Joe Reisert rubbed his temples and eagerly took the three aspirin that Sergeant Vrampton offered him. He nodded his thanks and took a deep breath. It was hard to focus on these questions. Right now, only one thing was on his mind, and that was Lisa. His Lisa. His baby girl.

What if that monster's done something to her?

"Mr. Reisert."

"What?" Joe sighed. "I've told you already, you know everything I do. Now, please, can I just go home?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reisert, but as you may be the key witness in what could be a major crime spree across Miami, we really could use your assistance. It may help us in locating your daughter."

His ears perked a little bit. "Crime spree?"

Vrampton, or 'call me Patrick' nodded. "Yes. We received reports from Miami International Airport that a young man was stabbed in the neck following a landing yesterday morning. Then we have, obviously, your case, and the Lux Atlantic was bombed, also yesterday morning, in what we believe to be an act of terrorism."

Joe wracked his brain. For some reason, he was having a major brainstorm at the moment. What if Lisa was involved with both of those? "Jesus, Vrampton, why didn't you tell me this to begin with?"

Patrick sat up straighter. "Why? Do you know anything? I thought you didn't talk to Lisa at all."

"I did, for a few seconds," Joe admitted. "When she came in and asked if I was okay, then asked to use the phone. She was calling Cynthia, her friend who works at the Lux Atlantic with her. I don't know why. She just kept asking her if she was okay."

Vrampton scribbled a few notes on his pad. "Anything else?"

Joe tapped his fingers on the solid metal table, thinking. "I don't know if this makes a difference, but the man who attacked my daughter was rasping quite a bit. And he was wearing the most hideous women's scarf. Maybe he was stabbed?"

Vrampton looked highly intrigued. "Could that have been your daughter who stabbed him? She was taking a Fresh Air red-eye, correct?"

"Yeah, I think so." But then the full force of Vrampton's words hit him and he shook his head furiously. "But no! Lisa wouldn't hurt a fly. She wouldn't have done that to him."

Now the wizened officer was standing, practically pacing nervously about the small room. "What aren't you telling me, Sherlock?" Joe pressed.

Vrampton bit his lip. "I have a feeling this is all connected."

"No shit. But how?"

"My highly evolved theory is this: Lisa was planning to bomb the Lux out of spite for the customers that she faces daily. The ones you told me about."
"Lisa wouldn't-"

Vrampton held up a hand and continued. "Her seatmate, the stabbed man, found out and started giving her the guilt trip. Lisa got mad, stabbed him in the neck, ran for it before she could get in trouble."

"So, you're saying that her seatmate is the man who followed her back to my house."

"Yes. Judging by the description you and the flight attendant gave me, they seem to match perfectly. And from the description of your daughter…well, those match, too."

Joe stood, leveling his eyes with the officer's. "Even if you're right, which I'm sure you're not, because Lisa would never, EVER do something like that, I'm going to go with you a minute."

"Thank you."

"Now here's my question. If you're right, then why the hell would this 'conscientious' guy kidnap her at gunpoint in my foyer?"

Vrampton paused. "It could be anything. Mr. Reisert, please don't get offended. We're not saying that any of this is for sure, but right now, that's what the good percentage of the evidence points to."

Joe walked towards the door. "I'm leaving."

"Suit yourself." Joe angrily twisted open the knob and began stalking down the hallway. He heard Vrampton call after him. "But it would be better if you stayed!"

Joe turned. "Why the hell should I stay?"

Vrampton shrugged. "No reason, really. Except for the fact that if we find more evidence, if you're here to find some way to support it in Lisa's favor, it'll be a much better case for her should she be charged legally for the evidence we already have."

Joe glared at him for a moment before throwing himself into a hard plastic chair. "Fine. But in the time that you're wasting with this 'crime scene' investigation, you could be trying to find my baby girl. Just know that."

Vrampton nodded, his eyes softening. Maybe he has a daughter. "I understand." Then he pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Double the team on the Reisert search."