"That.. was weird." Eames rubbed her hands together and shivered as they stepped outside of Immaculate Heart.

"A book collector doesn't just 'buy books'" Mused Goren. "His collection... it was impressive. Very impressive for a person his age."

"Are you sure it's his?"

"It's his office. Everything else in it belongs to him. I can't imagine he would have a collection like that on loan from someone."

"Mm. Did you watch his face at all?" Eames stuck her hands in her pockets.

"Not as much as you did."

"We'll have to interview him again," She sighed. "After we talk to the Senator. He's supposed to be back late tonight. We're scheduled to talk to him bright and early in the morning."

"What did you see when you talked to Hunt?"

"I don't know enough about him, but his expression was like an etch-a-sketch. At first he was charming, then, whoosh he was sad."

"He wasn't genuine?" Goren furrowed his brow.

"No, he was genuine. He was almost crying, but trying to keep it in. He wasn't faking that." She shrugged. "It was just how he went from subject to subject. There was something off about him."

"I don't doubt it." Goren was puzzled and a bit surprised. Generally, it was his intuition that guided them through cases. It was going to be an interesting role reversal when they tried to explain their progress to the captain.

Back at headquarters, early evening.

"Hunt implied that she was living in a whore house in our interview, but he didn't know for sure. He just couldn't think of any other place she could have stayed." Eames bit her lip.

"That's all you've got?" Deakins wasn't annoyed, just stressed.

"We want to talk to him again." Goren said quietly.

"Why?"

"There's something off about him." Eames spoke up. "And he's the only person Danielle was close to. She kept in touch with him. I think he knows more than he's letting on. But maybe someone has him scared. I honestly don't know. I just got a weird vibe from him."

"So we have the runaway daughter of a Senator, beaten and raped found dead in an alley way, no suspects, and a 'weird vibe.'" Deakins sat on the edge of his desk. "Well, I'm glad we had this chat. I have every confidence in your abilities."

"Captain --" Eames began to protest, but Goren shook his head.

"You're talking to the Senator tomorrow morning, right?"

"That's right."

"Good. It sounds like he's a big piece of this puzzle." Deakins looked at his watch. "It's quarter after five, and freezing outside. My wife is making pasta, and we're opening a vintage. It's been a bitch of a day. Why don't you get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow after you've talked to Sparks."

Goren helped Eames into her coat, and together they stepped onto the elevator.

"I think we're going to have to start canvassing tomorrow. We should have done that today." Eames sighed.

"I dunno. Something about this ... I don't think our guy was just some John. I think he knew her. The bite mark, her nails. He left the birthstone ring on her finger. Her diamond stud earrings... he wasn't interested in robbing her. I'm not sure he intended to kill her."

"He just wanted to punish her." Eames stood up as the doors opened.

"Wanna go for a drink?" Goren asked.

"Yeah. I need something, or this is going to bug me all night."