Sovay ripped the dress off of the hanger and stuffed it into her bag, not caring that it would be wrinkled the next time she pulled it out. She ran to the bathroom next, sweeping her items across the counter with her arm and into the bag. She also reached over and grabbed a towel or two, silently apologizing to Dale for stealing as she shoved them in the duffel.

Glancing around the room in one last quick sweep, Sovay threw a handful of twenties on the night stand and walked out the door, sending a text to Sam to meet her at the diner. She nearly leapt out of her own skin when a deep voice spoke up behind her.

"Goin' sumwhere?"

Sovay startled, dropping her phone out of her hands and her bag slid from her shoulder. "Jesus Dixon. Warn a girl next time."

He did what constituted as a laugh in his book, and stepped forward, uncrossing his arms. "Tha' was my warnin'," he replied, looking her up and down. "Rick said ya mi' run. Must been a' in'trestin' conversashun."

Sovay hiked the bag back up on her shoulder and squinted at him. "I would've figured he'd told you about it."

"Oh 'e did." His lip twitched up in a grin as her face fell. "Tha's why ah'm 'ere." He reached across the open space putting his hand on the strap of her bag, pulling it off her arm and onto his. "Cumm'on."

Daryl walked down the stairs leaving Sovay to stare at his back. She hoped he could feel her annoyance seeping into his skin. But since the man with all her possessions. including her keys, she had no choice but to follow him.

She bent down to retrieve her cell phone from where it had fallen near a vase in the hall, but when she pulled her hand away something caught her eye. "Daryl!" she called as she scooted the vase away from the wall to get a better look. "DARYL!"

"What? Jesus, girl, ah'm righ' here. Wha' that fuck ya yellin' like that for?"

Sovay tugged the vase a little further, leaving room for her to look at the tiny object behind it.

"Look."

He crouched down next to her and peered down at the crushed mermaid necklace.

"Shit. Is that Amy's?"

Tyreese placed the phone back on it's receiver and turned towards Rick. "Her story checks out, boss. That was the sheriff in Indiana. Confirmed that Rebecca Daniels, Heather Aldridge and Sovay Martin were the girls assaulted by Richard Cassidy. Rebecca and Heather were both 17, and Sovay was 15 at the time."

Rick nodded as he took the information in. "And Sam Keyes found out about it and attacked Cassidy."

"Yeah," Tyreese replied, "The sheriff said they were surprised that Cassidy was still alive when they pulled Keyes off of him. Said he was released from the hospital about a week later and then disappeared."

"So we're looking for a guy with facial scarring?" Rick asked?

"Possibly," Michonne piped in. "If he was beaten as badly as they say, he could've gotten severe bone damage. Not to mention it's been 10 years. He could look completely different now."

"So the age rendering from that old picture is going to be useless," Tyresse remarked. "With plastic surgery he could look like anything now."

The group became silent as the realization set in.

"Daryl will be back with Martin soon right?" asked Michonne. "Maybe she can give us some insights?"

"And Sam," Rick added. "Martinez went to pick him up." He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time this week. "Let's go see what Maggie's gotten from Andrea."

He left his office and headed towards the conference room on the other side of the small building. The detective paused at the door, hearing the hushing voices and sobbing from the other side. He knocked lightly and waited for Maggie to exit the room, motioning for her to walk a little ways down the hall and out of ear shot.

"She say anything?"

Maggie just sighed and shook her head. "Not really. Just that Martin has to have something to do with it. As soon as she found out that Sovay is somehow involved that's all she could focus on. They went out for drinks last night and Andrea left with Daryl. Amy was still at Red's and Sovay was nowhere to be seen. Well until this morning in front of the B&B, but you know about that."

"And Dale? He say anything?"

"He's worried, really worried."

"I know," he sighed. "We all are. Amy's a good kid."

"She's only a few years older than Bethy, Rick."

Another sigh. "I know, I know. Tell them we're doing what we can."

"Alright. Tell Zach to let me know when Andrea's boyfriend gets here. She called him. And maybe keep him out of Daryl's way. Lord knows what's gunna happen there."

Rick huffed. "You got it, Greene."

Daryl shook the little baggie in front of him and looked up. "We looked through 'er room when we firs' got 'ere but Andrea said nothin'd be'n moved. Wa' she wearin' this las' nigh'?"

Sovay uncrossed her arms and stepped back so that the detective could get to his feet. "Yeah, I think so. She wears it all the time, that I've seen. I think Andrea gave it to her."

"Yah. For 'er 18th birthday." He looked around hallway, scanning for anything else out of place. "If she wa' wearin' it at tha bar las' nigh' then she musta made it 'ome 'n got nabbed from 'ere."

The young woman froze. "You—you think he was here last night?"

He didn't miss the way her voice shook or the way her eyes shone in fear. "Must'a been."

"But—" she had so many thoughts running through her mind, and she could feel her knees start to tremble. Sovay implored the detective, "But why would he take Amy?" She looked down and around her, her breaths becoming heavy. "If he was here, why would he take her? I was—I was right here."

Daryl stared at the ground for a few seconds before looking into Sovay's panicked eyes. "'e want's ta make ya suffer. Hurt yer friend like when Sam hurt 'im."

Sovay's heart stopped at the thought and breathing became an impossible task, and her vision went blurry. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes when an idea popped into her head. "Oh god," she half-whispered, focusing her gaze back in on the burly detective. "I think I might know where Amy is."