Chapter 4:
"Neal, just set those on the table there," Agent Matthews said coolly, walking deeper into the apartment complex.
Neal set the paintings down, trying to hone in on where they were. She had blindfolded him before driving, seemingly, across town.

The building was obviously older judging by the narrow hallways and thick wooden smell that permeated the entire entryway. Agent Matthews turned around and started walking back towards Neal as he glanced out the narrow window in the doorway. The sun was too bright on his eyes to see the name on the shop awning across the street really clearly. But it was something.

729-464-4361

Peter had written out several columns putting the letters from these numbers together, ignoring the one at the end (as there aren't any letters on a one a phone keypad). There were only a few combinations that provided words and fewer still that were logical messages. The most logical combinations of which were 'paying gem' and 'saying I do' neither of which made much sense.

Elizabeth had been chewing her food quietly to let Peter concentrate, but as she watched him scratch out a few of the less likely possibilities, she had a thought.

"Saying I Do is a wedding boutique. There's only two in Manhattan."

Peter looked at Elizabeth quizzically for a moment. "Why would Neal send me a message about a wedding boutique? It doesn't make any sense."

"Unless he's at the wedding boutique."

"Or more likely, close to it. If he were in a store, I'm sure he wouldn't need my help."

Peter picked up his phone and dialed Diana's number.

"Yes, boss?"

"Can you look up a wedding boutique called Saying I Do, there should be two locations, and see what kind of buildings are nearby."

After following Agent Matthews farther into the apartment complex, which seemed to become more eerily dim the deeper into the building they went, Neal attempted to pull out his phone. But Agent Matthews turned and glowered at him slightly.

"Don't" She said reached into her attache to reveal a small handgun and continued matter of factly "I really don't like getting dirty, and getting blood out of wood is not pleasant."

Neal nodded. And then asked "Did you have a buyer in mind for a piece?"

"Yes. I don't need you to try and find one of your associates to get you out of this."

"You do think of everything." Neal grinned and continued following her up a rickety staircase. Finally, she opened a door, revealing Mozzie, still handcuffed to the wall.

"I'd say I was glad to see you, but I'm not en-armoured of your company."

"Good to see you too, Moz. I'm glad our plans for the day worked out."

Agent Matthews led Neal over to a table in the corner of the room and gestured for him to sit down. She proceeded to handcuff both of his legs to the table-legs as well as one arm.

"You'll need one hand free, unfortunately. In order to analyze this carefully" She said as she placed the U-Boat manifest on the table in front of him. "But you won't be needing this."

She took his phone, and placed it in her coat pocket. As she walked towards the door, Neal leaned into the desk "Won't I be needing a pen or pencil and another sheet of paper to cross reference the paintings with the manifest?"

"I don't think that will be necessary." Agent Matthews turned to leave again.

"What about the things that I told you that I need?" Mozzie asked "I can't have my afternoon melon and nap routine interrupted just for your benefit. I'm the one that found the art to begin with."

Agent Matthews rounded on Mozzie and walked up to close to him "Please remember, I'm the one that has the keys to these handcuffs. And that I have a gun on my person. But as I just told Mr. Caffrey, I don't particularly wish to use it."

As Agent Matthews threatened him, Mozzie used the opportunity to lean his elbow gently against her coat, causing Neal's phone to fall back onto the floor. As it did, Neal pulled the table from the wall to muffle the clang as it hit the floor.

"I just need a little better light." Neal commented as Agent Matthews rounded to stare at him, as it turned out that the table was attached to the wall "This will do."

Agent Matthews looked a little baffled but walked out the door, "Neal, I expect you to have a thorough understanding of that list when I come back."