Chris pulled out of his phone and dialed the profiler, Josiah Sanchez's number.

"Hey brother, what can I do for you?"

"Josiah, I need any information you got on how to get repressed memories back and memory loss." Chris said into the phone as he walked to his Chevy Impala and got in.

"Your John woke up I'm guessing."

"Yeah but he ain't giving me much."

"I'll look into it for you."

"Thanks."

Chris ended his call and drove on home for the night.

The next day brought on new problems. JD was able to identify that the parts for the bomb was bought in cash. No one was able to pull an exact description of the man other than he was a white middle age man.

Chris tightened his grip on the back of JD's chair as he hovered over the younger man who was busy looking at street cameras under the detective's request.

JD pulled up the camera from across the street and pulled it up to the exact time to items were bought.

"Stop right there." muttered Chris and JD did.

Larabee pointed to a figure who was exiting the building with his head slightly turned to the camera.

"I think that would be my John Doe."

"Maybe he was buying something else." JD suggested.

"Maybe, or maybe he was buying parts to blow some low lives to kingdom come. Print that."

JD did as he was asked.

"But why would he? We checked his prints. There's nothing in the data base."

"Calm down, JD. I'm only going to question the store owner if this was the person who bought the supplies."

Chris took the picture and put it in his inner coat pocket.

"Keep running faces to see who else could have bought those things."

JD nodded and went back to watching the video.

Chris walked into the store and scanned the room. He was grateful that it was mostly empty so he wouldn't have to wait for the manager. Stepping up to the counter he flashed his badge.

"Detective Chris Larabee of the D.C.P.D. My colleague spoke to you on the phone yesterday. I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions."

Chris pulled the picture from his inner pocket.

"Is this the man who bought the supplies to make a bomb?"

The man behind the counter looked at the picture for a minute before shaking his head.

"No, I remember that fella though. Real clean like. Gold tooth. He was coming in here to get a key made."

"Do you know what for?"

"Didn't say. It was a small key like the kind you use for storage or safety deposit boxes."

Chris rose an eyebrow.

The man shrugged, "The key had, 'Do Not Duplicate' engraved on it."

"Yet you did?"

"He paid me a hundred bucks to do the job."

Larabee ran his hands through his hair and looked around the store.

"The man who bought the explosives. He had a scar under his eye I think."

"Why didn't you say that before?" frowned Chris.

"I wasn't positive. I had both men talking to me at the same time. Their faces blurred together."

"Did this man talk to the guy with the scar?"

"Yeah. Real chatter box. Fancy five dollar words. He asked about the supplies the guy with the scar was buying and the other man looked ready to kill him. Then fancy man pulled words right out of his ass and talked his way out of getting killed."

"Thanks." Chris said as he picked up his picture and walked away. Just before he reached the door he turned around, "Did he ever say his name?"

The manager shook his head in a negative, but rose his hand up if suddenly remembering, "Maybe Eddie Smith. Something with E.S. initials."

Chris nodded and walked out. It was a start to a long list of possible names.