I head inside the bar, catching Kellar's gaze and then Madison's. I let out a nervous breath, trying to calm myself down as I glance back towards Sanford. I give him a smile before ordering a club soda from the bartender.

*******

He makes his way over, drink in hand. "Sanford," he introduces himself, taking a seat beside me at the bar.

"Jocelyn," I smile towards him. "What brings you here?" I question, my eyes meeting his light blue hues.

"Looking for a good time."

"Ahhh," I nod with a smile, "same here."

"You come here often?" He glances me over. "I haven't seen you in here before."

"A friend recommended the place; said they had phenomenal music."

"You don't seem to be with your friend?" He glances around and then down at my left hand, noticing the absence of a wedding band.

"No," I answer with a girlish laugh. "She's at work," I state. "What about you?"

"I live around the corner from here and, like you said, the music's good," he repeats with a laugh. "You have the most gorgeous hair." His hand moves to my cheek, brushing my bangs from my eyes. My hair is clipped up, keeping the locks from obscuring all viewpoints.

"Thanks," I smile, trying to adjust to the atmosphere and the assignment. I take a drink from my club soda, trying to keep my mouth from growing dry as words escape me. I realize what I must do and let out a breath, seeing Kellar's eyes on me. "You want to dance?" I stand up, gesturing for Sanford to follow me towards the dance floor.

"I'm not very good on my feet."

"I won't judge you," I answer with a grin, taking his hand in mine and pulling him onto the dance floor. I place his hands on my hips, showing him I want to be affectionate and to take the next step. I know I have to do this, to gain his trust and get back to his place. I try and quell my nerves with a reassuring smile, as I feel his lips on my ear.

"You really are beautiful; I can't believe you're not seeing anyone."

"I like to keep my options open," I answer, turning around and swaying to the music as I rub my body against his. His hands rest on my hips and move down to my thighs, holding me close against him. His lips are beside my ear, allowing me to hear him.

"You're really something on your feet."

"You should see me off of them," I tease, glancing back to catch his gaze before dancing around freely and feeling his hand wanting to reach out and touch me. The tips of his fingers brush against my sides and I pull myself in close against him. "This what you want?" I whisper, running my tongue along my lips to wet them. His eyes are transfixed on my mouth as his lips move down to graze mine.

The music stops and I back off, not letting him kiss me. I take his hand, pulling him with me. "Jocelyn," he whispers, his breathing heavy and his blue eyes now a darker shade as my hand falls to my side.

"You want to get out of here?" I suggest.

"What'd you have in mind?" His eyes look deep into mine.

"Your place," I answer, linking my fingers in his as he escorts me to his car.

My gaze travels around the parking lot. "Did you bring a car?" he asks.

"I took a cab," I respond, feeling Jack's gaze on me, but not seeing him outside. Sanford opens the door for me and I slip inside his car, buckling myself in as we take off for his home.

"So you're from New York?" Sanford eyes me curiously.

"Outside of the city," I answer. "What about you?"

"I've lived here forever. I love the nightlife; it's what keeps me here."

"I know what you mean," I nod with a laugh. He pulls into the garage and we head inside.

"You want anything to eat, drink?" he offers.

"No," I smile softly. He moves towards me, his hands going around my waist and down over my ass. I try not to look irritated and give him a smile.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've met."

"Guess you haven't been with that many," I answer, feeling his mouth move down close to mine. I try not to shy away, even though I desperately want to.

"What's wrong?" His eyes meet mine as he nods his head. My stomach knots. Does he know who I am? "Come on," he takes my hand, ushering me to his bedroom. The lights are dimmed and his hand moves towards the clip in my hair, unclasping the plastic and allowing my blonde curls to fall down my shoulders. "You should wear your hair down more often," he whispers towards me, fingering the blonde locks.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I eye his bedroom and listen intently for any sounds or clues to Kent Collins.

"Go right ahead," he tells me, gesturing towards the bathroom door. I slip inside, locking it behind me. I pace around, trying to get myself together. I need more time to search his place. I could potentially do the unthinkable and likely he'd be asleep afterwards. I shake my head 'no'. I can't and won't do that.

He thinks I'm here for sex. If I don't find any evidence, I'm not sure what I'll do. I glance around in his cabinets, looking for anything that will connect him to any of the murders, disappearances, and kidnappings- recent or not.

I unclasp the wire from my bra, leaving the device taped under the bathroom sink. "I have to take the wire off," I whisper loud enough for those listening to know I'm not in any real danger. "He hasn't confessed anything to me and he likely won't. I'm going to take a look around his house," I tell everyone before I flush the toilet and run the sink. I can only imagine their faces at the sounds from the device.