"Thank you for coming right away," Sean opened the door for detective Myers and let him step in with his co-worker.
"It's my job," Myers replied curtly, "let me make the introductions. This is my colleague detective Tanna. He works with me on the case."
"Detective Tanna," Sean nodded as a way of greeting, "please come in."
"Is there anybody else in the house?" Myers asked and looked around.
Sean shook his head, "my wife is just away picking our daughter up from a friend. She was there overnight," he sighed, "thank God she wasn't in the house when Quentin attacked us."
"Are there any other people living here?"
"No, our son Matt has been staying together with his girlfriend a couple of weeks now," Sean explained.
"All right," Myers took a seat at the big dinner table in the living room uninvited, "I'll summarise it once more. According to what you've told me on the phone, you and your wife were trounced and anaesthetised with a tranquillizer."
Sean nodded, "everything happened so quickly. I can't actually remember anything about the attack," he scratched his head, "but Quentin always had the skill to appear out of nowhere."
"Let's continue," Myers was spellbound to his notebook where he had started to scribble in, "Miss Henry was at this time in the bathroom. Is that true?"
Sean nodded again.
"Could I see the room? I hope you left everything as it was for the forensic examination."
"You know already who the offender is. Why do you need the forensics then?" Sean asked perplexed.
"The forensics investigate every crime, it doesn't matter what kind, murder or kidnapping. Maybe the delinquent left something behind that could lead us to him," detective Tanna explained patiently.
"I understand," Sean went through the hall and opened the door of the bathroom, "we didn't touch anything."
Tanna and Myers stepped closer. "It looks like somebody got injured," Myers determined. His eyes wondered to the mirror cabinet, "yes, this is unquestionably the Carver's handwriting," he said thoughtfully.
"What is this?" Tanna pointed to the floor where the cloth lay that Quentin had put to Kimber's nose.
Myers got some sterile gloves on and lifted the item. He smelled it carefully, "chloroform," he said then. He cleared his throat and turned to Sean, "at least we can presume no murder happened here. Firstly, if he would've killed her in the bathtub, there would be more blood and secondly, there would've been no need to use chloroform on her."
Sean nodded. He didn't know whether he should be happy about the fact that Kimber wasn't murdered in his bathtub. Anything could've happened to her by now. He followed Tanna and Myers out the bathroom.
"I would like you to tell me everything that you and Miss Henry talked about," Myers said, "had she ever mentioned to you anything about the place she was held captive at?"
Sean nodded. He remembered the conversation he and Julia had with Kimber, "she thought she was kept in a warehouse. Maybe a factory building. And there was possibly a train station close by. She could certainly remember hearing trains passing by."
"Anything else?" Myers pressed further and wrote something into his notebook.
"No, I don't think so," Sean shook his head, "before he had abducted her from the church back then, he had anaesthetised her. She only came to in her confinement."
"All right then," Myers put his jotter back into a chest pocket, "I think I have enough information now to initiate a big manhunt to find Dr. Costa. I'll contact the SWAT team in LA. He will not escape this time!"
"Is there anything I could do?" Sean asked.
"You can really count your luck that he'd let you live," Myers answered, "I would like you to stay put and wait."
"Wait, wait..." Sean jumped up, "do you know how grisly it is to just sit and wait?"
Myers nodded, "but I still believe you should leave everything for the professionals to handle," Myers stood up and indicated Tanna he was ready to go, "okay then, that was probably it for starters. We'll call you back when we find out anything."
Sean bit his bottom lip nervously. Maybe this was the right moment to tell Myers about Kit, "wait a minute detective Myers! There's something else I need to tell you."
Myers turned back slowly and looked questioningly at Sean, "yes?"
Sean cleared his throat before starting to tell his story, "after Quentin was supposedly shot, me and Dr. Troy visited the children's home Quentin grew up in and talked to the manageress. She told us his parents left him there because they could not come to terms with his handicap..."
Myers nodded, "yes, we know about Dr. Costa's handicap. And what else?" He asked impatiently.
"Quentin had a sister, Catherine...Kit," Sean continued, "she stayed at the same children's home as well. Kit McGraw, who was assigned to the Carver case by Miami Dade Vice is Quentin Costa's sister."
Myers stood there as if taken by a storm. He looked at Sean incredulously, "what are you talking about?"
"Kit is Quentin's sister," Sean repeated.
"And you knew that the whole time?" Myers looked at Sean sternly, "you were withholding information!"
Sean nodded, "yes, I knew it. But I didn't think it was that important."
"You let us decide what's important and what's not!" Myers snapped.
"I could well imagine the two of them working together," Sean said out loud what he was thinking.
"Thanks for the tip, Dr. McNamara!" Myers said sarcastically, "I would've never thought about that," he nodded to Tanna who was sitting there quietly the whole time, "then we will kick off another manhunt for Kit McGraw," he lifted his finger at Sean threateningly, "and you stay here and don't move! We'll take care of it," he turned to his colleague, "come on Tanna! We have lots to do."
Sean broodingly watched the two detectives leaving the house.