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Fisher, Carson and Jennings walked into the Walgreens, forty five minutes after they had first received a tip which they considered could be credible. To bad the kid had waited nearly two days to call the FBI.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Tim Ronaldson," Fisher flashed his badge to the first person he found that bore the telltale nametag.
"Oh, he's back in the pharmacy, Is he in some sort of trouble or something?" the kid asked, but the agents just ignored the question and headed back towards the pharmacy.
Tim and his manager, Bonnie, were sitting in the chairs across the pharmacy counter. Normally, these chairs were reserved for customers, but there was no customers, and the chairs seemed to calling them to have a seat, and so they did.
"Tim Ronaldson?" Tim looked up to see three people approaching him.
"Yeah, that's me," both him and Bonnie stood up.
"I'm Agent Fisher with the FBI, and this is Agent Jennings and Agent Carson." Fisher gestured to the other two agents with him.
"This is Bonnie Jamingson, she's my manager, she called you," Tim informed the three.
"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"
"We can use the employee area, that's about as private as it can get," Bonnie said and lead everyone through a door, into another one, which opened up into another room, with a couch and a television. It reminded Fisher exactly of County's doctors lounge.
"Tim, you think you saw Abby Lockhart?"
"I know I did, I recognized her from all the photos,"
"We have security tapes, if that will help?" Bonnie suggested.
"Yeah, lets grab those," Jennings said.
Over the next two hours, after extensive reviewing of tapes, and interviews with the staff, Fisher couldn't believe what he was seeing. Abby Lockhart had walked through that very store two days earlier, with what Fisher assumed, was her kidnapper at her side.
"Wait!" Carson suddenly stood up, they were yet again reviewing the tapes, "Rewind it," the tape was rewound and stopped when Caron motioned for them to.
"We've seen him before.." Caron began.
"At the hospital, that's where Abby knew him from." Fisher listened to everything that was going on around him. Their suspect had been most likely walked right past them, might have even talked to them, and nobody even had any idea. They had to get back to County ASAP, and hopefully intercept the asshole who had haunted their lives for months. They knew what he looked like, they knew where he worked and they knew that he had Abby Lockhart alive, at least he did two days before.
Within two minutes, security at County had been alerted and the three agents were on their way to the ER, a police escort leading them, after all they had a life to save.
