Thanks to everyone for all the great reviews. I guess you could say I'm ona roll here lately. Three chapters in less than a week! That's a lot for me.

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The team at the morgue was working feverously running prints and checking the tire tracks from the scene that Woody had called in that morning. They were all puzzled by Woody's statement "I..I found her phone in the alley.. and I..I think I saw something……, I'm loosing my mind…just…just check her phone for prints and see if there are any tire tracks to identify the vehicle she was taken in…". Puzzled or not they were going with it, that's all they had at this point.

"Garret, I think we have a print on her phone, but it's not in any of the databases" Nigel yelled across the lab.

At that moment Woody stormed in to the lab. "We have a print?" He exclaimed

"Yes dear Woodrow we do but we have no one to match it to" Nigel responded.

Woody stood and thought for a few seconds before he demanded, "give me the key to Jo's office!"

"Why?" Garret asked "Just give it to me, I think I might have something."

Garret shook his head and headed toward the end of the hall to Jordan's office. As he opened the door they were immediately overwhelmed with the smell of her perfume. Woody smiled to himself knowing he was on the right track. He rummaged thru her office till he found the box filled with the evidence of Jordan's mother's murder. Woody flipped thru everything till he found the lone fingerprint taken from the scene of the crime, her brothers' fingerprint.

Woody looked at Garret and spoke as he went for the door, "We need to check it against this one". He nearly ran down the hall to trace and handed the print to Nigel. It was an 18 point match!

Nigel looked up at a smiling Woody, "This matches but we don't know who it is" Nigel asked.

Woody quickly responded, " I do, it's her brother James". You could have heard a pin drop in the trace lab.

"How is this possible, I thought he was dead?" Nigel asked

"Apparently not! We have the who, so now we need to concentrate on where he has her, what do we know about the car, did you find tracks"

Garret and Nigel looked at each other with a shrug and Garret began, "We have it narrowed down to a mid-sized GM car from the tire tracks and the length of the axel, the tread pattern is the closest to what is used on 80's model Buicks"

Woody's eyes narrowed, "Buick…Buick" the thought for a moment, "Do you have yesterday's newspaper?"

Nigel pointed to his desk and Woody walked over, picked it up, and thumbed thru the pages till he found something he had seen earlier. "See this, officer shot during a routine traffic stop on Interstate 90 near Springfield, the guy was in a 83's Buick.

Nigel started typing furiously on his computer, he pulled up the incident report of the shot officer, the officer was alive and they had interviewed him at the hospital. He began to read "The assailant was in an 83 Buick Regal, he was over 6' tall dark hair, dark eyes. It was just a traffic stop due to speeding. The driver seemed nervous but everything was fine until the officer stepped away from the window towards the trunk, he said he heard a thumping noise…."

"That's them!" Woody exclaimed. "Ok she's near Springfield, where was James' adoptive family from?"

Garret immediately responded, "They were from Chicopee, which is near Springfield, Nigel check for their address and the addresses of any family that are still there.

Nigel's fingers flew and in a few minutes he turned the screen around with a list of address.

The men began sorting thru the list, "No, No, No, maybe, wait look at this one, an abandoned family farm 20 minutes from where he grew up, that's it, that's got to be it" Woody said before running for the door.

"Wait, wait just a minute, I'm coming, Nigel your in charge!" Garret yelled as he chased after Woody

It was 3 o'clock in the morning when they left; it would be nearly dawn when they made it to Springfield. Garret thought that this was a long shot, but Woody on the other hand was sure, he felt it with every ounce of his heart, he was sure he could find her in time.