"You ready?" MJ asked.

"Just need to grab my jacket," Peter answered. In typical Parker fashion, he and his wife had decided to push through their grief by keeping busy and helping others. To that end, they had slated their afternoon to work at F.E.A.S.T. Officially, May Parker was still considered "missing," and the Parkers were hoping that there was a chance she would find her way to the shelter while they were working.

Peter walked by a window on his way to the coat rack. In passing, he heard a very slight tink.

"What was that?" he wondered, turning to look in the direction of the sound.

"What was what?" MJ asked.

"I…" Peter hesitated. On the windowsill, he saw a small, circular object. For the most part, it was nothing remarkable, except for the purple spider symbol on it. What on Earth? "I thought I heard something, but I guess not."

"Okay. Let's go, then."

"I'll be right there."

As soon as MJ had closed the front door behind her, Peter ripped open the window to pick up the small disc. He didn't want to get anyone's hopes up, but he had to check this out. He pulled out his cellphone.

"Miles," he greeted. "How soon can you meet me at the lab?"

"About ten minutes," Miles answered. "Why? I thought you and MJ were volunteering at F.E.A.S.T. today."

"It'll make more sense if I show you. I need a second opinion on something."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Peter managed to slip away from MJ, then made his way to Greenwich, keeping a tight grip around the disc. When he finally reached the lab, he found that Miles had beat him there.

"Hey, Miles," Pete greeted.

"Hey, Pete," his friend replied, turning around in his chair. "So, what have you got? You sounded pretty serious on the phone."

"This." Peter opened his fist and held out the small disc. "I think it's something like a GPS tracker."

"Whoa, I think you're right. Where did you find it?"

"Someone left it on my windowsill this morning."

"And the purple spider?" Miles wondered. "What could that mean? I usually go with black or red, you go with black or white, and May…"

"I had her use pink," Pete finished. "I know. Whoever left this, they obviously know who we are if they knew to leave it at my house and use a spider. We need to find out what this is all about."

"I'll try tracing wherever it's sending its signal to," Miles offered, turning back to the computer. He fiddled around in some software, then brought up a map of the city. "Well, I can't find its source, but I have found at least two other devices that are emitting the same frequency. Take a look."

Miles had overlaid a dot with a purple spider on two different locations on the city map: one in Midtown, and the other on the upper west side. "Let's go pick them up, then."

"Hold on," Miles argued. "We still don't know anything about these trackers."

"May was trying to tell me something that night," Pete remembered. "What if… what if somehow she left these for us to find, as a way to tell us if anything happened to her?"

"Or, what if this is someone who somehow knows our identities and is using our grief to lure us into a trap? Can you honestly tell me that someone who would reach out to us like this would be friendly, or why May wouldn't come to us directly?"

"She tried to, and I didn't listen," Peter sighed. "I can't risk making that same mistake again. If there's any chance…"

"Pete, I miss May almost as much as you must, but, I don't want to get anyone's hopes up," Miles admitted. "This… This doesn't mean she's alive."

"It doesn't mean she's not, or that she's not still trying to lead us to whatever she was trying to tell us about that night. I have to find out. If it's a trap, I'll be ready."

"Darn right you'll be ready, cause I'm coming with you."

"Thanks."

The two suited up and made their way to the first location. The GPS signal led to a park in Midtown. Combing the area, Peter found another purple spider disc in a tree. Taped to the same branch was a small flash drive.

"There was a drive with this one," he called out.

"Plug it in and see what's on it," Miles encouraged.

Peter inserted the drive in the slot in his suit. After a quick virus check, a list of files appeared on his display.

"Bunch of random stuff," he told Miles. "Seems like generic personal files… wait, there's a video."

"What of?"

"Let's see… it looks like an office. There's a plaque on the desk. Elaine Stephens?"

"Isn't that May's figure skating coach?" Miles asked.

"Yeah. She has… a file on Grave Dust?" Peter gasped. "That explains why Loup-Garou and his guys were all creepy and tough that night. But why would a figure skating coach be interested in any of this, enough to siphon funds from her own club and... hire a were-wolf to steal Diox-3 from Terrinc and Alchemax? Loup-Garou, of course. This was what May was trying to tell me." Why had he brushed her off? If he had stopped just for one second to think about why she had been so adamant, so determined...

"She found out in one night what we couldn't in two weeks! Why didn't she come to us or go to the police with this immediately? Why hasn't whoever is leaving these GPS tags, for that matter?"

"Maybe she was scared; of me, of Stephens… Let's see if the next location has anything more."

The Spider-Men made their way to the Upper West Side. Their map indicated that the next GPS tracker was near the waterfront. Peter hadn't been here since the day after the accident, and it was hard to come back. Looking towards the river, he could see fresh in his mind the moment the car had rammed into May. The fear and grief came back to him all at once, and he had to restrain himself from shooting a web towards a girl he knew was no longer there.

"You ok?" Miles asked.

"I will be," Pete answered. "Once we find the next clue."

The next GPS tag also had a flash drive. Skimming through it, Peter found several civil records, like the ones in MJ's databases.

"Elaine Stephens is an alias," he exclaimed. "She's actually Tombstone's daughter, Janice!"

"You serious?" Miles demanded. "That explains everything! Tombstone Junior is following in Daddy's footsteps."

"And when May found out about it, Little Lincoln sent one of her goons after May to keep her from telling me. Why didn't I just listen?"

"You couldn't have known what was going to happen."

"No," Pete relented. "But I should have trusted her enough to know that she would throw herself in the middle of something like that without a good reason… All this is my fault."

"No, it's not; it's Lincoln's," Miles insisted. "And now we have everything we need to bring her down and make sure everything May did wasn't for nothing."

"Maybe it's time to leave this to the actual professionals. We should-"

Pete was interrupted by an alert on his mask display. Security breach. Someone was hacking into his system! Had Stephens- er, Lincoln- found him out the same way she had May? The alert was replaced by a different message.

"You have unlocked the final location," it read. "Be there by eight tonight if you want to end this. Be ready to go deep."

Instead of a name, the message was signed by the now-familiar purple spider. Once it disappeared, Peter's map took its place, and a new signal marker had appeared.

"What's up?" Miles asked.

"We have one last stop," Pete answered. "But first, we should go back to the lab and get ready. This all ends tonight."