Mike Logan handed his blurry eyed partner one of the two steaming Styrofoam cups he held and pulled up a chair.

"Thanks, man," Green murmured as his fingers continued to move over the keyboard in Lt. Van Buren's office, his eyes glued to the computer screen.

"Any luck getting line on the Brezin girl?"

"Yeah, after I left the safe house I called the L T. Told her what I had in mind and she pulled some strings. She talked Brezin's warden, then Brezin, finally Karopovich over at the Russian consulate. If everything goes the way it's supposed to, I should have her online via webcam, any second now."

"Mind telling me where all this faith in the Russians is coming from, Ed?"

Green shrugged his shoulders and turned to face his partner. He knew it was a long shot when he found himself staring back at the lifeless eyes in the photograph he had almost thrown in Rebecca McCoy's face.

It had been months since the Brezin trial. Even longer since he and Nina Cassady had liberated a penthouse full of kidnapped sex slaves that had been under Karl Rostov's control. As a horrified Rebecca McCoy took the picture from him, Green remembered the confused young woman he and Nina Cassady found hiding out with one of Rotov's underlinks.

If had been as if she were waiting for he or Cassady to betray her, as well. To hold out the hope her captivity was over in order to gain her trust, only to snatch it away and become her new tormentors.

It wasn't until a member of the Russian consulate arrived at the 2 7 that the battered young woman allowed the slightest flicker of emotion to show on her young face. Green remembered her tearful thanks after the translator assured her she was indeed free and her willingness to do all that she could to help the police to bring down Rostov's operation.

"Listen Mike, I know it's a long shot, but Nadia Brezin has been through the same thing Malinowski's is going through right now," he explained as he returned his attention to the screen. "If anybody knows where to begin looking or who Rostov might be getting help from, it's going to be one of his victims."

"Detective Green," the heavily accented voice said cautiously.

"Nadia, yes," Green replied with obvious relief."Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. This is my new partner, Detective Logan, he will be listening as we talk, if you're okay with that?"

A look for fear clouded the young woman's face and she hesitated momentarily.

"You trust this man," Nadia asked.

After Green nodded, she followed suit, her face relaxing once more.

"I trust you. If you trust this man, I trust him too. The police here have told me why you've contacted me. Please tell Mr. McCoy how sorry I am for him and his family. My father believes him to be a fair man and I will do whatever I can to help. Just tell me what you want to know."

"I know we went through this after we found you," Green began," but I need you to think of the places Rostov and his people kept you, the people he used to help him, names, anything that you think will help us find Ms. Malinowski."

"But detective, you've arrested the few people I was able to indentify," she regretfully."As for places, once I arrived in New York the penthouse was the only place I remember, until I tried to escape..."

"What about before you came to New York," Logan chimed in."When you were in Russia. Your father told us Rostov kept his victims near their loved ones. When you were in Russia, where did they keep you?"

The young woman stared thoughtfully at Logan, as she turned his question over in her mind. Suddenly she began to nod confidently.

"Yes,"she said slowly,"detective you are right. For weeks I was only a block away from my home. They kept me in the basement of one of the abandoned stores near our house. I didn't realize it until just before they moved me. Between the beatings and the….I was very confused. It wasn't until I began looking at the pipes, that's when I realized ..."

"Looking at the pipes, what pipes," Green asked.

"The bathroom, the sink," she explained excitedly."You must understand. It had been weeks. They had drugged me and…as I said before... I was very confused. One morning I thought maybe, if I could get a water pipe loosened maybe I could flood the room. Maybe if there were people below me, the water would fall on them and someone would come and find me.

"When I tried to loosen the pipe, I noticed the flooring. How the flooring matched the bathrooms in the shops I used to go to. That's when I realized I might be close to home. After they took me to New York, Karl bragged about keeping a policeman's daughter right under his nose."

"Basements," Logan pressed. "No apartments or hotels? Only basements?"

"No," Nadia answered firmly. "No hotels. Not until after they put us to work. The Trainer came to us. Basements or sometimes abandoned buildings… places where they didn't have to worry about the noise."

"Good, good Nadia," Green said excitedly. "Keep going. You're doing great!"

"Places where you might have heavy machinery…boilers …to drown out the sounds?"

"Boilers," Nadia said with a frown."I don't know this word boilers."

"You know….heaters…or washers…loud sounds," Green offered.

"Ah, yes, yes."

"And this 'trainer'," Logan said as the knot in his stomach tightened. "Tell us about him."