Nobody in Vice had remembered booking a man wearing a cassock for possession, a solemn fact that weighed heavy on Steve's spirits as he rode the elevator upstairs once again, eyes carelessly following the numbers rising slowly, his empty stomach not appreciating the movement below his feet.

With a handful of mugshot books in tow, he marched back toward the Homicide Office, hoping that somewhere in the endless rows of pictures and names was their illusive humanitarian.

After a week of wandering in the dark, it was worth a shot.

In the meantime, Mike had put out an overly optimistic APB for Rick the Raccoon guy, hoping to bring him back in for questioning, if nothing else to sit with a sketch artist or go through mug shots. Without an official ID, their case was quickly spiraling into a direction neither detective wanted to see.

With a quiet sigh, he fumbled with the door knob to the Homicide office, using his foot to pry the door open wide enough for him to sneak through and cross the busy bullpen.

Still on the phone and yet entirely aware of his return; Mike watched him drop the heavy books down on his desk and brush the dust off his dress shirt and tie, before refilling his coffee cup once again.

By late afternoon, their hopes of making any sort of headway were quickly vanishing.

"No…that's definitely a good start…", he overheard Mike on the phone and took his time adding a little bit of sugar and cream to his coffee, before leaning against the door frame to the inner office.

"You bet. We're going to check it out for sure…thank you so much…yes, we certainly will. Bye now!"

"A new lead?", Steve asked apprehensively, barely able to wait until his partner hung up the phone.

With a headshake, Mike gestured for him to come in and close the door.

"Not this case. The Osorro case."

"The Osorro case? What do you mean? Somebody saw him?"

"No.", Mike answered quickly, "This was Lieutenant Banks from the Westwood Park Fire Department. They had a suspicious fire in a Senior Living Apartment complex last night. Three fatalities. He didn't see any of Osorro's usual…trademarks, but he wanted to let us know regardless. Right now, the fire is deemed accidental but he did call in a specialist to make sure because there were some questions about the possibility of an accelerant being used."

"It does sound like something he'd do. But no media contact either, or did you hear anything?"

"Nothing."

Mike's frown deepened as he ran a hand across his chin deep in thought, exhausted blue eyes ending on Jeannie's picture, before facing his partner again.

"It's you this time."

The cryptic message pulled Steve out of his own thoughts and he raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean, me?"

"I mean your phone. It's ringing. Go grab it."

Startled when the information finally reached his brain, Steve turned back around to leave the office, grabbing the phone receiver after the forth ring.

"This is Inspector Keller?"

"Steve, this is Cappy. I was trying to reach Mike but his line was busy…"

"What can we do for you, Cappy?", he answered and waved the Lieutenant over.

"You know how you guys are looking into a case of a dead priest? Well, there's a guy down here at 17th and Prosper with a…a cassock…talking to the homeless people. Thought you might want to talk to him…"