Betty led the way, with Colby a couple of cars behind her. His GPS showed that the restaurant was three blocks away. "Betty? You want me to swing around the block and cut them off?"

"Sounds good," Betty's voice came through his earpiece. "Yang Chaoxiang drives a black Escalade, so he should be easy to spot."

"I'll bet," Colby chuckled.

"Damn," Betty muttered as the traffic light that separated her from the Tang's Nissan turned red. "I'm running it. There's nothing coming."

"I'll write your ticket later," Colby laughed as he made a sharp right turn.

"And I'll write you one for speeding."

"Tom? Did they make her?" Colby made a quick left and turned on his emergency lights.

"Doesn't sound like it. They're not calling anybody."

"Good. Maybe they're stupider than they look."

Betty interrupted, "Don't count on it, Granger. These guys have been giving us fits for years. They have no reason to believe we're on them."

Colby slammed on his brakes as a blue Mini pulled out in front of him. "Move it, idiot!" The driver of the Mini caught sight of Colby's SUV and quickly pulled out of the way. "That's better," Colby muttered as he drove around the Mini.

"They're pulling into the restaurant lot now," Betty said. "Are you in position, Granger?"

"I'm at the intersection now," Colby said as his car squealed around the corner. "Okay. I'm here." He turned off his emergency lights and drove toward the restaurant.

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"Wakey wakey," Charlie shook Don's shoulder.

"Hmm? What?!" Don sat up. "Ow." He pressed his hand to his belly. "What's going on, Chuck?"

"Greg Harris," Charlie said.

Don blinked, trying to clear his blurring vision. "What? I thought the taxi driver was Greg Yang."

"That was Gene Yang, but I'm talking about ambidextrous pitchers. You told me to wake you up when we got back to baseball."

"What did you find out about Gene Yang?"

"No connection to this case at all."

"You sure?"

"Ninety six point seven percent sure."

"That's good enough for me," Don got to his feet, staggering slightly.

"Hey, Bro," Charlie grabbed Don's arm to steady him. "You'd better sit back down."

Don nodded and sat. "I am a little dizzy. Must be that damned OxyContin. I missed taking my first dose, so I took two when I remembered..." He pulled the bottle out of his pocket and squinted at the label. "Oops." He looked up at Charlie. "How often are you supposed to take your painkillers?"

"One every four hours, as needed. Why?"

"I must have been listening to your instructions instead of mine. I'm supposed to take mine once every twelve hours. No wonder I'm so sleepy."

Charlie pulled out his cell phone. "I'm calling poison control."

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Colby ran toward the restaurant, weapon drawn. He heard Liu yelling, "FBI! Bu yao dong! Freeze!"

"Booyah?" he muttered into his mic.

Tom Yang chuckled. "Bu yao dong. It basically means 'freeze.'"

"Cool," Colby said. As he ran around the corner of the restaurant into the parking lot, he was nearly run down by a man carrying a familiar crate. Colby planted his feet and aimed at the man. The man stopped and dropped the crate. "Booyah dong! Freeze!"

"Booyah?" the man shook his head as he raised his hands. "Your accent sucks. Where'd you learn Mandarin?"

"On the job training. Hands behind your back, fingers interlocked, thumbs up." He glanced at Betty. "I assume this is Yang Chaoxiang?"

"Yep. Sorry I didn't introduce you."

Colby snapped the cuffs around Yang's wrists. "Ni hao, Yang. Did I say that right?"

Betty laughed. "Perfectly."

"You're gonna have to teach me how to say 'dirtbag' in Mandarin."

"Gladly. Later," Betty said. "How about we take these guys back and you handle the painting?"

Colby released Yang to Betty and glanced down at the crate. "You mean this?" he stomped on the crate, shattering it. At Yang's stunned expression, he laughed. "You don't think we'd actually let your idiot friends run off with the real thing, do you?"

Yang turned to the Tang brothers and let loose a tirade in Mandarin that made Betty blush.

"You can give me a translation later," Colby said.

Betty shook her head. "If I said those things, my mother would wash my mouth out with soap. Let's just say it wasn't very complimentary."

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Charlie paced in front of Don as he dialed. "Yes, my name is Charles Eppes. My brother, Don Eppes inadvertently took two OxyContins. Yeah, just a second," he took the bottle from Don. "Ten milligram. Right. No, he's just sleepy.... Age? .... Yeah, he's thirty nine.... How long ago? Don? How long ago?"

"An hour, maybe," Don said.

"An hour.... Uh, yeah. He's an FBI agent. He was just released from the hospital.... Gunshot wound.... Yeah... He apparently didn't pay attention when he was told the dose for his pills. He did, however, listen when the pharmacist told me MY instructions.... All right. I'll do that. Thank you very much."

"So?" Don asked when Charlie closed his phone.

"So we have to call your doctor and watch you to make sure you don't stop breathing. And don't take anything else until your doctor tells you."

"Why would Donnie stop breathing?" Alan's voice came from behind Charlie.

"Uh oh. Busted," Charlie said, turning to face his father. "Donnie accidentally took a double dose of his painkillers. I called poison control, and it's all cool."

"It is NOT cool, young man," Alan said. "Come on, Donnie. Let's get you back to the hospital."

"Aw, Dad, you heard Chuck. I just need to call my doctor."

"I don't see you dialing," Alan said, giving his older son an ominous glare.

"I was listening to Charlie," Don muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket. Just as he was ready to dial, the phone rang. Don glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone. "Colby!? What's up?"

Colby chuckled. "That was fast, Don. Were you waiting for my call?"

"No. I was getting ready to make a call. What's going on?"

"We got 'em all: the Tang brothers, and Yang Chaoxiang and his men."

"Everybody okay?"

"Pretty much. You heard about Tomlin?"

"Yeah. Everybody else is okay, though, right?"

"Yep. We're all good, bossman. And we pulled it off without you."

"Watch it, Granger," Don snarled. With a smile, he added, "Good job, Colby. Keep me posted, okay?"

Don finished the call and leaned back. "They got everyone."

"That's wonderful," Alan said, "now call your doctor."

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"So, now what, Boss?" Colby tilted his chair back and put his feet on his desk. "Have we finally caught a break?"


"Don't call me Boss," David snarled, "and no, we can't rest yet. We still have work to do. We haven't figured out yet who killed Ellen Davis or why."

Colby nodded slowly. "Now that we have everyone in custody, maybe we should have another chat with the husband."

"It can't hurt," David stood and picked up his jacket. "Let's go."

"Now?"

"Why not? Betty's crew is tied up with Yang and the Tangs. Liz is still babysitting the Eppes family. You got something better to do?"

Colby stood. "I don't know. Sleep? Eat? There's always something to eat at Charlie's house. Maybe we can give Liz a break from her babysitting duties."

"Aw, man, that sounds tempting. How about we talk to Mr. Davis and then I'll treat you to Pie 'n' Burger."

"All right. As long as I can have a burger AND pie."

"Hey, I'm no cheapskate. I'll even let you get fries."

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"Dad! You don't have to hover," Don snarled. "The doctor said I'll be fine. Maybe I should have let you talk to him."

"Why didn't you think of that while you had him on the phone?" Alan asked.

Don rolled his eyes. "Sorry. I'm over eighteen. He probably wouldn't talk to you anyway."


"He would if you gave permission," Charlie chuckled at Don's glare. "Just trying to be helpful. So, Don, what did Colby say? Is everybody okay?"

Don nodded slowly. "Yeah, everyone but Tomlin. I wish we'd had a chance to talk to him to figure out why he got in with Agincourt's gang. I mean, did he join the FBI planning on something like this, or did Agincourt approach him and convince him to give up everything he worked for?"

Megan pulled a chair over and sat in front of Don and Liz. "We can figure it out, Don. What do we know about Tomlin? Is he married? How long has be been with the FBI?"

Don glanced at Liz. "Have you worked with Tomlin? I didn't really know him."

Liz shook her head. "Sorry. No."

"That's okay," Megan said, "We can go through his belongings, read his computer files, check his phone records. I can do a psychological profile and Charlie can perform his math magic. We'll find out why he did what he did."

Don grinned. "Welcome back to the team, Reeves."

Megan smiled sadly. "You don't know how I have waited to get back to simple investigation."

"Simple?" Don snorted. "The DOJ assignment must have really been something if you consider this case simple."

Megan shook her head. "You don't know the half of it." She stood slowly. "I'm going to head in to the office and see what I can find out. I'm guessing David and Colby are busy with reports right now."

Don laughed. "That's one thing I'm not going to miss while I'm on medical leave."

Ben and Maggie had sat quietly, but when Megan stood, Ben stood as well. "I believe we'll go back to our apartment. I'm assuming we're safe now?"

Liz glanced at Don. "I don't see why they need to stay here. Do you, Don?"

Don shook his head. "The only problem I can see is that they don't have their car."

"I've got my car," Megan said, "I'll drop you guys off on the way downtown."

"You don't need to do that," Maggie said. "We'll just call a cab."

"Don't be silly," Megan said. "Come on."

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"Here we are," David said, pulling the SUV into Ed Davis' driveway behind three other cars.

"I hope the funeral isn't today," Colby said as they walked to the front door. "That would stink."

"It would. Keep your fingers crossed." David rang the doorbell.

A woman who appeared to be in her late thirties opened the door. "Yes?"

"May we speak with Mr. Davis?" David asked.

"Who's asking?" she glanced with obvious concern at the two men.

David reluctantly pulled out his badge. "Special Agents Sinclair and Granger. We'd like to speak with him regarding his wife's death."

The woman studied David's badge, then sighed. "I'll go see if he wants to talk to you. You two stay here." She stepped back into the house and closed the door.

A moment later, Ed Davis opened the door. "I'm sorry. Please come in."

The woman hovered behind Ed. "Eddie? You need me to stay here?"

"No, Esther. It's fine. These gentlemen are helping find out who killed your sister."

"It's about time." Esther turned and walked out of the room.

"If this is a bad time …" David started.

"No. No. Not at all. Please come in." Ed led them into the living room. "Please, have a seat. Did you find my wife's murderer?"

David shook his head. "Unfortunately, not yet. We do have everyone who was involved in the art thefts in custody. We're hoping you could help us narrow down the list of suspects."

"I told you I didn't know anything about this. That other agent I talked to – Eppes? -- said the FBI was going over the physical evidence. Did that turn anything up?"

David exchanged glances with Colby, who said, "I'm afraid not. We retrieved the bullet that killed her, but ballistics hasn't turned up a match with a weapon yet."

Ed sighed. "Those CSI shows make it look so easy. I guess real crimes aren't solved in an hour. Did you find the guy that ran that career group she was involved in?"

"We did," Colby said. "His name is Fred Agincourt. We don't think he was involved in the thefts, but other members of his family were. You told Agent Eppes that her routine changed when she joined Agincourt's group. Did her behavior or mood change at all during that time? Did she seem upset or worried at all?"

"She seemed a little stressed, but I figured it was just the extra work. Now that I think of it, she did seem worried a few days before ... before she was killed."

"Tell us about it," David said softly.

"She came home from one of those group meetings and said she'd had it. She had told Agincourt she wanted to quit the group. I asked her what he thought of that, and she said she didn't care."

"Did she say what was wrong?" Colby asked.

"I just assumed it was the usual. Agincourt couldn't control the kids and left her to the dirty work. But, no, she didn't say ...." A look of surprise crossed Ed's face. "You don't think Agincourt killed her because she wanted to quit, do you?"

"No," David said. "In fact, we don't believe Fred Agincourt was involved in her murder at all."

Ed buried his face in his hands. "I don't get it," his voice was muffled. "What are you looking for from me?" He looked up at David. "Was she involved in the art theft gang or not? Was she killed because of that, or was it something else? Or don't you know a damned thing?"

"We're still investigating," David said softly. "You told us there was nothing unusual the day of the theft."

"Right. She left for work. I kissed her goodbye ..."

"Did she say anything about Agincourt's group that morning?" Colby asked.

"No ...," Ed began. He stopped, thinking. "But the night before was a Thursday, and she stayed late for Agincourt's group. I told her I thought she'd quit, and she said she had one more thing to finish up on Friday, and then she was done." He glanced from David to Colby and back again. "I guess that one thing was stealing the painting."

David said, "That's something we'll definitely ask the Agincourts about."

"Maybe you could ask them how they got her involved in this thing," Ed said. "She had no reason to be involved in anything illegal."

"Is there anything in her past that could be used to pressure her ...?" Colby asked.

"No! Ellen was a good woman all her life. There was nothing!"

"We have reason to believe her cousin was also involved."

"Greg?" Ed shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. "Greg's not a bad kid, but his father was a real piece of work."

"How so?" David asked, turning a page in his notebook.

"From the time he was a teenager, he was nothing but trouble. Drinking, smoking, doing drugs, stealing to support his habits. You name it, he did it. It's amazing Greg turned out to be such a good kid. But you say he was involved?"

David nodded. "What's his father's name?"

"Donald Spencer. I'm willing to bet your computers will light up when you enter his name."

The kitchen door opened, and Esther entered. "Eddie, you've got a phone call. Do you want me to take a message?"

Ed looked questioningly at David, "Are we done?"

David stood, reaching to shake Ed's hand. "I think so. You've been very helpful. Give us a call if you think of anything else, okay?"

"Okay. I hope you find out who did this. And how they dragged Ellen into this."

"Oh, we will," Colby said, standing. "Don't you worry about that, Mr. Davis."