Chris looked over the table full of the items from the safety deposit box. It consisted of four passports and IDs that all contained a different name with the initials E.P.S. The rest of it was money that estimated to be ten thousand dollars in cash.
"Damn. That's enough money to make a man kill." Buck remarked as he approached the table.
Chris looked up at his friend, "Did you find out any information from the store owners?"
"Yeah, but a lot that did. They all said the same thing as if rehearsed."
Chris frowned.
"So this belongs to your John?" Buck nodded to the items on the table.
"Yeah and a storage full of stolen pieces of art."
"An art thief?" asked JD as he came up to join them.
"Looks that way. From the first store owner said, John Doe is quite the talker. Maybe he said too much and the first bombing was premeditated murder so he can get these."
"And he ended up killing three other sad souls and missing the person intended." Buck muttered.
"As far as we know, the murderer doesn't know that John Doe is alive and that we have these. He might try and go after it when things die down." Chris suggested.
"That'd be awkward if the murderer runs into him. If he ain't careful your John can walk right into him." JD gave a light chuckle.
Chris looked at his watch. It was ten after eight.
"I'm going to go meet Vin and pick him up. You coming?" he turned to Buck.
"If you need me." Buck smiled.
"Can I go?" asked JD.
"No." said Chris and Buck in unison.
"Go process those pictures they took at storage. I'll need those when I return." Chris ordered as he left.
JD reluctantly nodded and went to work while the other men walked to the exit.
Buck rode in Chris' car to meet up with Tanner.
"So tell me what you're thinking." Buck asked after ten minutes of silence.
"This idiot is going to get himself killed even though he appears to be cautious. He obviously trusted the wrong person with his information and that almost got him killed. He has serious trust issues which is understandable in his line of work."
"Sounds like another person I know with trust issues." Buck jest, "But I was referring to names. Eric Simpson?"
Chris took a few seconds to flash a glare at his passenger before looking back at the road.
"Oh come on, you aren't at all curious as to what his name is? This man is like a freaking Jason Bourne or Ethan Hunt!"
"No he isn't. He's an art thief."
"True, but he has some crazy skills to escape the hospital and disappear for even a little while. Most criminals we deal with just pull some stupid move that gets them caught."
"Yeah well with his impairment right now, he can't get far."
Chris pulled his car up to the sidewalk and put it in park. "We walk from here."