn't even thought about in while. Yeah, I knew Pete and Brian. They were roommates. They were a couple of years ahead of me and Miri."

"Miri?"

"Yeah Miriam. That's what we all called her."

"So, she knew them too."

"Yep. We used to hang out together a lot. She knew the city better than the rest of us. She was born there before the war. Those were some good times. I lost track of those guys after Miri and I broke up and came back to the states."

Steve muted that call and looked to Mike. "Should I tell her she's dead?"

"Mike shook his head, "Not yet. Ask him if he knows anything about their backgrounds?"

Steve picked the call back up, "Mr. Lockwood, can you tell me anything you remember about Mr. Jones or Mr. Garrod?"

"Let me think, it's been 16 years since Vienna. Brian, I think was son of a British official, governor or something. He was working on his Master's. The rest of us were undergraduates. He grew up all over the place. Somebody, I don't remember who, told me he became a spy."

The information verified what they knew about Jones. "What about Garrod?"

"Pete was from Argentina. We used to laugh at him when he spoke Spanish. He was the whitest South America you ever want to meet. We used to joke, behind his back of course, that his family were Nazi's hiding out after the war."

Steve looked at Mike and rolled his eyes. Lockwood continued.

"I think I read that his family opened a Vineyard up near where you are, San Jose or something. At the time, I thought about taking a drive up there, but you know, never made the time. Hey, why all these questions about things that happened years ago. What has Miri gotten herself into."

Mike nodded his head to give Steve the go ahead on the notification.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Miriam Steiner is dead. She was murdered about a week ago and we are looking into it."

"Damn. That's a shame. It didn't work out between us, but that doesn't mean I didn't love her. You think Pete or Brian had something to do with it?"

"That has not been determined, but their names came up in the investigation and we are just checking them out."

"Say, if she's dead, how did you come up with my name? Just curious."

"Her father gave us the information."

"Really? I kinda thought the old man hated me for taking Miriam away. I suppose I should pay my respects. Do you have a phone number for Jakob?"

Steve picked up a pen, wrote a quick line on a scrap of paper and showed it to Mike.

Should I tell him about Sarah?

Mike mouthed, "Go for it."

"Mr. Steiner and his granddaughter live..."

"Nob Hill, yeah I remember the house. Do you have a number I can call? Um, wait, back up, did you say granddaughter? Miriam had a kid?"

"Yes Mr. Lockwood, Miriam had a 16-year-old daughter, Sarah Steiner."

The line went dead.

"I guess he did the math. Happy Father's Day." Mike said quietly.

00000

They were already on the road for a half hour when Mike spotted a road side diner in Woodside and stopped for lunch. Over Chili for Mike and a BLT for Steve they discussed their strategy.

"First order of business, I want to check in with the Santa Clara Sherriff's Office in Cupertino before we cut over to Saratoga. They are the law out here."

"Protocol and it makes good sense to let them know we are in the neighborhood if something goes sideways. We need to make sure to get their emergency frequency, just in case. We are dealing with a double murder. What then?"

"And then we do a little snooping. According to what I found out, the property is split in two, the vineyard and the riding stable. The main house is on the Vineyard side."

"Do they have a tasting room?" Steve asked hopefully.

Mike looked at his notes. "Yep."

"Too bad we have our city ride. We could have just gone in for a sample and got they lay of the land."

"Still might work if you lose the jacket and tie. With the beard you don't look much like a cop."

"Why, thank you. And what about you?"

"Lemme see what we have in the trunk. Usually there's a ball cap and a windbreaker back there."

"You know, it could get dicey if Georg's around. He might make me."

"From what I found out, he isn't much into the day to day operations. That's Peter's bailiwick."

"Good. It just might work. And the Stable?"

"Same deal, we could be checking it out to book lesson or an event for somebody. Doc Martin told me they do kid's birthday parties."

"Good old Doc Martin. OK and if they make us."

"If they make us, we put our cards on the table. Confront them with what we know and see what happens."

"And call for the Cavalry from the Sherriff's department."

Mike tapped his finger to his temple, indicating good thinking. "Exactly."

Both men went quiet and returned to their lunch. Mike finished the bowl and dropped his napkin on the table. "What do you make of Jones and Garrod being roommates?"

Steve swallowed the last mouthful of his sandwich and washed it down with the rest of his Coke. "I'm not sure. At first blush, I'd say he's in this up to his eyeballs. At one time it seems like he and Peter were tight. Plus, he knew Miriam. He conveniently gets called in on the case by Talbot..."

"Hang on. Jones told us he was called in by Talbot. We took him at his word because his credentials checked out. We haven't talked to the Marshal since."

"But we saw him at the Cemetery with Talbot."

"Sure, but maybe he was running a play on both sides, he was a spy after all. Told us that Talbot sent him, told the Marshal he was sent to help him."

"I don't know, that seems like a stretch. But we do know that his partner was murdered, and Ketamine was involved. Now Morgan and Talbot wind up missing. Like I said, he could have been part of setting up this whole deal from the beginning. Maybe even a go between."

"The only thing that's wrong with that is Lockwood seemed to indicate they didn't know about Garrod's his history."

"True. I guess we will have to keep an eye out for him. If he's involved, I would bet he's out here somewhere."

"Seems logical. You thinking that maybe they knew each other before they met at the University?"

"Anything is possible. They were in the same part of the world for a number of years. Who knows?"

"What about Morgan and Talbot?"

"We know Sills put an APB out on Dan Morgan. The feds did not seem too concerned with their man's disappearance. They seemed to think it was part of the way he operated. If we have read Jones right, and he is part of this, well after Natalie's murder, I have a bad feeling."

Mike nodded, finished his coffee and waved to the waitress for the check. Luck was with them and Mike found his Giant's cap and a dark blue wind breaker in the trunk of the LTD. Steve took off his jacket and tie and unbuttoned the tope button of his brown checkered shirt. He locked his badge and holster in the glove box. After a quick stop in Cupertino, it was time to follow the trail that led to Garrod/Cooper Estates.