They'd called in a Uni to drop Reggie off at Headquarters, hoping that with Roger's help they would have a good sketch by late-afternoon.

It was a start into what was quickly unfolding as a rather bizarre case.

After a short visit to Sam Browling's grief-stricken girlfriend that yielded no further information, Steve had dropped Mike off downtown to grab a separate car and check out all the body drop spots, while he headed to Bryant Street to get a warrant that eventually brought him to the bank near St. Matthews.

Thanks to Tanner and Lessing's initial legwork, he had a window of only three hours to cover, as their latest victim had disappeared sometime during or right after mass a couple Sundays ago. The bank director had put him into a quiet nearby office and graciously brewed some more coffee, as Steve watched the tape roll by, taking note of several possible suspects throughout the duration of the recording.

Pausing the video for a moment to give his burning eyes and ever-growing headache a rest, Steve leaned back in the office chair and ran a hand down his tie, absent-mindedly staring at his cream-colored satin dress shirt.

He'd been pushing for more and more solo trips lately, praying it would clear the fog in his brain and allow him focus on their cases. He'd even rekindled some more or less questionable old relationships, hoping that some female companionship might settle the unrest brewing within. The added distance to Mike had helped somewhat, making him feel less guilty, less ashamed about his thoughts. And yet, the vulnerable part inside him missed his best friends' company dearly, especially those careless days before things changed.

Every once in a while, he still managed to pretend that everything was ok, almost feeling proud of the fact that he could mask his feelings remarkably well behind a cheeky smile.

But then there were the nights he woke up in a cold sweat. Or those he didn't sleep at all. The days when he thought about succumbing to old vices just to have-

"Inspector Keller?"

The voice nearly made him jump out of his skin.

Sitting upright and looking over at the startled bank teller, Steve swallowed hard, before forcing a smile.

"I am sorry. It's been a long night…"

Acknowledging his pathetic excuse, the young banker pointed at the nearby phone.

"Lieutenant Stone is on line three for you."

Nodding in gratitude, he reached for the receiver of the black phone just a couple feet away from him, before pushing the blinking red button.

"Inspector Keller?"

"Steve, it's me. We have that sketch drawing of our suspect done, I am making copies now to distribute and get an APB started. R&I gave me a list of twenty-three pharmacies in the area that prescribed CPZ and diazepam in the past six months, so I am going to take the drawing with me and get started. Where are you at with the tape?"

Mike's matter-of-fact monologue helped snap him out of his deep brooding and Steve focused back on the small TV screen ahead.

"About halfway through. I've got a couple possible suspects. Is Reggie still at headquarters? We should have him look at this tape, see if he recognizes his guy."

"That's a good idea. I'll tell Sekulovich to keep him in my office until you get back. When you get done with him, 10-20 me and we can divide up whichever pharmacies I haven't check on by then."

"Sounds good. See you later."

Hanging up the phone, Steve's mood worsened when he realized he'd just set himself up for another solo run, his subconscious mind preparing him for the decision his heart couldn't handle.

Getting up from his chair, he slowly grabbed all his stuff, ready to look for the bank teller and ask to take the tape with him, when he stopped in his tracks for a moment.

Something about the wire being used to kill their victims had triggered a memory.