Jack and Sam pull up outside a run down red-bricked building. It's getting dark and the street lights have begun to light up. They climb the half dozen or so steps up to the main entrance. There are a number of doorbells outside the door. Looking down the list of names they find Chris Dillon, living in No.7. They ring a neighbour's bell to gain entry without spooking Mr. Dillon. They enter the building and find No. 7 on the first floor. The inside of the building is just as unkempt as the outside. They knock on the door of Dillon's apartment.
"Who is it?" the occupant asks.
"F.B.I. Open up, we'd like to talk to you for a moment," Jack calls through the closed door.
The door opens a crack and Jack shows his I.D. badge through the opening. They young male occupant takes the chain off the door and stands back and lets the agents in. Jack is surprised to see that the place is pretty well kept, not at all what he had expected.
"So, what can I do for you guys?" the young man asks.
"Are you Chris Dillon?" Samantha enquires.
"Yes, why?" he answers.
"Your brother is missing. Has he been in contact with you in the last few days?" she asks.
"I got a call from him about a week ago. He said he was thinking of coming to New York. He'd quit school and was going to look for a job," Dillon tells her.
"Did he say what kind of job?" Jack asks.
"No, nothing specific. He did say that he might have something in the pipeline though," Dillon tells him.
"We believe he got here last night. He hasn't tried to contact you?" Jack asks, looking around the room, hoping to find something.
"No, not yet. Is Kev in some kind of trouble?" Dillon asks the two agents.
"We hope not. There are just a few people worried about him. If he does make contact, can you give me a call?" Jack says, handing him his business card.
"Sure," Chris replies, accepting the card.
Jack and Sam thank him and leave the apartment.
"So, what do you think?" Sam asks Jack.
"I believe him. Doesn't help us much though. If they're not hooking up with the brother, then where are they going?" Jack asks, as he sits into their car and starts the engine.
On the way back to the office, there was little conversation in the car. Jack drove, hardly saying a word the whole journey. Sam was feeling uncomfortable with the silence, but she knew how worried Jack was. She could see it was eating him up inside. She finally conjured up the courage to ask,
"Are you OK, Jack?"
"Sorry? What did you say?" Jack asks, as the sound of Sam's voice snaps him out of his own little world.
"I just asked if you were alright," Sam tells him.
"Honestly? Not really," he admits. "I've never been so scared in my life."
"She'll be fine, Jack," Sam says, trying to reassure him.
"Will she? What if she's not? What if we don't find her? Am I going to spend the rest of my life looking into stranger's eyes and wondering if that's her?" Jack ponders out loud, his emotions coming to the fore.
Sam puts her hand on his, a gesture to remind him that he's not alone. He just glances at her and continues to drive.
Just then, Sam's cell phone rings.
"Sam? We've just had a hit on Kevin's ATM card. It was used at an ATM in The Bronx. I'll send you the location," Danny informs her.
"Thanks, Danny," Sam replies before hanging up.
Sam tells Jack and they change direction and head for The Bronx. They quickly find the ATM and check it out. There was nothing of note to be found so Jack then decides to canvas some of the shops in the area, to see if any of them recognised the photo of either Kevin or Hanna.
After about an hour of doing this, they enter a deli, about 3 blocks south of the ATM. Once again they show the proprietor the pictures of the two teens. Expecting to hear the same negative answer they'd been hearing for the last hour, they are surprised when he the gentleman behind the counter recognises Hanna.
"Yeah, she was in this morning. Nice kid. Bought a couple of sandwiches and cokes, if I'm not mistaken," he tells the agents.
"Was she with anyone?" Jack asks.
"There were two guys waiting for her outside at the window there," he says, pointing to the large window looking out on to the street. "That could be one of them," he says as points to Kevin's photo," though I didn't get a good look. He had a hood up. Seemed like he and the other guy were arguing while she was in here and they stopped immediately when she went out."
"The other guy, can you describe him?" Jack asks.
"Hispanic, I think, mid-twenties, about the same height as this kid," he says, meaning Kevin. "They waited outside so I didn't really pass much heed."
"That's OK. You've been very helpful. You didn't happen to see in which direction they went?" Sam asks.
"Turned right, from what I remember," the shopkeeper says.
"Thats great. Thanks," Sam tells him, putting away her notebook.
Sam and Jack discuss what they've found out on the way back to the office. They phone the office from the car. Martin tells them that they had been sent the footage from the security camera at the ATM. Jack informs him that they are on their way back and that they'd be there soon.
When they arrive back, Jack heads straight to the tech room. Sam goes out to her desk. Viv is at her own desk, doing a background check on Chris Dillon. She turns to Sam and enquires,
"How's Jack holding up?"
"Worried sick. He's trying to be professional and keep his emotions out of it, but you can see it's tearing him apart," Sam tells her.
"I can only imagine. If it was Reggie, I don't know how I'd cope," Viv responds.
"Is there anything new?" Sam asks.
"Just the CCTV. Let's hope they get something from it," Viv says. They make their way to the tech room. Jack is already leaning over the shoulder of the technician.
"There. That's him! That's Dillon. And that looks like Hanna, with her back to the camera. Who's she talking to? Can we get a clearer picture of that guy?" Jack asks, pointing to the guy on the screen.
With a few clicks of the mouse, the picture is zoomed in. A better but somewhat more grainy picture of the third person appears on screen.
"Can you print that off for me please and get me copies?" he asks the tech.
"No problem," he replies.
Armed with the photo, Jack returns to the office where Martin, Danny and Elena have been busy making calls and checking out Kevin's contacts in New York. He passes the photo around each of them.
"I need to find out who this guy is?" Jack tells them.
Elena studies the photo.
"Hold on a minute," she says standing up and walking back to her desk. She enters some information on her PC and brings up a file with a photo attached.
"Could this be him?" she calls over to Jack. Jack follows her over and looks at the picture.
"Could be. Who is this guy?" Jack asks.
"His name is Javier Gonzalez, known associate of Chris Dillon. He's done time for possession, possession with intent, GBH, armed robbery, the list goes on," she tells him.
"What the hell has he got her involved in?" Jack snaps, banging his fist on the desk. "Sorry," he apologises, when he notices Elena jump. "Em, do we have a current address?"
"According to his driver's licence it's Apartment F, 197 Brook Street," she tells him.
"Good work. Danny, you're with me," he shouts, as he makes is way urgently to the elevator. Danny grabs his coat and runs to catch up.