Hondo's first way was to the operations center. A quick glance over the monitors told him that there was no new information. He swore heavily, then ran into the locker room and took a shower. Back at his locker, he saw Luca sitting on the bench and playing on his cell phone.
"Can't you decide whether you want to stay here or sleep in your own bed?"
"Marcos called."
"Since when has Marcos been calling you?" Asked Hondo in surprise.
"Since I told him what East was doing with women and a subtle hint that he has a brown-haired sister and three brown-haired cousins."
He couldn't help but grin. "You're playing hardball, don't you?"
"We won't be friends in this life, because we both have the wrong job. But if nobody else notices, I occasionally get him to help."
"And, did he help?"
"Yes and no. He knows neither the car nor the driver. But he put his crew on it. If East is hanging around in any backyard in East Hollywood, the noose is now quite a bit tighter. "
Hondo patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you, Luca."
"Nothing to thank for. I passed the operations center earlier. Thirty-nine hours, the clock is ticking and we're twiddling our thumbs. It's absolutely sickening."
He pulled a sweater over his head. "I feel you. Are you coming for a burger? Deacon went home, put the kids to bed. The others are gone too."
"Better than going home. In the end I roam the streets instead of sleeping."
They drove to a nearby diner mostly frequented by cops and each had a decent meal. On their return they came across Deac, who was sitting in the kitchen alone.
"I wouldn't have expected you so early."
"The children were extremely good today and in no time at all in bed. And the flowers for Annie helped buy me out. Something new?"
Hondo growled. "Still nothing. He's probably too busy torturing Christina to drive around the area. The waiting gets on my nerves."
"Ours too," said Chris and held the door for her colleagues.
"What are you doing here?"
"The forty-eight hours are not over yet. There's still a small chance of finding her alive. And then we don't want to have to drive here from home first. So, I was at home and got fresh clothes and a book. I don't know where they were, we just happened to get back here at the same time, "she pointed to Tan and Street. "We'll get the camp beds out again."

By midnight, Hondo, unable to sleep, had made one more lap around the quarter. After the shower afterwards, he felt tired enough to settle back down on a cot.
Deac and Luca were already snoring softly, nothing of the others could be seen. Finally he fell into a restless sleep too.

A hand on his shoulder woke him, while his cell phone gave an alarm signal. He started up. Chris stood in front of him looking worried. "What...?"
"Half past five. One of Luca's contacts called."
A quick look told him that his colleague's camp was abandoned. He jumped up. "What do we have?"
"The car is in a backyard on N Westmoreland Avenue. The adjoining house is considered inhabited, but the windows are curtained. Our man cannot remember the owner. - We have requested satellite images and floor plans," she explained quickly before he could give orders.
"Good work. I'll be with you in two minutes. "
"By the time you're in the kitchen, the coffee should be ready. Vandelli's team is on their way. Mumford and his boys are upstairs, we sent an officer to wake them up. He said he is always ready."
"Maybe as reinforcement. First I have to get a look at the scene."
"Got it, boss. We prepare everything. "
"Thank you. Uh, Chris? "
"Yes?"
"Go to the storage room, get some of the instant cool packs and put them into Black Betty."
"Copy."

When he entered the operations center with his coffee mug, his team was completely present. They looked at the screen.
"Enlighten me," he ordered shortly.
"Earlier one of my informants named Ripo called me. The car is hidden behind a few garbage cans in a courtyard on N Westmoreland. Nobody has ever seen the owner. The floor plan has just arrived, but it doesn't look like what we have on the satellite images," explained Luca.
"So let's go in there blind."
"That hasn't stopped us before," Deac remarked dryly.
Chris cleared his throat. "Boss, if we go there now and she's there, we have a chance she'll still be alive when we find her. We have no other lead. Look at the clock. It's our last chance. And hers."
Hondo looked into the expectant faces of his team.
"Get ready, I'll inform Cortez. Ready to go in three minutes."
"Aye, boss," came the chorus, then the room emptied.
He had a short phone conversation with Jessica, who, to his surprise, was already on her way to headquarters, then hurried to Black Betty, who was waiting in the courtyard with the engine running.
With flashing lights and siren, Luca steered through the early rush hour traffic. At some point he switched off the siren. "Two minutes out," he called.
Hondo opened his eyes and raised his head. "We have two goals: to find Christina Brown alive. And take Orlando East. No matter how, he must not escape us."
"Aye", his team answered.
"Sixty seconds!"
Then they stopped on the back street in East Hollywood. When they stood in the street, they examined the house.
Jess's voice sounded in his earplug. "Command for 20-David. We keep an eye on you from above. The Navy gave us additional satellite access. Two heat signatures can be seen in the house, presumably in the same room in the front to middle part of the house. Mumford's team is currently taking a position in the parallel street in case East wants to flee through the backyards."
"Got it," Hondo confirmed quietly. It was still silent in the surrounding houses. A faint glimmer of light could be seen through a crack in the window next to the front door of their target object.