"A-man-da King is a former FBI agent!" the blonde screamed between the two men before throwing her hands on her hips.

Billy Melrose gave Lee a menacing look as he moved around to sit down at his desk. "Yes, Francine. And that's top secret. So, lower your voice. No one," he turned to glare at Lee, "Is supposed to know."

"Can we get on with this? I'd like to go home and shower sometime today," Lee groused as he flopped into a chair opposite his boss.

"I noticed you looked a little worse for wear. Late night," Billy asked.

"Late night of backgammon, no doubt," Francine replied snidely.

"I spent the night at the hospital, if you must know. That's where I was given the file on Friedman, but I don't know by whom," Lee stated.

"Well, whomever it was, either has friends in high places or IS the friend in a high place," Billy replied. "We all read the file," they nodded. "The level of information goes deep. They had details that were redacted in the files we were able to pull together. Hell, the forensics on the bomb that nearly killed Amanda back in '72 will be the smoking gun that ties Friedman and his friends to the recent car bomb, which means possible life sentences."

"Better than they deserve, if you ask me," Lee griped.

"What were you able to get from him?" the older man asked.

"He fingered Caputo and Caputo's girlfriend," Francine flipped through her notepad to find the name she was looking for. "Uh, Martin. April Martin."

"But why now? What or who set this train in motion?"

"Friedman said they all thought that Amanda was killed by his first bomb back in '72," Francine gave a sidelong glance toward Lee.

"Do we have a leak? Did our digging rattle the wrong cage?" Billy asked dumbfoundedly.

Lee jumped up out of his chair and moved toward the window looking out over the bullpen. "I screwed up, Billy. I must have tipped my hand."

"You've only met with government agency personnel. Are you telling me one of them have been infiltrated by the Weathermen?" the older man was stunned at what was being insinuated.

Lee rubbed the back of his neck before turning around and facing his boss. "No, I'm saying . . . I visited Caputo," he finished reluctantly.

Francine's eyes widened and she adjusted in her seat. Her discomfort was tangible.

Billy's eyes never moved off Lee's as he called to the blonde, "Francine, why don't you go see what they found at Friedman's place." When she didn't move, he growled, "Now, Francine!"

"Right, I'll just . . . "She pointed toward the door and slipped out of the room with a worried glance to her friend and colleague.

Billy's voice boomed as soon as the door clicked behind Francine, "You drove down to Petersburg?"

"Yes," Lee replied quietly.

"What was that?"

"I said, yes. Yes, I drove two hours to Petersburg Correctional. Yes, I had a chat with Caputo," Lee replied forlornly.

"What in God's name did you say to the man, Scarecrow?" He slammed his hand on his desk in frustration. "I thought you were a professional?"

"I've racked my brain over this, Billy. I don't know what I said or did that tipped him off. Amanda's name never came up, I swear to you."

"Well, you obviously piqued his interest."

"Yeah, enough to get his little girlfriend to investigate me. I want her picked up and whoever the hell gave her my address." He jabbed his finger on the desk for emphasis. "Whoever it is, they're obviously tied into the government system." Lee raised a brow at the implications and Billy nodded his understanding. If there were someone dolling out government employees' addresses to anyone who asked, they definitely had to shut that down and fast.

"Why don't you head home and get cleaned up," his boss advised.

"Yeah, maybe I will," he stood to leave. 'And then maybe stop by the hospital to check on my partner,' he added mentally before moving toward the door.

"Have Francine get a warrant pulled for April Martin. Then we'll figure out who else is involved."

"Right."

"How's she doing?"

Lee let go of the door handle and turned back to Billy, "She was still out when I left this morning but they took care of the internal bleeding and her vitals were strong."

"Good. Nothing but a few weeks of rest won't cure. She's very lucky, Lee," Billy smiled. "She's like a cat with nine lives."

"Yeah," he nodded and sighed before adding sadly, "I'm just worried how many lives she's already used up."