Disclaimers in chapter one.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the feedback—it means so much.

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Samantha decided Vivian was right about St. John's Hospital. They were severely lacking in spare rooms, and the one Vivian had disappeared into in order to interview Margo Reed's patients was only slightly larger than Samantha's own closet.

Which wasn't very large to begin with.

Tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, she forgot about the size of the room and her closet and followed Jack through the door of St. John's security office.

Jack, in turn, was following a bulky man who had introduced himself as Frank Rhinehart and promised the agents access to yesterday's parking lot security tapes.

"There's a camera at either end of the lot," he explained once they were all in the room (one Samantha couldn't help but note as possibly smaller than her closet), and gestured to the two black and white television screens. Another man sat in front of them, and he nodded to the agents before turning back to surveillance.

"Here are the tapes from yesterday," Frank Rhinehart told them, picking up two in his broad hand. "From.." he trailed off, studying the covers. "Four-thirty PM to seven-thirty PM. One for each camera." He raised his eyes to the agents. "Those the times you need?"

"That's good for now," Jack said.

"Great." Frank gestured to a side door in the security office. "There're some old TVs and a couple VCRs in there, you guys want to stay here to watch those."

"Sure. Thanks for your help," Jack nodded, and Samantha offered a grateful smile.

"No problem. You need anything else, let me know. Frank Rhinehart," he clarified, before the agents disappeared into the side room.

It was larger than Samantha expected, and appeared to be more of a storage room than anything else, but there were, as the guard promised, two TVs equipped with VCRs and a pair of wooden chairs set up in front of them.

Jack passed Samantha a tape and gave her a wry smile before slipping his own cassette into place. She followed suit, and soon the screens were illuminated with the colorless glow of parking lot surveillance.

After getting acquainted with the layout of the lot and noting the time, Jack gave the okay to fast forward the tapes to five forty-five PM.

Samantha sat forward and studied her screen intently, chewing on her lower lip in concentration. The room was silent except for the whirring of the old VCRs, and the minutes on screen clicked by with agonizing precision. At five fifty-eight, Jack pressed pause and Samantha did the same barely a second later.

"I think I've got Margo," Jack announced.

"I think I've got someone suspicious," Samantha countered, her lips twitching into a smile. "But you go first."

Jack's tape caught the back door to the hospital, and standing frozen in the doorway on screen was the fuzzy image of a woman. Her features were almost indistinguishable, but her slight build and mane of dark hair, coupled with the time on the screen made for an almost infallible identification.

At Samantha's nod, Jack released the pause button and they watched as Margo Reed stood for a moment, then began to make her way across the lot. Halfway, she disappeared out of the camera's view just as she was approached by someone from the side.

"Damn," Jack muttered, and Samantha rolled her eyes, nodding toward her own screen. She set the tape to play, catching from behind a man who moved onto the screen from off camera and crouched down next to an indeterminate vehicle. They watched as he pulled a baseball cap over his head, moving away from the car and towards Margo Reed as soon as she appeared on screen.

In what was only a matter of seconds, he was next to her, the side of his body pressed against hers, and an arm wrapped quickly around her back.

"She's not even looking at him," Jack observed, leaning closer.

"But she's not looking away, either," Samantha pointed out, as the agents watched the two on screen continue walking until they exited through the opening of the covered parking and disappeared from the camera's view. She stopped the tape, leaning back in the hard wooden chair. "Do you think she knows him?"

Jack frowned before replying, "I don't know. She doesn't appear startled but maybe he didn't give her a chance to be. Let's watch these again, check for any eye witnesses. Someone had to be in that parking lot."

The tapes were rewound, and once again the only sound in the room off the side of St. John's main security office was the reluctant whirr of the twin VCRs as they spun slowly to life.

*

"So she told me I should try to include more fiber in my diet, and I informed her that my fiber intake is just fine, thank you, and then.."

Vivian dropped her head into her hand to smother a yawn, and she wondered to herself if 'Could you tell me the nature of your appointment with Margo Reed?' had been the right question to ask. She waited until the woman sitting across from her had finished explaining her health habits, and offered a smile.

"You've met with Margo Reed before, correct?" Vivian asked her.

"Once or twice."

"What did she seem like yesterday?"

The other woman shrugged. "Fine. A little pushy, of course, like she knows what's best for my diet.."

At Vivian's raised eyebrow, she stopped speaking before muttering a quiet, "She was fine."

Vivian smiled. "Thank you."

*

Jack, Samantha and Vivian met in the parking lot of St. John's, where a team of crime scene techs was just finishing their search.

"We're taking her car back for an analysis," one of them informed the agents. "But it looks clean. So does the rest of the lot, unfortunately," he continued. "We'll let you know about the car as soon as possible."

They thanked him, and proceeded to walk through the parking lot.

Vivian commented, "None of the people Margo saw yesterday noticed anything different or off about her. They all said she was fine. Among other things," she couldn't help but add with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, someone was waiting for her when she left. Right here," Samantha informed Vivian as they passed the particular parking spot. A different car was sitting there, she noted in disappointment. "He came from somewhere off-camera. Behind that ledge, maybe," Samantha pointed to a small concrete wall separating the inner lot from the street. There looked to be just enough room between the top and bottom for someone to squeeze through.

"Any eye-witnesses?" Vivian asked, and Jack nodded.

"There were three other people in the lot at the time Margo left yesterday, two men and a woman," he told her. "The hospital is rounding up anyone who had an appointment that ended between five-forty and six o'clock yesterday. They'll be coming to the office."

At that moment, Jack's phone rang.

"Malone."

"Hey Jack, it's Danny. Listen, we got contact information for Margo's parents and for her twin brother, Dylan. According to the husband, they're very close."

Jack replied, "You two take the brother, then." He glanced at Vivian. "You up for the parents?"

She nodded, and Jack returned to the phone. "Great. Viv'll work the parents, and Sam and I'll take the eye-witnesses."

Danny relayed the Bradshaw's phone number to Jack.

"Hey, what'd you think of the husband?"

Jack could almost hear Danny shrug before he answered.

"Seemed honest. Nothing to indicate a troubled marriage, either."

"Okay." After filling Danny in on the tapes, Jack hung up and turned back to Vivian and Samantha.

"Danny says the husband seemed to be telling the truth," he informed them. "Apparently, Margo has a twin brother she's close to. Martin and Danny are going to see what they can get out of him."

They stopped at the opening of the parking lot, squinting against the fierce sun that did nothing to alleviate the chill in the air.

"Where'd they go from here?" Samantha asked quietly, searching the bustling streets.

Anywhere, Jack thought. They could have gone anywhere.

TBC..