Once on location at the intersection of Pine and Crawford John got out of the car and realized there were four houses there. Frank pulled along the one corner next to the red house and parked.
"It's has to be one of these houses," John said unsure of which one.
"Red, tan, white, and light blue, two look like houses and two look like businesses." Frank announced aloud.
"So Doe you got a favorite color?" Frank asked wondering if John would pick a random house or pick one based on the clues.
"No, there has to be some way to logically determine a clue," Doe thought for a min. "Wait Samuel Buck, if it said Byck, that means," Doe started to move back across the street towards a house.
"Doe he said Bick or Buck, not Bike." Frank stated thinking Doe was confused.
"No B-Y-C-K is pronounced bike," Doe said moving closer towards the white house that was on the corner.
"In 1974 Byck a disgruntled failed business man blamed all his troubles on then president Nixon, and created a plot to fly a jet into the white house, but he failed, and was killed. Although most of his plans he recorded on tapes." Doe said with an eerie tone.
"That's scary to think about considering now." Frank said uneasily.
They stopped on the door step of the white house and took a moment to think and take breathe for a second and examined the porch area. It had a small swing and plastic flowers in pots on the ground.
John reached up and with the brass handle firmly in his grip knocked on the door three times. No response then he decided to knock three more times. A faint voice inside said, "Just a minute."
A few seconds later the door latches clicked and the door was swung open. Opening the door was a middle aged old woman, smoking a cigarette. Inside the home it was dark and the television could be heard in the distance. She coughed twice then spoke.
"What do you want?" She said as if they had interrupted something important.
"Are you expecting us?" John asked thinking that someone involved with Phoenix would be inside.
"What in the hell kind of question is that?" She said grouchily and turned to look at Frank wondering what he was doing.
"Sorry ma'am we must have the wrong house," Frank said wondering what was supposed to happen.
She glanced at both of them then slammed the door closed loudly clicking the locks into place. John and Frank both looked at each other confused then didn't know what to say.
"Wait a minute," John said as he reached into his pocket pulling out the thing that was attached to the back of the computer.
He held the capsule device up and through his line of vision lined it up next to the address number of her house.
"It's a telephone number." John said as it began to make sense to him.
"Hand me your cell phone," John asked Frank as he reached into his pockets to place it into John's hand.
Doe opened the cover and dialed in the entire number into the keypad of the phone and hit send. Then he placed the phone to his ear to listen.
A mechanical voice spoke on the other end "Good Job John Doe you will be rewarded, you should take a break after solving this clue perhaps you should take a walk."
Then it shut off with a click and the phone on the other end hung up. John stood there with a puzzled look on his face.
"It said I will be rewarded and to take a walk" Doe said paraphrasing the message knowing that's what Hayes was going to ask next.
"Well all this and all we get is a short message like that? Does it mean anything else?" Frank asked.
"I don't know. There might be another clue." John said thinking about the message.
John thought for a second and on a news stand a few feet away he caught a glimpse of a disposable camera. John ran down the steps from the woman's porch and almost crashed into the side of the vending cart as he looked at the camera.
"Of course, Frank we have to go to the police station" John said turning to Frank.
Back in the police station John asked Frank to get the evidence from his case he told him about earlier.
"What evidence?" Frank asked confused by what John had been putting together in his mind.
"What ever it was you pulled out of the water." John said sure that this had to be the missing link.
Frank brought out three baggies which contained pieces of plastic that were in various sizes. John studied each of them he quickly noticed that two of the pieces of plastic had writing on them.
"These had fingerprints of the family of his friend on it right?" John asked.
"Yeah, how does this tie into this case," Frank asked.
"Well these pieces are from a disposable camera, and written in Arabic is a note saying it only takes twelve photos." John announced.
John then sat at a computer and started typing into the computer bringing up the internet. He typed into a few different search engines until he found a page. He clicked one link and a photo of an undamaged disposable camera appeared on screen. He clicked the print button and started to print it. He grabbed the printed page and moved towards the exit.
"C'mon we have to get to the photo developers shop." John said as he was exiting out the door.
They re-entered the photography shop with the bell at the top of the door jingling as they came in.
"Welcome back," Steve, who was still on duty from earlier, said as they came in.
"Thanks," John said as he moved back towards the counter.
John pulled the paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. As he asked, "The person that dropped off the film did their disposable camera look like this?"
Steve thought about it for a little while picking up the paper itself and examining it closely.
"As a matter of fact I think it did, I remember the foreign language that was on the sides." He said gaining more confidence in his memories as he went on.
"Do you still have the camera itself?" Doe asked hoping he might.
"No I would have thrown that out shortly after I removed the film." Steve answered.
"Thanks for your help," Frank said as Doe and Hayes stopped by the door to discuss what they had learned.
"This makes sense who ever took the photos is a private investigator, just like the one that got killed by his partner. Apparently the partner didn't want him taking the pictures in the first place so he stopped him the only way he could and destroyed the camera." Doe informing Frank how he thought things fit together.
"One thing I didn't mention was that I was in that building that is about a hundred yards off from where that one guy was killed, not too long ago. So the fact they were both using similar rare cameras for this area, he must have been taking photos of me too. The other guy that successfully took the photos then would have to be developed and sends them off. Which is where Fulton accidentally bought them trying to figure out who is brother was." John finished taking a breath.
"What about what Fulton said before he was killed?" Frank brought up again.
"Before there wasn't enough proof to say otherwise, but with more than one P.I. taking photos it proves it was just coincidental, so he must have meant something else." John thought about what he could have meant but was coming up with blanks.
"Like another John Doe?" Frank said kidding.
Frank's cell phone rang and he reached in his pocket to answer it. Hayes spoke on the phone for a few seconds and then looked up and Doe and nodded. He then hung up the phone and put it back into his pocket.
"Looks like we get to take a walk after all," Frank said after what he was told on the cell phone.
"What?" Doe said confused.
"There was gunfire in the park." He said adding a little light to the previous statement he had just made.
"The park?" John asked as the look on his face indicated that he knew he should have figured out that the clue from the mechanical voice over the phone he got meant to go to the park.
"When checking out the gunfire an officer found a business card for Jimmie's Mail World, so after hearing about the card we had they called." Frank explained knowing whatever was at the park couldn't be good.