I'll only do it if I get word they're coming for her first, Allie's promise reverberated through Kurt's head the entire trip to South Africa. Knowing his dying wife was under threat of being arrested 8,000 miles away was distracting, to say the least.
Kurt stood at the front door, glancing up at the vine-covered house again. "We want the second floor," he stated, guiding Rich upstairs to a large room with two twin beds.
"Does anything look different?" Rich asked.
Kurt took a first glance around the room. "No."
Kurt started comparing the photos on his phone to what he saw in the room. "There was never anything under this bed," Kurt explained, pointing at the twin bed to his right, "yet Jane mentioned something about a bag."
Kurt shined his flashlight underneath and found a weathered doctor's bag. "Rich, I got something," he said, reaching for the bag.
Rich walked over to where Kurt crouched on the floor and looked over his shoulder as he opened the bag. "There's only a stethoscope inside," Kurt noted, pulling it out, "doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about it."
"Let me see," Rich requested, taking the stethoscope from him and examining it.
Rich looked over the stethoscope with a careful eye, turning it many directions. "Look at the bell," Rich instructed, tipping it toward Kurt.
In fine letters, it was engraved Calixto.
In Sydney, Reade opened the safety deposit box, only to find an address scribbled on a napkin. "Just a second, I'll run some quick intel on what's located there," Patterson indicated.
Patterson searched via her phone and confirmed, "It's a reno-ed warehouse. Used for community events. After school programs, AA, PTSD support groups."
"Let's go," Reade said, pointing toward the door.
Reade looked inside the concrete room where the admin had said they could explore until the next event started in less than an hour.
"Where should we be looking in here?" Reade asked.
"Let me see the napkin again," Patterson requested, taking the plastic bag Reade held out.
Patterson looked over the napkin inside the plastic bag more closely. "All that it has is this address and a coffee stain," Patterson noted.
"There's not too much stuff in here - just start scanning," Reade instructed.
Patterson and Reade explored, to no avail. A woman setting up for the event carried a coffee pot out and set it on top of a small table. Patterson walked to the table once the woman had left and peeled back the tablecloth, revealing a small drawer. Patterson rummaged through the drawer and found a false wall at the back, behind which she found a small, round, metal candy tin. She opened it, revealing the USB key for the next cache. "Reade, I got it," she shared.
He turned to where she was standing. "From the frickin' coffee stain?" he muttered and shook his head.
After leaving the previously explored bedroom, Kurt and Rich investigated the other parts of the house.
"Kurt, this must have been Jane's room," Rich noted as they walked further down the hall.
This room was half the size of the other bedroom. A single twin bed sat in the middle with a small lamp on a bedside table. There was a dresser on the opposite side of the room, and abandoned art and graffiti covered the walls. They searched through everything in the room, yet didn't find anything of significance to them. "I can't tell what's important here," Kurt admitted, "I'm lost."
"I know who can," Rich hinted, holding up his phone.
In short order, Rich called Allie. "Allie, we need to put Jane on FaceTime," Rich indicated.
"Now is really not the best time," Allie warned, swimming in the number of tasks involved in caring for Jane.
"I know it's real early…" Rich started, yet Allie cut him off.
"Are you on speaker?" she checked.
"No," he confirmed, also seeing that Kurt was still occupied behind him.
"I have Weitz breathing down my neck to arrest Jane," she paused, "I'm holding him off, but I'm a little occupied."
"I hate to push on this," Rich empathized, "but Jane is the only one who is going to recognize her room and point us to what to look for."
Calling Weitz back could wait a few more minutes. "One second," Allie caved, and she popped into Jane's room.
"Alice, Rich would like to talk with you," Allie indicated, holding up her phone.
Alice nodded, and Allie flipped to FaceTime, Rich's face appearing on the screen. "Good morning, Alice," Rich spoke, "I'm hoping you can help me with something."
"What is it?"
"I'm at your house, and I'm wondering if anything sticks out as important that I could bring back for you. I'll walk around the room, and you tell me if you see something. Does that sound okay?"
"Okay."
Rich flipped the camera and slowly panned around the room. "All my things are so damaged," Alice noted, watching as Rich showed her the dresser and the bed, "are any of my things left under the bed?"
Rich crouched and panned underneath, yet nothing was there. He shook his head, stood, and started showing her the walls. "What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?" Rich replied.
"The bird drawing. That's not mine," Alice noted, and Kurt walked over to it, starting to inspect it.
Rich kept panning around the room. "Anything else Alice?"
"Are Ian and Paul there? Can I talk to them?" she asked hopefully.
"They're not here right now," Rich explained.
"I don't need anything," Alice replied, "I'm tired - I'm going to go now."
Alice handed the phone back to Allie, and she took it off FaceTime. "Rich, do what you can to get back here soon," she encouraged.
"I will," he promised. I hope I didn't just make things worse, Rich thought, hanging up his phone and turning toward Kurt.
Kurt had the picture frame off of the wall and was opening the back. When he freed the backing from the frame, he revealed an envelope. He opened the envelope to find a micro SD card. "I think we found a cache," Kurt spoke.
"We've gotta call Patterson," Rich urged, dialing, and when she picked up, "Patterson, we found a cache."
"So did we," Patterson shared, "let's get back to the NYO and analyze both of them."
"There's more," Rich added, "I think we got a last name. We need to look for Paul Calixto."
"Just a minute," Patterson requested, searching via her phone, "I've still got nothing. I'll keep searching on the plane back."
"Okay, I'll do the same," Rich agreed.
Back at the NYO, Rich, Kurt, Reade, and Patterson gathered together in the lab to debrief on everything they found in the caches so far. Allie had tried to get Weitz to join them, but she had been unsuccessful. Patterson had found an audio file on the Sydney cache that she played for them. "I wish things could have been different. That we could have been a family. But now we're out of time," Roman's voice played in the lab.
"There are details on Roman's transactions with a medical lab on here," Patterson explained, "and guess who the doctor is?"
They all looked at Patterson, playing into her reveal. "Paul Calixto," she shared.
"Her cousin," Reade said.
"No, as it turns out, not her cousin," Rich corrected, "her half brother."
Everyone's attention turned to Rich. "The Cape Town cache has his birth record on it. Jane's father had a child out of wedlock: Paul Calixto Kruger," Rich revealed, "Visiting during holiday must have been their custody arrangement. Calling him their cousin covered up the infidelity."
"So Roman found his half brother and was paying him to find a cure for the ZIP poisoning? But he died before he could use it?" Kurt recapped.
Patterson nodded and played one more audio file from the cache. "I need you to promise me that you'll keep working; you'll keep moving forward. Or this will have all been for nothing," Roman's voice played in the lab again.
"He was looking for a cure for Jane," Patterson explained, "and this file is timestamped the day Roman died."
"You're thinking he had an accomplice hiding the caches?" Kurt asked.
"Potentially. It would have been difficult to hide the cache in Sydney at the same time he was dying in Cape Town. The timeline doesn't work out for placing the doctor's bag in Cape Town either," Patterson detailed.
"Anything more on the lab?" Reade asked.
"Guess who it's owned by?" Patterson posed.
"HCI Global," Reade stated, and Patterson nodded.
"Where is it?" Kurt asked.
"That's a good question. We might need Zapata for that," Rich admitted, "or we find the in between caches that we missed because we got them out of order when Jane became Alice."
Kurt's cellphone rang, and he stepped away from the team to take it. "Hi Allie," he answered.
"You've got to get down here now. I've been holding Weitz off, but he's going to arrest Jane," Allie warned.
"Rich, Reade, let's go," Kurt started walking for the door, growling, "Reade, your definition of means well better not include arresting my wife."