After Jamison made the startling statement, Martin thought it best to bring him to the office for a formal interrogation. Jamison agreed to go with Martin. After Vivian called Jack to fill him in on the newest developement, she joined Martin in the interrogation room.

Jamison was sitting across from Martin and Vivian looking very nervous. Before they could ask a question, he blurted out, "Look I didn't do anything illegal, OK? I was paid to follow that girl, and that's all I did. I know my rights, but I don't have anything to hide."

Martin studied Jamison's nervous expression and then asked, "Who paid you to follow her?"

"I don't know. Two years ago, I got a call from a man about following Kathryn. He said he would pay me five grand if I took some pictures of her. I figure she was the man's wife or ex-wife. Anyway, he told me to drop the pictures off in a mailbox at an apartment building in Jersey. When I dropped the pictures off, there was an envelope of money. So every couple of months he would call and ask for more pictures. I would take them, drop them off, and pick up my money. I've never seen the man."

"What kind of pictures did you take?" asked Vivian.

"Just your basic surveillance pictures...walking around the city...going to and from work...on errands. I started to realize she wasn't the man's wife when I saw her more and more with the guy she eventually married...Taylor. So I wasn't sure what connection my client had with her. I figured maybe that baby was my guy's....and that maybe he wanted me to keeps tabs on the kid. I didn't know...I didn't ask questions."

"You didn't think it was strange? I mean...you were basically stalking her," asked Martin in a disgusted tone.

"Look...I didn't threaten her, and I kept my distance. She didn't even know I was there. Hell, her husband is one of you guys...and he never even knew I was there. I didn't bother them. I just got my pictures, and that's it. No harm done."

"No harm done? No harm done?" said Martin as he stood up and paced around the room. "She's missing, Mr. Jamison. She's been missing for almost two days."

Vivian glanced at Martin and then back to Jamison. "Tell us about the last time you saw her, Mr. Jamison."

"I followed her from her apartment to her father's company. Um...but I never saw her come out."

"Did you just miss her or..." Vivian started to ask.

"No...I got a call from my client. He called me off. He said he didn't need anymore pictures and that I should drop off what I had and pick up my money. So that's what I did. When I left, Kathryn was still in the office."

"Had he ever done that before?" asked Martin as he looked down. "Had he ever called you in the middle of surveillance to tell you to stop?"

"No. That was a first."

Vivian looked down as her heart started to sink. This was starting to sound more and more like a planned abduction.

While Martin and Vivian continued to talk to Jamison, Jack and Samantha entered Mrs. Kopeckie's apartment.

"Come in. Back so soon? I mean I just spoke to one of your people earlier. I have to say...you have to nicest group of people at the FBI. I mean...Danny is such a darling boy...and Agent Johnson from this morning...she couldn't have been more polite," Mrs Kopeckie said as she ushered them into her apartment.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kopeckie. We have a few more questions for you. Are you sure you didn't hear anything in Danny and Kathryn's apartment after she left that day?" asked Jack.

"No...I don't think so. Let me think...I was watching The View...and then...Oh you know what? It's possible I couldn't have heard anything because the exterminator came and was working back in my bedroom. So..."

"The exterminator? Did this exterminator go to every apartment on the floor? The super didn't mention that," remarked Samantha as she looked at Jack.

"Oh no...he just comes to my apartment. See I've got termites in my bedroom. A few months ago, I won this free termite inspection and this lovely man came over and found a problem in my bedroom. So, he agreed to help me with the problem for free if I didn't tell any of other tenants. He didn't want to make a habit of working for free...you know?"

"How many times has this exterminator been here in the last few months?" asked Jack.

"Oh...he comes once every couple of weeks. He's a really nice man to help me free of charge."

"Yeah...I'll bet. Mrs. Kopeckie, do you mind if Agent Spade and I take a look in your bedroom. We especially want to look at that vent in your closet...the one you told Agent Johnson had the rotting drywall."

"No, I don't mind. It's kind of a mess back there, but knock yourself out. Would you like me to make you some tea while you are back there?"

"That would be lovely. Thank you," replied Samantha with a smile.

Jack and Samantha entered the bedroom and Jack shut the door. "So how are there only termites in this one room? If you have them in one place, you have them everywhere." asked Jack.

"And why does he need to come every two weeks? And he doesn't charge anything? I on...something is strange," Samantha said as they walked into the closet. "There's the vent."

Jack leaned down and started to pull the vent out of wall. It came out easily. When he leaned in, he could see through into Danny and Kathryn's closet with his mini-flashlight. "Well, there definitely isn't any drywall blocking the area between the two vents, but there's no way a man could have gotten through this vent...unless he's a child."

Samantha stood back and looked up. She noticed that the ceiling of the closet was a drop ceiling. "Maybe he can't get through down there, but he could up here," she said as she pointed upwards.

Jack stood up. "Here...I'll boost you up," he said as he gave her the flashlight.

Samantha took it and stepped into Jack's clasped hand as she braced herself on the rod of the closet. She pushed up on the ceiling panel and poked her head through. As she turned on the flashlight, she said, "There's no drywall or dividing wall up here either." Then she pulled herself up on to one of the support beams.

"Be careful up there," Jack called out.

Samantha slowly edged her way over on the beam, and then pulled up on the ceiling panel over Danny and Kathryn's closet. Samantha's breath caught as she realized anyone could have crawled over and gained access to their apartment. She slowly backed up on the support beam and lowered herself back down. Jack guided her back down to the ground. "Are you OK?" he asked as she was still in his arms.

Samantha looked up at him with a concerned expression. "The closets are connected. This exterminator...whoever he have easily gotten into their apartment. Something awful has happened, Jack. I just know it."

Jack gave Samantha a supportive squeeze before he let her go. "Come on. Let's find out who this exterminator is."

Mrs. Kopeckie couldn't tell them the exterminator's name or any other information. Apparently, she was so happy to get something for free that she didn't care to ask for details. So Jack asked her to accompany them back to the office so she could work with a sketch artist. On their way back to the office, Vivian called Jack and gave him the details on Jamison. She told Jack that they were in the process of running his phone records to find out who his client is, and then they planned on going to the apartment building in New Jersey that served as the picture drop-off location. Jack told Vivian to wait until he got back, and they would all go to the New Jersey location.

When Jack and Samantha returned to the office with Mrs. Kopeckie, they first brought her by the interrogation room. "Do you recognize that man?" Jack asked as Mrs. Kopeckie looked throught the two-way mirror at Jamison.

"No...should he look familiar?"

"He's not your exterminator?" asked Jack suspiciously as Samantha stood next to him with her arms folded.

"Nope. That's not him."

"OK. Sam, would you take Mrs. Kopeckie to the sketch artist?"

"Sure," she replied as she took Mrs. Kopeckie's arm and guided her down the hall.

Jack watched for a few moments as Martin continued to talk to Jamison, and then he walked in the room. "Mr. Jamison, I'm Agent Malone. Have you ever been in Danny and Kathryn Taylor's apartment," he asked abruptly.

"Hell, no. I told you I didn't do anything illegal. Nothing," he said desperately as he looked at Martin. "Look...I knew that Taylor was an FBI agent. I knew I was taking a chance by just taking pictures. Whenever he was with Kathryn, I kept at a further distance. I never would have gone into their apartment."

"Did your client ever ask you to go into their apartment?" Jack asked.

Jamison looked down and shook his head as he rubbed his balding head. "Yeah, he asked me. It was right after Kathryn married Taylor. I followed them to the park one afternoon. They left the kid at home with the grandmother. They were having a...a...romantic picnic in the park. I was quite a ways away, but I had my telephoto lens. They were laughing and having a good time. Then they started kissing...they were in kind of a secluded area...so...I mean they didn't go all the way or anything...but still the photos were pretty intimate. So after my client saw those pictures, he wanted more. He asked me to go into their apartment and set up a video camera in their bedroom."

Jack and Martin glanced at each other and both shook their heads. "And you said no?" Martin asked.

"I said absolutely not. That's not my kind of thing. He even offered to double my fee and I still said no."

"You're a real saint," Jack said sarcastically. "How did he react when you said no."

"He was pissed. I didn't hear from him for a couple of months after that, but he eventually called again. I don't know if he ever found someone to go in their apartment."

The phone started to ring in the interrogation room. Jack rose and answered it. "Malone."

"The phone records are a dead end. This guy knows what he is doing. He's using a cloned phone every time," Vivian said on the end of the phone.

Jack sighed heavily. "Grab Samantha and meet us downstairs. We're taking a trip to New Jersey."