While Martin and Danny were at Rikers, Sam and Viv were visiting Mikey's former foster and group homes and getting more and more depressed by the minute. "Let's head for St. Cecelia's" Viv suggested as they got into the car "we can pray for inspiration if nothing else when we get there" she said wryly.

The doors to the church were open as they walked up the stone steps. It was cool inside and illuminated only by the sun shining through the large stained glass windows they stopped and gave their eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light. "There he is" Vivian pointed towards the alter where Father Orlando was putting up fresh candles. He turned as they walked down the central aisle.

"Hello, and what can I do for you ladies today" he smiled.

"Hello Father, I'm Special Agent Vivian Johnson and this is Special Agent Samantha Spade we're with the FBI." Viv said as they held up their ID.

"Have you found Danny?" Father Orlando asked them quietly.

"Danny's fine" Viv assured him

"Good… good" Father Orlando sighed with relief "…and what about Steve and Mikey?"

"They are still missing… that's why we're here we need to talk to you" Viv said calmly.

"Yes of course…" he looked up as a cleaning woman came in to the church and began her work "Shall we go to the rectory?"

Father Orlando lead them out a side door and to the Rectory next door. They entered through the kitchen, seated around the table he poured them coffee, "Now how can I help you?" Father Orlando asked again.

"We've been looking into Mikey's background, places he'd been people he knew… Miss Parker said he used to come here to hide when things got bad at his foster homes."

"Oh yes, I'd find him in the tool shed out back at least once a week" Father Orlando nodded. "unitl he moved in with Steve that is… I've never seen him happier…"

"Have you checked the tool shed recently?" Viv asked.

"A few days ago, nothing seemed out of the ordinary" Father Orlando shook his head.

"Would you mind if I took a look?" Sam asked.

"No of course not…" he gestured towards the door "it's not locked" Sam nodded and went out to the shed.

"Is there anyone else you can think of that he may trust enough to go to if he were hurt?" Viv asked "Someplace else he may hide?"

"Do you think he's hurt?" Father Orlando was concerned.

"I'm afraid so Father" Viv said gently "We know he cut his head in the accident, we also found a bloody shirt of his…" she watched his reactions to her words carefully "He hasn't turned up in any of the hospitals… or morgues" Father Orlando looked into her eyes as she spoke "Where would a scared, bleeding, teenaged boy with no family go?"

"Quintanilla…" he said quietly.

"Who or what is that?" Viv asked as a disappointed Sam returned from the backyard.

"She is an old woman… she takes in "strays" for lack of a better term, she helps the sick, the homeless, the forgotten…" Father Orlando said. "He may have gone to her… she lived near one of his group homes… she used to feed him when the older kids chased him away…"

"How do we find this Quintanilla?" Viv asked

"I'll take you… she may not speak to you if you go alone." Father Orlando said quietly. Viv nodded and they left the rectory, Father Orlando directing them from the backseat of the car to a grubby tenement block on a tiny back street.

"Is it just me or are we being watched from all sides" Sam asked as they approached the old flagstone steps. The stone was old and worn but scrubbed clean. Viv stopped to look the other buildings were covered with graffiti and strewn with refuse, not this one. The windows were old but intact and spotless, a wreath of dried flowers hung on the door. It opened before Father Orlando could touch the buzzer.

"Hello Padre" a young Latino woman greeted him. "Quintanilla will see you and your friends, please come in." She opened the door wide enough for them to enter.

"Thank you Maria" Father Orlando smiled "Ladies after you" he let Sam and Viv enter first. "The first apartment on the right" Father Orlando said. Sam and Viv entered the dim entry hall, it too was swept clean and the floors scrubbed. The walls looked as if they had been recently painted. They noticed several people looking down over the stairway railings from the upper floors before moving cautiously in the direction Father Orlando pointed.

Again the door opened before they could knock. An old woman stood in the doorway, her silver hair twisted into an elaborate bun on the back of her head "I've been expecting you Padre" she smiled at him "come in…" she turned to walk back into the neat apartment. They could hear soft music from somewhere down the hall and the scent of food cooking drifted in from the kitchen. Maria closed the door behind them. She disappeared down the hall to the sound of a baby crying. "You bring strangers padre… you know I don't like strangers." she sat down on a large wing chair and made a languid gesture towards a settee. "Won't you please sit down?"

"Thank you" Vivian said "We are with the FBI" she and Sam held up their Ids "We are looking for Michael Cortez and Stephen Parker"

"I know" Quintanilla nodded "There are bad people looking for them both too… and the young woman" she said.

"How do you know?" Sam asked

"It is easy to learn things if one knows how to listen" Quintanilla smiled.

"Do you know who is looking for them?" Vivian asked.

Quintanilla's face darkened for a moment before she answered "Alvaro my son."

"Alvaro Montoya is your son?" Viv asked sharply her trade mark composure cracked slightly.

"Yes… but that is not important… what is important is that they are all in very grave danger… as is one of your own…" she looked at Vivian. "You see him as a son… do you not… Your Agent Danny Taylor… but he was Danny Alvarez first wasn't he?"

"What do you mean Danny is in danger?" Viv demanded.

"He is coming between Alvaro and something he desires… the woman…" Quintanilla said "His whole life he was a selfish boy. When he saw something he wanted he would take it. He saw the woman, the daughter of this Stephen Parker who has caused him so much trouble… he wants her for… compensation." she shrugged.

"What's he going to do to Danny?" Vivian pressed.

"What he does to anything that gets in his way… he will remove the obstacle." Quintanilla brushed her hand across her as if she were dusting crumbs from the table.

"You better call Jack and get a hold of Danny" she said to Sam. Sam nodded and excused herself stepping away to make the call. "Now where is Parker and Mikey?" Viv asked Quintanilla her patience was starting to run out.

"Closer than you think" She smiled and nodded towards the hallway where Maria stood with a very scared Mikey.