Thanks for all the kind reviews! I love turning on the computer and checking them. I have taken your suggestions and am planning on using them in the story. Keep watching for them! All standard disclaimers apply-still do not own Crossing Jordan.

"Pollack? Hello? Is anyone there?" Jordan shouted into the phone. The line had already gone dead though. What the hell was going on? she wondered to herself.

"Jordan, was that him?"

"I don't know Woody. The caller ID on my cell had his number but when I answered it there wasn't anyone on the other line!"

"I'll call the precinct and have them put a trace on his cell. That way if he calls again we can try to get a location on him. Until then, hold tight. At least we know that someone has his cell and is trying to make contact. Woody made good on his word and immediately called the Boston PD to give them the number to run the trace on

Jordan paced nervously around the room carrying her cell with her. He could call back shethought to herself. Maybe it was just a bad connection. But she knew she was kidding herself. There was a good possibility that it wasn't even J.D. that had called her. It could have been one of his captors. Why would they bother to call her though? Jordan barely made enough working at the morgue to pay her rent and other expenses. There was no way they could be targeting her for any kind of ransom. She just did not have that kind of money. Neither did anyone she knew. Pollack certainly wasn't financially well off either. She was kind of surprised that he took her down here and had been paying her expenses. After J.D. had lost his regular job, he had been low on cash. How was he paying for this again? As a freelancer there was no way he had the corporate backing for travel expenses like before. As much as she did not want to admit it, Woody's theories on Pollack's involvement in drug smuggling were seeming like more of a possibility.

"Jordan, they have a trace on Pollack's cell. If someone calls from that number, keep them on as long as you can. They need at least 60 seconds, more would be helpful."

"What if no one is on the line again?"

"Then we have to wait." She sighed and looked at Woody with an expression of absolute helplessness.

"It's just so frustrating. Being here and not being able to help. Maybe we should go look for him."

"Nah, Jordan. That's not a great idea. We have no idea even where to start. This is my first trip to this city. Do you know the area well?"

"No"

"They are bound to call back and then we will have an idea where to begin looking. In the meantime, I'm starved. I haven't eaten since before I left Boston and am dying to try some authentic Mexican food. Have you eaten?"

"Not today, I have been so worried about J.D. that I completely lost track of the day."

"I'll go put my stuff down across the hall and when I come back we can get some dinner. We'll put our heads together and see if between the two of us we can think of any more ideas on Pollack's location."

"Okay, I'll see ya in a few."

Woody gathered his bags back up and went across the hall to his room. As he began to unpack, Woody thought about what it would be like for Jordan and him to spend the evening together. Not since before he had been shot had they done that. Since he had gotten that first call from Jordan about Pollack, Woody could feel the tension between the two of them melting away. Even though he was here looking for her boyfriend, he could still be there for her as a friend. Woody just wished that he hadn't pushed Jordan away all that time ago. If it wasn't for him, she would not be in this situation, hurt & upset. Maybe they even could have vacationed here together. Woody hoped he would here from Nigel or the Boston PD soon so that he would have some news for Jordan by dinnertime.

The Martinez brothers had an accomplice. A young man in his mid to late twenties was also in on the plan. He was tall with shaggy dark brown hair and a set of dimples that could stop any woman in her tracks. Ramon had hired him mostly to do recon work for them. He would blend in well with the tourists at the resorts and had a charming enough personality to be able to get information out of anyone. Right now, he had completed a cell phone call to Jordan Cavanaugh. After hearing her voice and having it confirmed by their equipment, the call had been disconnected. They knew what they needed to know. Jordan was still in Cancun and worried about Pollack. They assumed she wouldn't just up and leave him, but it was imperative for her to remain in Mexico. They would never be able to get Hoyt down here without her.

"Sam, we need you to get over to the hotel that Cavanaugh is at and keep an eye on her. Make sure she does not leave the city. Do what ever you need to do to keep her here. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. Right away."

He set off in one of the company's jeeps and headed towards the hotel. The drive took 20 minutes or so, but seemed longer in the heat. He was able to park discreetly and set off to his location. Once inside, he stole a bell boy uniform from the employee lounge and began his surveillance. He was able to steal an all access card from housekeeping and made his way to the floor Jordan was staying on.

He had almost made it to her room when he heard the door across from hers open. Sam was able to avoid being spotted as he turned around and made his way back down the hall. Woody strolled across the hall and knocked at Jordan's door. She stepped out and the two of them walked back down the hall in the opposite direction towards the elevator. As soon as the hall was clear and he heard the elevator doors close, Sam slid his key card into her room and placed a bug underneath one of the dressers where it would not be found.

He made his way down to the employee lounge again and changed back into street clothes. Sam then went down to the hotel bar where he could hopefully watch Woody and Jordan all evening from a distance and keep his word to his employer.

Sorry if this chapter seems a little slow, some basics have to be established before the real action begins to happen. I'm also not sure about the accuracy of time needed for a call to be traced, especially from outside the U.S., but that's what I heard on a couple of TV shows and movies. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks!

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