"Then he has to be the accomplice!" Christine practically screamed when John had finished relating to them the information he received during the phone call. "We have to find him!"

"Whoa, calm down, Christine," Amanda insisted. "Where would we start?"

"Well, we can't just SIT here!" Christine wailed.

"We could start by calling Sargeant Malin," John interjected.

"Well, let's do it, then!" Christine suggested anxiously.

"Are we sure he's not involved, though?" Amanda added. "I mean, how does all this happen under his nose?"

The three sat in silence for a moment, debating the possibilities on their own.

"We'll have to chance it," John finally declared. "He's our only hope."

"What do we do from here, Jess?" Seth asked when she had finished crying, and his hands were tightly holding hers.

"I don't know, Seth," she answered sadly. "I just don't know." She laid her head on Seth's shoulder, again, her forehead creased in thought.

"Come, now, Jess, cheer up."

"I can't help it, Seth. What are we going to do? Why isn't anyone looking for us? And if they are looking for us, how are they going to know where to look? Christine left us here, of course, so it would be logical to look here, but what if they already have and since they didn't see us, they assumed we'd gone somewhere else on our own?"

"Calm down, Jess. They'll find us," Seth said smugly.

"How do you know, Seth? How can you be so sure?"

"Don't think I haven't learned anything from you, Jess," he grinned.

"Seth! What have you got up your sleeve?" Jessica asked, the sparkle returning to her eyes.

"How else do you find someone?" He paused to give Jessica a chance to answer, but she merely looked, wide-eyed at him, her eyes becoming brighter by the minute. "I left clues, of course!"

"Did you check Emma Donnovan's?" Sargeant Malin asked, as Christine, Amanda, John and he were standing around in Jessica's room.

"Are you insane? They could just take us all as prisoners and we'd just vanish from the face of the earth!" Christine exploded, rather loudly.

"Calm down, Miss Magnall. We have to start somewhere." The Sargeant turned to Amanda. "Would she have left any clues as to her train of thought? Written anything down anywhere?"

"I'm not quite certain, Sargeant. I mean, she was usually investigating on her own, and I don't think she took notes. She has a wonderful memory."

"What about the guy who came here with her? Doctor…Hazlitt?"

"Seth!" Christine interjected. "He had all those files, remember? I wondered why Aunt Jess didn't have them! What if he was making notes in the margins or something? We shoul---" but her last few words were lost to them as she left the room, presumably moving to Seth's room. The tiny contingent that was left followed her down the hallway.

"Have you looked in his room, yet?" the Sargeant inquired.

"Well, yes," John replied. "But we didn't find anything. Actually, the girls were in the process of doing that when I got the phone call I told you about."

"Ah, yes!" Sargeant Malin interrupted. "My guys should be apprehending Mr. Tsuckerman as we speak. How was it exactly you come across the information about his green card?"

"Well, it was the strangest thing. We got a call from Doctor Savage. Apparently he did his residency under Seth, and so Seth called in a few favors of him. One of those favors was to see if he had patient files for Tsuckerman. Anyway, when Doctor Savage typed the name into his computer, well, he got the alert about the non-existent green card."

"So, would it be fair to say that Doctor Hazlitt suspected him?" the Sargeant asked.

"I don't know. It's possible," John suggested. "But not having a green card and being an accomplice of a murderess gone kidnapper isn't exactly the same thing. The two could be completely unrelated."

"So, you're saying they may have been doing checks on everyone and…that's just the only problem they found?"

"It's possible."

"Jessica's very thorough," Amanda finally spoke up. "She wouldn't leave out anything."

"Then where's all the information?" Malin asked.

"And specifically the missing file…" John mentioned.

"It's not like there are THAT many hiding places around here, Dad," Christine added.

"And where has he been in the house that he would know well enough to hide something?" Amanda asked them all.

"No where, really," Christine began. "I mean, he and Jess spent most of their spare time here playing chess!" She stopped immediately after the word, "chess", and froze in place. "Of course! The chessboard!" She turned on her heels and ran toward the stairs.

"Christine!" Amanda called after her. "Where are you going?"

"To retrieve the missing file!" she called, running down the stairs.