The tires of the Galaxie were squealing as Steve pulled the tan sedan into a parking spot along 17th, his eyes automatically scanning the crowds of pedestrians for their person of interest, but thus far without any luck.

Next to him, Mike let go of the door frame a little slower than usual, glancing over at his partner, a mild reprimand for the over-enthusiastic ride across town, before getting out.

The early evening hours had cast shadows across the City by the Bay, as clouds were moving in, ruining what would otherwise be a beautiful sunset. Temperatures were dropping steadily with the blustery winds rushing past buildings and down each street, chilling everybody in their wake.

Steve met him on the sidewalk, the young Inspector's busy eyes glancing left and right, top to bottom but not making out the illusive Reverend.

"Well, Cappy said he was on the corner…that was twenty minutes ago. He could have moved on by now."

Trying to reel in the enthusiasm boiling beneath both of their professional facades after a long week of dead-ends; Mike slapped his young partner's shoulder as they headed down the street, trying to dodge shoppers, tourists and businessmen alike.

The unlikely pair covered the entire block of 17th and Prosper, stopping at several small store fronts to ask clerks if they'd seen the man in question only to come up empty-handed. After half an hour, they switched to the other side of the road, paying particular attention to alleys and small groups of homeless men that had gathered at a barren spot where a building had been demolished not too long ago.

In the end, it wasn't the dirt lot that caught their attention, but a small pathway right behind it.

Steve was the first one to stop in his tracks before reaching for his partner's shoulder.

"Over there! It's Linus!"

Slowing down, Mike squinted, trying to follow the young Inspector's line of sight for many long moments, eventually shaking his head.

"Linus who? I don't see anybody there."

Grunting impatiently, Steve turned toward his discovery, ready to give chase.

"Not who, what. It's Linus the raccoon. Rick's raccoon. Remember?"

At those words, Steve darted off toward the pathway, squeezing through the chain link fence that had been cut open and peeled back, his boots causing small puffs of dust as he sprinted across the lot.

Sighing, Mike followed suit, hoping that his partner had indeed located the Linus the Raccoon and not one of his many friends living in the neighborhood.

He had only taken a few steps toward the chain link fence when the scent of smoke and gasoline stopped him in his tracks. Feeling his heart skip a beat, his palms growing clammy, he turned around his own axis, looking for the source of the frightening scent but couldn't make it out.

Another arson.

Had to be.

Was it Osorro setting them up out here, knowing they were looking for the illusive Reverend Joe? It wouldn't take much to figure that out, talk to a few of the homeless people they'd interviewed, watch them for a while, and then lay another carefully thought out trap for them to step into.

With all these abandoned buildings surrounding them, a fire could quickly spread out of control, trapping them in its path, the deadly plan working out perfectly as firefighters would never be able to reach them in time.

Freezing in his spot for a few brief moments, Mike inhaled deeply, before rushing after his partner.