We pulled in behind the apartment buildings and Michael was out in a hurry changing the license plate. Lincoln and Melanie were quick to come outside, and Lincoln did look better but was still limping around. Melanie had a couple of bags in her hands. She quickly slipped them into the backseat while Michael was finishing up.

"It took you guys long enough," Lincoln complained.

I looked towards Michael who just gave me a small smirk.

"It was all Chuck's fault really. He was really slowing us down," I commented.

Michael and Melanie both grinned, but I could tell that Lincoln just wanted to get back on the road. I guessed we could now that Michael was finishing up with the license plate. I looked back to Melanie who was just standing there smiling with her arms behind her back. I started to approach her.

"Thank you for helping me and my brother," said Michael.

Melanie smiled and nodded her head towards Michael, but didn't say anything. Lincoln had already hopped in the passenger seat and I looked to Michael. He gave me a small nod before getting in the driver's side. I stood a few inches from Melanie for our goodbye.

"I'm sorry I involved you in this," I admitted.

She shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal, but I could see the tears starting to brim her eyes. And if she was going to cry, then it wouldn't take long before I was crying.

"Lincoln explained everything to me while you guys were out," she said.

Melanie explained to me that she believed that there was something suspicious about Lincoln's arrest and trial, and she wanted us to get to the bottom of it. She told me that she wouldn't say anything to the Feds or my father about us stopping here, and I could honestly not ask for a better friend. She was the only person who actually knew me and could trust me to make this decision, and she was putting her own life and career on the line for me. There was no way I would ever be able to make it up to her. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and she returned the hug.

"I put a bag of extra clothes for you in the car," she whispered in my ear.

"Thank you."

"I also put batteries in that police scanner thing so you can listen in to what Mahone and your father are doing."

I looked back at Melanie with an astonished face. I never knew she could be so devious. Now hopefully we could be one step ahead of the police instead of the other way around. I gave her one more quick hug, but I knew that Michael and Lincoln were probably wanting us to wrap it up.

"Stay safe," she mouthed as I opened the back door of the car and slipped into the seat.

I had to dab my eyes a couple of times to keep the tears from falling. Michael backed the car and Melanie waved at us and we pulled out of the parking lot. I looked behind my shoulder at her one final time, and I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was seeing her again. We quickly pulled out of town and headed what looked like to be the middle of nowhere. I let out a frustrated sigh and rested my head back against the seat. I could see Michael making eye contact with me through the rearview mirror.

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

I tried to give a convincing smile, but I was finding it difficult. I had to say goodbye to everybody that I loved.

"It is just hard being away from Melanie. We have only had each other for a long time."

Michael didn't respond, but I saw his eyes flicker over to Lincoln who was just staring mindlessly out the window. I knew exactly what Michael was thinking. Michael and Lincoln used to only have each other when they were younger. I smiled to myself at the thought of how far I would go if Melanie ever got herself thrown in prison for a crime she didn't commit. There was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't even consider breaking her out. I looked over to my right and saw the two bags resting in the seat. I reached over and took of the bag of all our police stuff around the apartment.

I noticed she threw in a brand new cell phone to go with the scanner. At the bottom was also an older looking wallet holding quite a bit of cash in it. She would never let this go without me paying her back at some point. Knowing Melanie, she would probably start charging me interest. I pulled out the scanner and was just staring at it briefly. I flicked on the switch and a green light flickered and static came out of the speakers. I messed with one of the dials for a moment before I could start to make out small voices. Michael and Lincoln could hear them too and turned their attention to me. I turned up the volume a little.

"How? What the hell happened?" asked an unrecognizable female voice.

There was some rustling and some more static.

"He obviously had a serious addiction to the pain killers. He was so high on them that they made him paranoid and he attacked me. I had no choice but to shoot him."

My eyes widened. What the hell was this? Were we listening in our two federal agents talking? I gasped when I recognized the voice as Mahone's. I mouthed what I discovered to Michael and Lincoln.

"He just doesn't seem like the violent type." Said the female.

"Well, I assumed he started taking the medication because he was overweight. The addiction just overtook him and made him a different person." Mahone explained.

Something about this conversation was really tugging at the back of my mind. If Mahone was talking to this person then he had to be involved in the escape somehow. I had a feeling it was an inmate, and if he was overweight then….

"Michael you don't think,," I whispered but couldn't finish my thought.

"I wonder what Sucre will think of Manche's death. After all, they were cousins."

My mouth dropped and I brought my hand up to my forehead. Mahone had just killed Manche', Michael and Lincoln were both equally shocked, and for a second I thought I was going to be sick.

"Hopefully he will guilty enough to make it easy for us and turn himself in," said Mahone with what sounded like pride.

I couldn't listen to any more of this, so I turned the scanner off. The three of just sat in silence for a moment trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Mahone had said that he killed Manche' because he attacked him. I had known Manche' to be a sweet and one of the most loveable inmates. Even though he was in prison, I didn't think he had a violent bone in his body. And then he was talking about how Manche' was addicted to pills and that made him violent. Again, all the time I was in Fox River I never saw Manche' taking any pills. Something in my mind clicked and I remembered back when I first saw Mahone with Michael back at the graveyard. I remembered Mahone hiding a pill inside his pen that he had took.

"Laney, are you alright?" Michael asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Mahone seems to know a lot about addictions," I said without emotion.

Michael's eyes flickered to mine and I knew that he was thinking about the same thing about Mahone and that hidden pill. There was still one more thought in the back of my mind. If Mahone could so easily kill someone like Manche' who was like the opposite of violent, then what was he capable of to those of us who would resist him?