Peter stood by an ATM and saw Tommy coming down the sidewalk. He turned his head to the display, and Tommy passed him without taking any notice.

"Tommy," Peter called after him. Tommy stopped and turned. "Your name's Sam now, remember?" He held up his ID and walked closer. Tommy turned but found Diana blocking his escape route, showing both badge and gun. "Special Agent Burke, FBI."

Diana slipped his wallet from his pocket and searched it. There were a bunch of hundred dollar bills.

"Same sequence as the bills from the cab," she said. "Rest in your safe in the hotel?" she asked Tommy, who looked like a scared rabbit caught in a cage.

"Yeah."

"Get E.R.T. on it," he instructed Diana. "Let Neal and Mozzie know we've got Tommy." Perhaps that could make the two of them relax a little and not do their own thing. But he owed them for Tommy's new name. He watched Tommy. "We need to talk."

"All right."

Peter grabbed his arm.

"Come on."

He took him to the car where Jones waited. Peter got Tommy into the backseat, and he and Jones returned to the headquarters. Jones guided Tommy to the interview room.

"How'd you get your hands on this money?" Peter asked, holding the first batch of bills, each in an evidence bag.

"A few nights ago, I did a drop at Sal's," Tommy said. "There were some briefcases. Nobody was looking." The opportunity makes the thief, Peter thought.

"Navarro has Gina," Peter told him, and by his look, he guessed Tommy knew this. "We don't know where. He's threatening to kill her. There's a way to make this right. Want to set things right, Tommy?"

"I love Gina."

"Snipers on the north and south rooftops. Mobile and foot units around the perimeter," Peter showed on the whiteboard. "We'll have undercover agents placed as vendors. But watch this area... it's a blind spot, access to the subways. We don't have enough manpower to cover the trains. I want you ready to move in when we get Gina's coordinates. Remember, the color of the day is orange."

"Uh, Gina's favorite!" the short guy spoke.

"He'll stay out of the way," Neal assured him.

"He'd better," Peter sighed. He wished he could have had them locked up for the next hours but had found no legal grounds for it on short notice. To have Neal and Mozzie in a place where he could see them had felt like the second-best move. "All right! Let's move out!"

People buckled up with their rifles and other equipment and left one by one from the abandoned office to take their spots outside without getting attention.

Diana took Tommy to prep him with a microphone.

Then he heard Mozzie's voice.

"…and these things go wrong a lot… then he's gonna take you… if not, then…"

"Neal!" Diana yelled and pushed Mozzie out of a room.

"What?" Mozzie protested. "You do realize Navarro's gonna think he bought that flashy watch with the money, right?"

The kid was there in an instant.

"What are you doing, Moz?"

"I'm explaining the risks when he's out there. Gina's life in his hands… he doesn't screw it up!"

Peter wished he had broken the law and left Mozzie tied to a chair in a locked room inside an aquarium somewhere.

"Get him out of here," Diana ordered, and Neal was eager to comply.

"No!" Peter stopped them. "I want him where I can see him. That chair." He pointed. "Don't move. Don't speak. Sit. Read a book." None of the two objected, and Mozzie sat down.

"Okay, folks, Navarro's here with two guards," Jones called out from behind his monitor, "and they brought artillery. Looks like mp5s and ACPs."

"This is it! Everyone in position! Everyone in a vest!" Peter ordered. "Tommy, you ready?"

"We got you covered from every angle," Diana assured him.

"No, I can't go out there."

"Look, if Navarro sees anyone but you out there," Peter said, "we risk losing Gina."

"I'm confounded by what Gina sees in you!" Mozzie was on his feet. "You ran away once, but you turned around and came back. Man up!" Peter kept his mouth shut because, for once, the short guy might have said the right thing to get this work. Tommy's eyes moved from Mozzie to Diana and then to Peter. Then he bolted for the door.

"Tommy, get back here!" Peter called, and an agent stopped the fleeing man. Peter glared at Mozzie. "You're three seconds away from being arrested." He caught up with their desperate thief. "Tommy, if you love her, then you have to go, and I mean now."

"Just walk out there and give him the money," Neal encouraged.

"H… he's gonna kill me."

"Uh, guys…" Jones said. "We got a problem at the drop point."

"What do you mean, a problem?"

They gathered around his screen.

"Where's Mozzie?" Neal asked.

Peter saw a man approach Navarro on Jones' screen.

"Not another step," they heard Navarro's voice over the speakers. So Mozzie got himself a microphone.

"He just walked into the drop," Peter said.'

"Just walk out there and give him the money," Neal told the terrified Tommy. No one would expect Tommy to be anything but scared, including Navarro.

"H… he's gonna kill me."

"Uh, guys…" Jones interrupted. "We got a problem at the drop point."

"What do you mean, a problem?" Peter asked.

Peter rushed towards Jones' screen.

Neal looked around and passed Mozzie's chair. It was empty.

"Where's Mozzie?"

"Not another step," they heard Navarro's voice over the speakers. But Tommy was still in the room.

"He just walked into the drop," Peter replied. What? Neal joined him by the screen. There was his friend in front of Navarro and his goons holding up his hands.

"Who the hell are you? Search him."

"I work for Tommy," Mozzie said. "I'm his intermediary. Hands!" he protested as he was searched. "I can get you the rest." So he had taken some of Tommy's stolen money.

"Where is he going with this?" his handler asked, but Neal had no idea.

"Let's hope he gets there fast," Diana said.

"Tell Tommy I can guarantee quick... but not painless," Navarro told Mozzie. "He'll know what I mean." The gangster turned and walked away.

"You're an idiot!" Mozzie called at the man's back. That sure stopped the man in his tracks. "You think Tommy's phone was encrypted? Your message was intercepted by the feds. You think this is a secure spot? Look up. There's a sniper. There's another one. Guy tying his shoe… agent. Lady with the fruit cart… agent. We're surrounded. They've been on to you since Sal's."

Neal closed his eyes, wishing he and Mozzie were somewhere else. Now Mozzie would never, ever be able to be near the FBI again, and that would make things more complicated for him.

"How did you know about that?"

"Oh, please, this is right out of the book," Moz replied. "Page 73, paragraph 2, line 5, and paragraph 4, line 7. Right out of the book!" Neal blinked. There had been nothing 'out of the book' in this case.

Did they just hear a gun unsecured as Navarro put a hand on Mozzie's shoulder?

"Where's Tommy? Where's my money?"

"This is not blowing up under my watch," Peter said. "We got to move. Go! Go!" he called into the radio, and people in body armor floated in from all directions.

"You know so much," Navarro said to Mozzie. "You know a way out?"

"Subway was the only place they couldn't cover. Lucky for you, I got a metro card."

Navarro jammed a gun up his friend's back and walked towards the metro.

"He knows that is our blind spot!" Peter yelled, throwing the radio on to the desk. "What is he thinking?!"

"Page 73, paragraph 2, line 5. Is that from the FBI field manual?" Neal asked.

"No." Peter's phone rang. "It's Hughes. Yes, sir?"

If it was not the FBI field manual, then what book was Mozzie referring to? He was the book his friend had brought from his bag in the few minutes he actually managed to sit on the chair as told. A.B. Tattersall, 'Scoppa's Escape.' He opened to page 73. Found paragraph two and the fifth line. The last word was 'perfect.' He moved to section four, line seven: 'exchange.' Neal knew what that meant.