Eames woke up with a start.
She had just heard footsteps in her room...
And there was a draft.
Her window was open.
What did that mean?
She felt the blade of a knife at her throat, and a rough hand pulling her violently by the arm.
- If you scream... I'll kill you.
At this threat, Eames felt a great deal of anxiety come over her.
My God...
This was not going to happen again.
And yet...
That was what was happening.
- Bobby...
At her whisper, the man tightened the pressure of the blade on her neck.
Why was she being attacked all the time...
She had already lost her sight...
Wasn't that enough?
Why did they keep picking on her.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
If only there had been Bobby.
None of this would have happened.
Bobby...
Her heart sank.
But she pulled herself together.
Besides...
How could this person get into her room...
With all the police surrounding the house.
Could it be...
But yes.
That was the only way.
There was a mole in the police.
There could be no other way.
Ding dong.
What the hell...
Who could come and ring his doorbell at this time of night?
Goren was really not in the mood.
He hadn't been able to sleep all night...
Pacing around.
Goren couldn't stop thinking about Eames...
And his lips.
He couldn't get the kiss out of his head.
Damn it...
Why did he get into such a commotion...
Just for a kiss.
He came out of his thoughts, and in a bad mood, and grumbling, he opened the door.
Goren stood there as if forbidden, in front of the person who was standing in the doorway.
Logan.
What the...
Alex.
Panic took hold of him.
- Goren... Logan was out of breath and red from running. I tried to contact you... But...
Damn it...
He hadn't been paying attention to his phone...
So much he had been absorbed in his thoughts...
About a little blonde girl.
- Alex... Logan was trying to catch his breath. She's been kidnapped.
My God...
He thought she was safe at her father's house, with her brothers, and all the police surrounding her house.
How could this happen...
He thought back to the last attack...
It was only Logan who knew about it...
Unless...
And then suddenly...
He understood.
There was a mole.
And she was one of the police.
How had he not thought of that earlier.
He should have known...
The day of the last attack...
Should have tipped him off.
Goren took his jacket between his fingers.
- There's not a minute to lose.
- There is a mole among us.
John Eames, his sons, and Deakins looked at Goren puzzled.
- He's right.
Logan confirmed what Goren suspected.
How could he have known about their last meeting...
And how could he get into Eames' house without anyone noticing.
- I want all the policemen who were guarding the house last night to come here...
John Eames realized that Goren was right.
Who could have gotten close to his daughter without them noticing?
Unless that person was a police officer.
- And give me their files.
With the help of Eames' brothers, Deakins, and Logan...
Goren went through the files of every policeman present that night, analyzing them carefully, and watching every detail.
One file in particular caught his attention.
A certain Cooper Johnson.
Some of the details did not match the classic police record.
Goren was sure of it.
He was the mole.
- Bring me Cooper Johnson...
The Eames brothers brought Johnson, and forced him to sit down.
- Cooper Johnson...
At the sound of Goren's angry voice, Johnson jumped.
Goren saw Johnson's reaction...
This confirmed his suspicions.
Goren with slow step approached him, and arrived at his height, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and guided him to the wall, shook him like a prune.
- - Where is she...
Johnson stood there mortified, not expecting to be manhandled like that.
- I don't...
Johnson felt fear rise in him.
He was being manhandled by one of his own...
And everyone in that room was letting him.
Something caught Goren's eye...
There was something hanging on the buttons of Johnson's shirt.
Blonde hair.
Alex...
That hair color...
It could only be hers.
A dreadful anger rose in him.
If ever...
He shook Johnson with all his might.
- Either you tell me where she is... Goren's voice vibrated with anger. Or I will kill you with my own hands…
Johnson knew from the sound of Goren's voice, and the crazy look in his eyes, that he was serious.
He'd probably better talk...
- You don't answer. Goren drew his service weapon and pointed it at Johnson's head. It's you who wanted it.
Jamie Eames, Eames' older brother, rushed toward Goren, but his father blocked his way, stopping him in his tracks.
- Let him do it... Johnny Eames looked his son straight in the eye. I trust him...
Damn it...
His father had to be right.
Or else...
- I'll tell you everything...