"Here." Ty ordered, bringing the van to a slow stop.

"Here?"

Ty glared at Jesse.

"Yes. Here. They won't find him here, and if they do there's no way to connect it to us. Do you have a better idea?"

"No…" Jesse shook his head slowly, climbing out of the van and walking to edge of the ravine.

He looked apprehensively down its sloping sides to the inch of mud at the bottom.

"They sure won't find him anytime soon…" he agreed, almost inaudibly.

"Then let's go."

Ty already had the van's back door open. Inside, the cop was still unconscious, lying unmoving in the shallow swamp of blood and dirt that covered the floor.

He didn't stir as they dragged him to the edge of the ravine. He didn't make a sound as they rolled him down the embankment or flinch when he struck the bottom.

For a few tense moments, Ty and Jesse watched him, lying on his back and sinking slowly down into the inch or so of mud…but he remained completely still, oblivious to his own fate.

Finally, Ty walked back to the van, closing the back door and getting back into the driver's seat.

"Come on." He said impatiently. "We have to beat it."

"Yeah…" Jesse agreed with one last pensive look at the cop's body. He could still see his chest slowly, almost hesitantly, rising and falling, but all the blood had drained from his face and his eyes remained closed.

It wouldn't be long now…

"At least they won't find him…" Jesse murmured, almost as if trying to convince himself of something.

The ground under Shawn's feet was shifting.

He could feel it, moving… rocking…almost like his own private earthquake.

He closed his eyes, fighting to remain conscious.

"Two drunk and disorderlies?" He said to himself, his brain pounding with the effort of thinking.

"But what does it mean?" Juliet asked.

"A bank gets robbed…what are the police going to do first? Look at everyone who works there…of course, if you have an alibi…like being in jail for the night on a drunk and disorderly…they won't look twice at you, especially if you've been picked up more than once on it."

"But they were in jail." Juliet pointed out. "How could they be involved?"

Shawn slowly opened his eyes again.

"They were working together, Jules. At least three of them. Three banks were robbed so far, right? And two of those banks just had employees show up murdered in the same warehouse…employees who had the exact same alibi for the nights their banks were robbed. That's too big a coincidence. They had to be working together."

"But how?"

Juliet's voice suddenly sounded far away.

The colorful dots dancing in front of Shawn's eyes began to grow larger, more intense…

"I don't know…" He pressed on, the pieces finally starting to form a picture in his mind. But it was still fuzzy around the edges…and only growing fuzzier by the moment.

"They must have taken turns. They picked one of their banks, and the one who worked there gave the others everything they needed to break in…security codes, layouts…whatever they needed…and then made sure that they were in jail while others robbed it so they'd be crossed off the suspect list. They must've used the tunnel and the warehouse as a meeting place. There was some kind of disagreement two days ago…probably about money…maybe they were stashing the money in the tunnel…but two of them ended up dead over it."

Juliet was saying something else now, but Shawn couldn't hear what it was over the loud buzzing his ears.

The private earthquake shifted again, and Shawn felt himself stumble…pitch forward…he tried to get his balance back, but it was too late.

The ground suddenly rushed up at his face.