Tim knocked rather loudly on the McMahons' front door and waited for someone to let him and Hagen in. A teenaged girl, resembling Jason in some ways, opened the door and raised her eyebrows.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Lt. Speedle and this Det. Hagen. We're with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab/PD. Are your parents home?"

"My mom is. Hold on a minute." Jenna walked back into the house, yelling for her mother. Mrs. McMahon appeared in the doorway.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Mrs. McMahon, I'm Lt. Speedle with the Crime Lab and this is Det. Hagen with PD. May we step inside for a few minutes?" Tim asked.

"Sure. It's Cindy though." she replied, leading them into a living room. "Do you want anything?"

Both men declined and Cindy sat down in front of them.

"What is this about? I can't believe you're still dragging on last week with Jason. He learned his lesson."

"We're sure he did." Tim said. "But we're not here because of that."

Cindy stared at them for a few minutes.

"Lt. Speedle, I really have no idea what you're talking about." she said honestly.

"Yesterday, we got a call that a dark blue Jeep was found deserted by the side of the road." Tim started. "That Jeep belong to Samantha, my daughter."

"Oh Sammy's a dear!" Cindy squealed. "We love having her here."

"Nice to know. Sammy hasn't shown up at all and we found a letter saying that if we didn't find her in 48 hours then whoever has her is going to kill her."

Cindy's mouth dropped.

"Well I... why are you here then?"

"Your brother, Richard's Mercedes was used in the kidnapping and has been following Sammy around for the past two months." Tim said as Jason walked into the room.

"Mom do you have my... Mr. Speedle, I'm sorry I didn't see you." he said. "Um... I'm afraid I don't know your accompaniment."

"Det. John Hagen, Miami-Dade PD." Hagen said.

"Police? Hey... I uh regret getting drunk but um... I didn't do anything wrong besides that."

"They're not here about that Jase." Cindy said. "Come sit down."

"Jason, do you know where Sammy is?" Tim asked.

"No. I haven't talked to her since we left school yesterday. She said she was going home. Why?"

"She's missing and her Jeep was found deserted on the side of the road."

"What? No! You're... You're joking right?"

"I wish I was. Do you know anyone who would want to do this?"

"No." Jason shook his head. "Everyone liked-likes her. Well except the dorks... I mean... she's cheerleading captain and I'm the quarterback of the football team."

"I don't think this has anything to do with popularity in school." Tim said.

"T-Then I don't know. Mr. Speedle, I really don't."

"Mrs. McMahon, where's your husband?" Hagen asked.

"He's on a business trip in Sacramento."

"How long has he been there?"

"He left Monday."

"Do you have any number for the hotel?"

"Why?"

"Need to rule him out as a suspect." Tim replied. "It's standard procedure ma'am."

"Fine but you're just wasting your time." Cindy huffed and exited the room.

"What do you know about your uncle's car?" Tim asked.

"Uncle Richie's car? It was stolen." Jason replied.

"Got any idea who took it?"

"No! Why are you asking me?"

"Jason, please. Anything you have to help us..." Tim said. "Look, you're not the only one that wants her back. Her mother and I want her back too..."

"I honestly have no idea about this." he said as Cindy walked back into the room.

"Here." she thrust a paper in Tim's face. "Now get out of my house."

"Thanks for your time." he nodded and he and Hagen left.

"Well that was good." Hagen said dryly.

"We got another suspect at least." Tim muttered.

"Speed, you okay?"

"John you need to ask that?" he asked. "My kid is missing. What do you think?"

S/C------

"I'm Lt. Tim Speedle with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab."

"How can I help you Lt.?"

"I need to know if a Michael McMahon is a guest at your hotel."

"Just one minute."

Tim waited and heard keys clicking as the concierge typed.

"He had reservations for Monday but he never showed up."

"Okay. Thank you very much." Tim hung the phone up and dropped his head into his hands. He didn't move when Calleigh's arm went around his shoulders. "I called the hotel. McMahon never showed up."

"You'll find him."

"Not in 24 hours." Tim lifted his head out of his hands.

"You find everyone else."

"I'm not racing against time when I'm trying to find everyone else and every other time it's not my daughter's life that's at stake."

"You were so optimistic before." Calleigh said.

"I don't want to let you down. I don't want to let Megan and Danny down. I don't want to Sammy down..." Tim trailed off.

"You're not."

"I gotta go do something. I'm running out of time."

"You try too hard. Why don't you stop thinking so complex and try to do something simpler." Calleigh suggested. Tim shook his head.

"I'll do whatever I can."