"Can I help you?" Krissy Moore asked, answering the door to find two men on her stoop.
"Special Agent Jack Hudson, Detective Bryce James. We'd like to know if you're being held hostage against your will." Jack said, showing her his badge.
"Ex, excuse me?" She asked, shocked. "Is this a prank?"
"No, Ma'am." Bryce clarified.
"Then what on earth is going on?" She exclaimed loudly.
"I have been tracking down a criminal since I was back home in South Dakota, using a tracking device that I placed on his car, and ma'am, that car right there is the precise car I placed that tracker on." He explained.
"Wha- huh? I've had that car for two years, never have I been in South Dakota, what makes you so sure that my car's the car you're looking for?" She asked loudly, almost yelling.
"Ma'am, do you mind if we take a look at your car? Just to make sure we have the wrong car?" Jack asked calmly, trying to intervene and calm the situation.
"You know what? Be my guest. Just don't try to steal it or anything!" She exclaimed, taking the keys off a hook near to the door, and throwing her arm at the two, nearly slapping the both of them in the face with the keys.
"Thank you, ma'am. We'll get these back to you right away." Bryce said, taking the keys. With that, the two men turned around and walked to the car, analyzing it.
"Bobby, Myles, c'mon, help us here." Jack said into his mic. About 20 seconds later, the two other agents came around, standing on the other side of the car.
"So, where do we start?" Bobby asked.
"We start," Bryce said, getting on his hands and knees at the back end of the car. "With this." He concluded, holding up a small magnetic piece he pried off of the undercarriage.
"So that confirms this is the same car." Jack said, seeing what the detective held up.
"But there is all this baby stuff in here. I highly doubt someone would bring a baby to a meth lab, unless he was stupid." Myles said, looking in the backseat.
"Believe me, there's many stupid people in this world. But I don't think the guy we're looking for is stupid." Bobby replied.
"Not to mention, we saw a man flee the scene, not a woman, and certainly no one with a baby." Bryce added.
"So what do we have here? What's the common denominator between this meth dealer and this innocent family?" Jack asked, looking at his team.
"Other than the same make and model car and the GPS tracker, nothing." Myles replied. "Mya checked the plates. They're registered to Krissy."
Bobby smiled through his mask, an idea forming in his brain. "We haven't checked all identifications yet." He said, jogging to the front door, and opening it. "Mya, I'm going to read you the VIN number. Let us know who it is registered to." He said as he positioned himself to read the long number properly.
"Of course. You can change just about everything, except the VIN." Jack said in realization, walking up to the front of the car, anticipatedly waiting to hear the outcome.
"Go ahead." Mya said, then Bobby read the number. After a few clicks, she smiled at her computer. "You wanna meet the guy we're looking for?" She asked the guys, a smile evident in her voice.
"Of course!" Myles replied.
"Come on back to the van."
"Ugh! Her and her teasing!" Bobby complained as the group walked to the van.
Jack chuckled. "Hey, she has to keep us in suspense somehow. Usually she holds all the answers."
"And this doesn't annoy you?" Myles asked, shocked.
He shrugged in reply. "I'm used to it."
"Used to it!" Bobby exclaimed. "How could you be used to it?"
"Do you want to know who it is or not?" Jack asked as they all piled into the van.
"Yes. Of course." Myles replied.
"Then stay quiet and listen. She's about to tell you." He replied, then waved to Mya.
She smiled at him. "Thank you. Now, what I'm about to tell you is about to blow your minds."
?-?
"I booked the tickets." Bob said as he walked back into the room to find Carla washing the dishes.
"Great!" She replied. "We'll tell Sue and Jack tonight at dinner."
He nodded. "Sounds good."
She smiled at him as she dried her hands. "Thank you for suggesting this. I'm really looking forward to it."
He smiled back. "I'm glad. I am too."
"So we're in Arizona. Besides visiting your friend's estate, what else should we do?"
Bob smiled. "I have some ideas."
Carla smiled as well, ready to hear his ideas.