Night and late. Really late. He had been working late. He wanted to finish the project as soon as possible and with Leslie Tomkins' help, he knew they could finish it soon. He was outside the old building where he had been living the last thirty years. He finally found his keys. A hand grabbed his wrist, he turned. A blonde girl was standing next to him.

"I want to talk with you," Dinah said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Do you remember Claude Morton?"

"Who?" He blinked.

"You signed his death certificate a few months ago."

"I don't know what are you talking about," Moore turned his back.

Dinah stood up next to him. "Claude Mordon, police officer. He fell off a building. Do you remember him?"

"Girl, go play at your house, it's late." He opened the door.

The door closed suddenly and an invisible force pushed his back against it.

"I asked a question," she said. "Claude Morton is alive, why did you sign his death certificate?"

::You are doing pretty well.:: Oracle said into the comm. Dinah smiled.

The man looked her at her, scared. She was one of them, she was surely looking for her partner. "He is dead."

"He is not dead." Dinah glared at him.

He tried to hit her but she ducked and pushed him harder against the door. She took him by his lapel with both hands. "You are not nice. I know you quit. Why? You were going to be retirde in just a few years more."

"I was tired of that work. You don't have an idea how nasty it is."

::Ask him about the records.:: the red head said through the comm.

"What about the records? Personal objects, clothes?"

"It's all at the police station," Dr. Moore mumbled, sweating.

"Did you see anything unusual?"

"No, he was out cold, dead."

Dinah used her mind power and raised him a few meters off the floor.

"No!" he yelled, "Let me go! Let me go!"

"He is lying." Dinah sighed. She heard Oracle typing at her keyboard.

::Why?::

"He is sweating so much." She cleaned her hands on her coat, "and he tried to hit me. Why he would try to hit me if I am only asking?"

::You learn fast. I'll call Reese, he can some research in the Police files. Ask him about the autopsy.::

"Did you do the autopsy?"

"We didn't do it. He was a police office. Sometime we don't do it on policemen. We knew it had been an accident."

"So, you didn't do the autopsy."

"No," Moore said, scared. "I just left him in the cabinet inside a plastic bag and filled out the official forms.

Oracle sighed, ::Let him go. Reese will check what's he saying. If he is lying, we can visit him again.::

"Right." Dinah let him fall to the floor, "Don't lie to me or you will see me soon." She walked down the street.

::You did very well:: Barbara said.

"Really? I was nervous, it's the first time I've been alone."

::You did it, okay… We need to find Reese now…::

"Got it."

Alfred heard a beep of the monitor where the red head had been working a few seconds ago. "You've got email Miss Barbara."

"I'll check it later." The red head typed at the keyboard. "I'm finishing creating this map."

"Something wrong?"

"I'm doing an experiment, I'm marking where the dead bodies were found and where the kidnappings were. And where the van was found."

"Maybe in the same area?"

"Exactly. If I'm right, he has been operating in the same zone."

"Interesting."

"One of them is following me!" Moore said to Morton on his phone. He looked through his window nervously while he was packing. "She asked me so much about you, I can't stay here any longer."

::Blonde? Maybe Reese has more weird friends than I thought…. I need you to go see him::

"What?"

::Pack your things and bring him to me, understand?::

"I don't like this."

::Just do what I tell you!!: Morton yelled into the phone.

Moore hung up and, closing his suitcase, he exited his house.

Reese was preparing a cup of coffee. He was still worried for his friend. He had been looking for clues, unsuccessfully. He had returned just to change his clothes. The door bell rang, calling his attention. He put his coffee on the table and opened the door. Surprised, he saw the young blonde friend of Huntress standing in the doorway. She smiled.

"Dinah?" he frowned and looked around.

She putt her hands inside the pockets of her coat.

"Yes, it's me." She looked around too. "Something wrong?"

"It's just… why did you ring the bell?"

"Why?" Dinah raised her brow, that was a strange question "Well, people rings door bells, right?"

"Huntress never does this," Reese said.

"Huntress is not exactly polite."

"Yes, true, come in." He closed the door after Dinah walked inside. "What happened?"

"I went to see Dr. Moore."

"Who is he?"

"He's the guy that signed Morton's death certificate. He was in forensics."

"Oh yes, I remember him…."

"He said the police asked him not to do the autopsy."

"Sometimes that happens," Reese explained. "It's not unusual."

"And he told me he was dead." Dinah sighed. "But he is not dead, you saw him."

Reese walked toward the door. "I need to go to my office."

"Why?"

"Someone must have seen him alive. We will check the files at the police station to know who was in charge of his burial. Someone must have known what was happening."

"Right, we'll call you later." Dinah followed him.

"Okay, isn't it too late for you to being walking alone on the streets?"

"I drive." She smiled.

"You drive and Huntress walks. Aren't you too young to have license?" Reese asked.

"I don't have a license."

"That's illegal." He stood up and faced her.

"Would you prefer that I walk alone in the streets at this hour?"

She had trapped him. He rolled his eyes and walked to his car. "You two make me crazy."

Dinah laughed and walked down the street. "Oracle, Reese is going to check his files. We need to find out who was the man that discovered Morton was alive."

::Good idea, maybe he can give us a lead to figure out where he is now.::

"See you in a few." Dinah continued to walk down the street. When she turned the corner, a strong arm wrapped around her neck. A fast hand buried a needle in her arm. She struggled and pushed the person back. The man hit the wall, but he didn't release her. She bent down and the man rolled over her, hitting the ground roughly with his back. Dinah took her hand to her arm. The syringe was still buried in her skin. Damn. It was empty. Her mind was immediately foggy. She stepped back and fell on one knee.

"I'm sorry, girl," Dr. Moore said, "but you are one of them."

The blonde's eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground, unconscious.

"I can't let you and your friends screw up all my work." The doctor stood up and looked around. After she had left Reese, he had followed her. He took her by her armpits and dragged the girl to his vehicle.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Morton yelled at Dr. Moore. They were arguing inside a garage.

"I went to see Detective Reese, she was with him!"

"I told you bring Reese, not her!" He went toward Moore's car and opened the back door. He looked at the girl.

"I'm sure she will tell us who is looking for Huntress," Moore explained, following him. "We need to know who is following us."

Morton looked at the girl. He recognized her. "Yes, she is one of her friends. I have an idea, help me with her."