"Yeah, I remember those three," Robert Dickson stated. "Drug trafficking, assault with a deadly weapon. Not upstanding citizens." Woody and Nigel listened as they followed Dickson through the precinct.

"But what would they want with Detective Seely?" Nigel asked.

"Damned if I know. I mean… those guys have probably been arrested more times than I can count. Maybe Seely was the officer at some time." Dickson stopped at a desk, shuffling through some papers. "This was his desk. Maybe there's something here."

Woody shrugged as he began flipping through a file. Nigel strolled behind, trying to open the top drawer. "You've got a key for this?"

Dickson looked around, checking through the various pencil holders and desk trays that were scattered all over. As he dumped out a paperclip box, a small gold key fell onto the floor. "Luck of the draw," Dickson announced, picking up the key.

"We'll have to see," Nigel said, taking the key and sticking it into the lock. The drawer opened immediately, revealing a zip disk and a larger key. "Any idea what's on this?" Nigel asked, picking up the disk.

"Not a clue. Normally, we keep everything back up on the server. Unless it's personal stuff," Dickson answered.

"What about the key?" Nigel commented. "Another drawer?"

"Too big," Woody added. "Almost looks like it's for a storage shed, a padlock maybe. I'll check with some of the local locksmiths. See what they can tell us."

"I'll take the disk back to the morgue," Nigel offered, "and run it through my own personal locksmith. Depending on how badly it's encrypted, I should have something in a couple of hours."

"Well, I hope you find these guys," Dickson said. "I don't like having cop killers running loose. Everyone here at the precinct wanna piece of them."

Woody nodded. "Trust me," he said, patting Dickson on the back. "You guys aren't the only ones."

XXXXX

"Ballistics brought up nothing," Jordan explained as she rushed down the morgue hallway with Macy. "Bug has checked into the shoeprints found at the scene. The boot is a type of hiking boot. Some amateurs use it for cliff climbing. He's running a list of local retailers who sell this brand."

"Actually, there's only one," Bug injected as he followed his colleagues into the trace lab. "A shop on the east side of Boston. I faxed over a copy of the mug shots. We got confirmation from one of the salesmen that Ricky Waynes bought them four days ago. He paid with cash."

"Okay," Macy said, trying to think. "We'll search the vicinity around the store. Maybe someone in the neighbourhood knows where these guys like to hang out."

"I think we've got bigger issues," Nigel said, marching into the lab along with Woody. "The disk we found in Seely's desk contained some pretty incriminating evidence. There are electronic bank statements to an account in the Cayman Islands. Our detective was sitting on a load amounting to over five million dollars."

"Ooo, a rich cop," Jordan quipped. "I always miss the good ones."

"Touché, my love," Nigel continued. "I requested the most recent account transactions from the 'bank'. There was another deposit for $500,000… the day of Seely's murder."

"What would he be doing with that much cash?" Garret questioned. "I doubt it was his birthday."

"Already solved," Woody jumped in. "We checked with several of the storage facilities in the area. The key matched one 3 miles from Seely's place. I sent Dickson and some of his crew to check it out. They found it stocked with bags of crack cocaine."

"So, what do we have here?" Jordan struggled to work through the evidence. "A drug selling cop who got mixed up with the wrong crew?"

A cell phone ring pierced everyone's thoughts. Macy patted himself down to find his phone. "Macy," he said, rather annoyed.

"Garret?" the voice on the other end sounded frightened.

"Lily!?" Macy exclaimed. He had everyone's attention. "Lily, where are you? Are you all right?"

"I'm okay," Lily replied unconvincingly, choking through tears. "Garret, they want to talk to someone. I didn't know who else to call."

"No, no," Macy reassured. "It's fine. Who's with you?"

"Garret, I…" Lily's voice stopped suddenly as the phone was ripped from her. A deep, rough voice took her place. "You know she's alive. Now I want my money."

"Who is this?" Macy demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about," the man answered. "We know you found the locker. Now I want my money."

Macy looked at Woody for help. "Agree to whatever they want. Keep them talking. We'll try to get a trace on the call," Woody ordered as he ran from the room.

"Whatever you want," Macy repeated. "Just tell me where she is and we'll give you the money."

"Not so fast, Dr. Macy," the voice chuckled. "We play by my rules. You have 24 hours to empty out that bank account. We'll call you then." Macy cringed as the phone line went dead.

"Well?" Jordan insisted. "What did they say?"

Macy shook his head, shutting his phone off. "It sounds like they want to make a trade. The bank account money for Lily."

"How do they know about the bank account?" Nigel asked.

Jordan sighed. "Obviously Seely's more connected to them than we originally thought."

"Well, we need to get on this," Macy ordered. "Go find Woody. We'll need the PD's help setting this up. And they'll be calling back in 24 hours. I want taps on all the phones." Jordan nodded, running towards the hallway.

Macy turned to Nigel. "We need more information on the account. When it was set up and by whom. Maybe we can figure out the connection on this." Nigel grabbed the disk and headed towards the next lab.

Bug stood in front of Macy, waiting for orders. "We should talk to those boot retailers. If we can get a location of where they could be…"

"Is she okay?" Bug asked, wanting the truth.

Macy shrugged sadly. "She sounded scared. I'm not too sure how much she was allowed to say."

Bug's features grew angry. "If they've hurt her…"

Macy patted Bug's shoulder. "We're working on it, Bug. At least we know she's alive."