Chapter 2

The next morning Laura woke up early.  She stretched and looked over to Luke's side of the bed.  He wasn't there.  She sat up and looked around the hotel room.  There was no sign of him.  Laura got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door.  She knocked but there was no answer.

Laura began to get worried.  "What if the police caught him," she said to herself.  "I have to find him."

She quickly got dressed and headed to the door.  Just as she reached her hand out to turn the door knob, the door opened.  Luke stepped into the hotel room

"Luke where were you?" she asked running to him.

He held up two paper bags and smiled at her.  "I went to get us some breakfast," he said.  "I also had a phone call to make."

"We have a phone Luke," Laura said pointing to the phone on the nightstand.  She took one of the bags of food from him.

"I know, but I was afraid the call would be traced back to this room.  I couldn't risk it."

"Mmmm, doughnuts," Laura said helping herself to one.  "Who did you call?"

"Roy."

"Do you think we're going to need help with this?"

"No Baby.  You and I can solve this one on our own.  I just needed someone to bring a few things that I forgot.  I didn't want the boys involved.  Scott is probably watching them," Luke said as he opened the other bag and took out two Styrofoam cups of coffee.  He handed one of them to Laura.

"Thanks," she said taking the cup.  She took a deep breath.  "Where do we start looking Luke?"

"I think the first thing we need to do is get more information on Theresa Carter.  I just haven't figured out how."

They sat silently eating breakfast for several minutes.

"Luke?  I have an idea."

"What Angel?"

"Where did we first learn about Theresa?"

"From your memories," Luke said.

"No.  I mean, where did we learn her name?"

Luke thought for a moment.  "From Bobbie."

"Right.  Bobbie found a file on her at the hospital.  We need to find a way to see that file."

"What good would that do?  The address on it would be useless since she's dead."

"Its not the address we want.  There is probably an emergency contact listed in her file.  If there is and we can find them…"

"We can get more information about her," Luke finished.  "Great idea," he added kissing her.

Meanwhile Scott Baldwin had just walked in the door of the D.A.'s office.  Just as he sat down at his desk when the phone rang.

"Baldwin," he said.

"Laura Spencer wasn't on the plane when it landed in London," said the voice on the other end.

"I know that, but we have a bigger problem," Scott said looking worried.

"What?"

Scott took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before he answered.  "Spencer got away and to make matters worse, he knows Laura didn't kill Rick Webber."

"How could you let that happen?  I should have arranged for you to have been killed in that attic instead of Webber."

"I'll take care of it.  Just don't hurt…" Scott started to say.  He never finished because the person on the other end hung up.

Scott buried his face in his hands.  "What am I going to do?" he asked himself.