"I heard Donald was over." It sounded more of a question to Lizzie than a statement. She was relieved he was looking across the table from her as she felt herself going red. Shit, she cursed in her head.

"Dembe had noticed Ressler's car parked outside your room…" he continued.

"… So, what information did you want to give me about a Blacklister?" She interrupted, not wanting to be on the subject any longer, although she suspected he was well aware of the sleepovers she and Ressler were having.

"His name is Edgar Bates©. He runs a crime ring that traffics women and weapons to at least eight different countries." He paused for a minute, taking in Liz's appearance. She was in a deep thought, processing the information he had given her so far, yet he could not overlook the certain glow that radiated from her. She was happy. He found out about her and Ressler when he parked his car outside her hotel to make sure she got in safely when she was finished at the BlackSite. He was very surprised but equally angry and upset when he saw Ressler get out of the driver's side, open the door for Lizzie and proceed to go inside with her, his fingers tracing down her back. A part of Raymond wanted to go there and punch Ressler until he was begging for his life but when he saw how happy he made his Lizzie, he accepted him. His Lizzie. His beautiful, gorgeous, baby girl. Red would never forgive himself for not stopping her from walking down the aisle with Tom. He tried to convince himself that he couldn't have, that it was okay because she found out the truth about him anyway, but he hated himself knowing she would have had a much better life he had stopped her then. But she would never had met Ressler. Yes, part of the reason why Red surrendered was because he wanted to open her eyes about Tom. He could never tell Lizzie the truth about her past, but he wanted to tell Ressler. He had seen the way they looked at each other, and he knew Donald truly loved her, and would protect her from any harm.

"He's going to be attending a fundraising dinner tonight at the Fairmont Hotel. I expect you and Donald to be there -."

"- For what?" She interrupted once again.

"As I was getting there. You and Donald are going to be there to do business with him."

"Why? Can't we just arrest him?" Liz questioned. She suspected Red wanted something from him.

"Edgar Bates is very good at making people who want to disappear, disappear. For a price, of course. He does his job in a very clean way. Doesn't leave a clue behind. But what I do know is that he takes all this clients to a safe house, and there is one permanent client who lives there whom I believe we all are interested in." Lizzie's suspicions were growing even more.

"Who?!" She half-shouted. Elizabeth Scott Keen was not a very patient woman. Especially not with Raymond Reddington.

"Her name is Carla Anders©. She's not on record. To the world she doesn't exist, but she, my dear, is very much real. Carla is the one behind Bate's disappearing business. She creates fake IDs, hacks in social security details, government folders and puts these new identities there like they've been on the system for years. She is the reason why Bate's business is booming. Without her intelligence and IT skills, Bate's would not be such a powerful man. Oh, and I'd like to see you and Ressler at around 10am say?" Liz nodded. With the help of Carla, the FBI could take down many criminals who have faked their own deaths and started a new life. And with that, she got up and left for her office.