"Sam," I hear Jack's soft voice and feel his hand on my shoulder. My eyes open, seeing him leaning onto the bed to awaken me. "We should start heading out soon."

"Right," I nod with a yawn and sit up in bed. "How's it look outside?"

"The snow's stopped but it's pretty messy out. We still have a missing person to look into."

"Okay," I yawn, slipping out of the sleeping bag and pulling on my clothes and shoes. Jack works on putting everything away while I manage to slip outside to use the bathroom.

When I'm finished, I head back into the cabin. "Ready?" Jack eyes me.

"Yeah, did you find anything to eat?"

"Nothing that looked edible." He slips his coat on and follows me out to the car. "We'll stop on the way for breakfast. Let me know if you see someplace that looks good."

"Do you want me to drive?" I offer.

"I'll give you a break for a little while," he smiles, slipping into the car while I take a seat in the passenger side.

"All right," I answer.

We head down the road, and I glance at the clock, seeing it's only quarter after seven. I notice my cell phone has a voice message-from Martin.

I dial in for the message, "Hey, Samantha, I wanted to see if you already went home. The snow's pretty bad and, well, I'll talk to you later." I glance over towards Jack as I hang up the cell phone.

"Martin," I state, sliding the phone into my pocket.

"You can probably reach him. The seminar doesn't start till eight." Jack glances my way and then concentrates on the road. "You're going to tell him about us, right?"

"Yeah," I nod. "I can't do it over the phone, though."

"How about tonight?" Jack questions.

"Maybe. I want to get this case out of the way first."

"There will always be a new case, Samantha. I'll tell him if you want."

"No," I shake my head. "I need to do it."

"All right."

We stop at a diner, grab a quick breakfast, and then head back on the road. I offer to drive and Jack hands over the keys. He glances through the date book we retrieved from the Collins home, hoping to recognize a pattern or something slightly off-key.

"Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Last February this guy served jury duty."

"Yeah, and--?"

"I don't know, but I think it's worth looking into."

"All right," I answer, glancing over as I hear him making a few phone calls, trying to dig up information.

Over an hour later, he finally hangs up and glances my way. "We definitely have a new lead on the investigation."

"What's that?"

"Kent Collins served on the jury of a murder trial, back in February. Do you remember the Madison case?"

"No."

"There was a series of females abducted and sexually assaulted before they were killed. Sanford Madison was on trial for four murders in August, but got off on a technicality-he wasn't read his rights."

"Why go after Collins if Madison wasn't convicted?"

"Oh, he was, but it was for a different trial in February. Apparently Madison got away with the murder of those four women because of the officer. He wasn't so lucky after he murdered his wife."

"Ouch," I cringe at the thought. "So Collins served for the second trial- on the wife's murder?"

"Yes, and that's not all. He served a few months in prison and made a deal to rat someone out, giving him a lighter sentence."

"So he's still in prison?" I question.

"Here's the clincher. Less than a month ago, he was released on parole."

"Even though he murdered his wife?"

"His attorney was able to appeal the charges and technically he's a free man."

"You're leaving something out."

"Yes," Jack nods with a sigh. "A week after he was reinstated into society, a blonde female disappeared; he has a liking for blondes."

"Interesting."

"Two weeks following a seemingly empty investigation, another woman disappeared from a bar across town. The NYPD have men on this guy at all hours, but they haven't been able to get anything on him. They were about to stop tailing him when I called."

"Did they see Kent Collins?"

"No, but this guy has a garage. Maybe he hauled Collins in the trunk and then took him out in the garage. It's not enough for a warrant, but we've got two officers going down to investigate for us."

"I'm assuming they've already questioned him on the missing women?"

"Of course," Jack answers, eyeing me. "He has a solid alibi, but they're confident he's the killer."

"Why take or kill Collins? Why not another jury member, and how did he obtain his information?"

"Once he was released, he was given a job at an insurance company-the same company Mr. Collins works for."

"Interesting," I muse.

"They work in different buildings and have different social circles, but it's not to say he couldn't have easily obtained a name and address for our missing person."

"If we can't get a warrant and he won't talk, what good are we to Collins?" I blow out a breath of air, slightly irritated.

"There was one suggestion Van Doren mentioned on the phone."

"You talked to her?" I eye him briskly. "What is it?"

"She thinks you'd be the perfect person to go undercover. You'd meet him at the bar and he'd have to take you home. Anything you'd find while you're over there could be of use and might help our investigation."

I nod my head, "Okay."

"Sam, there will be officers outside and you'll be wired. You won't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"It's for a good cause," I laugh, trying to ease my mind.

"He's going to have to think you're interested in him," Jack reminds me.

"I've done undercover work before-no sweat."

"Sam," his eyes meet mine and, without words, I know what he's thinking and feeling. I nod swiftly and glance back towards the road as we approach the Bureau.