I actually got this chapter finished at a decent hour, which doesn't happen very often. Oh and just to let you know the name Lucia is used in this chapter in honor of one of Diane Farr's twin daughters, whom she just welcomed into the world yesterday. Welcome Sawyer Lucia and Coco Trinity! Congratulations to Diane, Seung, and Beckett. And babies make five! :) Yeah!

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Megan and David walked up to the house. "Tell me again how you narrowed down the suspect list so quickly." In stride they walked down the pathway filled with flowers.

"I talked to one of Charlee's teachers on the phone and she knew exactly who I was talking about. Nice little boy. Mother is single now, takes care of her son...takes him to school during the day and works part time to support themselves."

He looked at her in disbelief, half teasing. "And you're sure you want to give this up." She exchanged a look as he rang the doorbell.

Looking around she noted the small house. Much smaller than what Andrea and Charlee had been living in the past few months. "Still would like to know how Andrea Lucas got all the money for another house and was able to pay out the school year." David nodded as they heard quick footsteps towards the door.

"Hi." A young boy with sandy hair spoke through the screen door after he had opened the other door.

Then a heavier set of footsteps followed as she reprimanded her son. "Seth, how many times do I have to tell you not to answer the door without me here?" Please go finish cleaning up your toys downstairs." The woman with blond hair looked up at them for the first time as her son scurried back downstairs. "Can I help you?"

"FBI." They both held up their badges. "We have a few questions about Antonio Harrison that we think that you may be able to answer." Megan introduced the subject, grimly.

"What has that man done now?" The woman offered, opening the screen door for them to enter. "Come in."

They both stepped in, looked around. "We think he murdered his wife and attempted to take his daughter. How much did Andrea tell you when you two met?"

"His wife? She was happy, although I think she was a bit discouraged that he would find somebody else so quickly. She called the house and I answered which was kind of a bold move if you're asking me. She told me she was hiding from her husband and she thought I was in danger. I didn't know this until we met at her insistence that I found out that my son became friends with her daughter Charlee while they had been attending kindergarten at school."

"So you weren't aware then that Anthony was at that time using you and your son to get to Andrea and Charlee." Inquiring, David looked around. There was a big difference between Andrea and Lacey's homes.

"No, but it all makes sense now. I started working another job and Anthony started offering to take Seth to school so that I could rest. Never did he mention while we were in the relationship that he had a wife or a child. So much that I thought when Andrea called that it was some phone prank."

"What made you believe her?"

"She asked me where I was in the house...and when I told her I was on the phone in the kitchen she told me to look in the drawer where I would find two pieces of paper and her wedding ring."

"Was there anything written on those two pieces of paper that you found?"

"Yeah. One was a restraining order, the other was a letter from Andrea stating that she was taking Charlee with her to a place that he would never find them. I left the papers in the drawer at his house, but brought back the ring to Andrea. Not soon after had I found those papers had Anthony and I broken up our relationship. He was going on all these odds and end trips back and forth to different places but he would never tell me what they were so I told him that whatever he was doing that I didn't want to be a part of it.

"Did Andrea tell you what the significance of the ring was that she wanted it back?"

"She told me that she had placed it there because she wanted their marriage to be over. I think she said that it belonged to her grandmother and that she only used it as her wedding ring because at that time Anthony and her couldn't afford another one."

Both David and Megan exchanged a glance. "But it doesn't look either one of them had issues with money from what I hear since they got married three years ago."

"It's enough to make me sick to know that he had been still been married when we were in a relationship together. It was a big blow for Seth. He took it hard when his own father left out of the blue when he was three and a half. He got pretty attached to Anthony the past few months and then we moved here closer to my new job, hoping we could start new and that's Seth met Charlee. He keeps asking me when he can see her again. How is she?"

"For as much as she's been through, she's doing remarkably well." David answered her question, writing more information on his notepad and clicking the pen off.

Dana nodded. "Good. That's good to hear."

A short pause and Megan asked the next question. The one that would need to be answered. "Ah Dana, while you were dating Anthony did he mention that he had any family, perhaps a mother or a sister?"

"No." She shook her head. " I mean he doesn't. He said his parents died in a car accident. He also mentioned a sister but he never spoke her name."

"Alright. All of that is very helpful. But I have to ask...Do you know if anybody would want Anthony dead perhaps anyone that you saw that might have had a grudge with him--possibly during the time you and your son was living with him?"

An apparent shudder rolled through her, her eyes narrowed in thought. "I don't see how this relates to the case, unless..." Her mouth slacked somewhat as she gazed up at them, her blue eyes wide. "You..you're telling me that he not only killed his wife but now he's dead too?"

"That's correct. So I ask you once again, do you know anybody that would want to kill Anthony Harrison?"

She looked like she was still processing it all as she forced herself to answer the question. "Why are you telling me this? No, I don't know anybody that would want to kill him. Anthony had his own computer business, worked late nights at the office..."

"Where is this office?"

"He worked mostly from home. He never told me straight but it bothered him that nobody wanted to hire him, so he took over a business that he and a friend use to own."

"And do you know the name of this friend?"

"Danny Carlos."

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"That's the second time this week that we've heard the last name Carlos."

Megan rounded her way to the passenger door quickly, "What do you want to bet they're related?"

David offered a chuckle in her direction at the way she had just delivered the line. In fact it was more like the Megan he knew. "Well there's only one way to find out." The both of them entered the car and they headed over to the house of Joe and Suisan Carlos.

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"Special delivery." Colby offered as he waved the manila folder in his hand and set it down on his desk grimly. "There were only one set of prints on this piece of mail that we found in Anthony's home, which probably belonged to the post man who delivered his mail. However the content inside tells a different story." He explained as Don opened the folder dumping out the opened piece of mail, edging him to reach forward and read it.

"Anthony. You know the deal is now off. We had an agreement that Charlee was to remain with both you and Andrea and we agreed to give you the money and for you to keep Charlee as long as you were together. You already had one chance before and now that chance is over." Don set the letter down on the desk. "Joe Carlos"

"Looks like we know how Anthony was getting the money."

"And Charlee was just a dirty deal to be thrown into the mix." Don took out his phone and pushed the speed dial as he placed the receiver to his ear. "Not to mention we have enough for a warrant to search his house which could clear up a few other things as well..." Listening to the ringing, he waited for somebody on the other line to pick up.

A few seconds later someone did. "Reeves." She gave her informal greeting.

"Hey Megan, we got the prints back on the piece of mail we found at Anthony's house and there was only one set of prints that we think belonged to the mail carrier. However we found what looks like a letter stating a money deal between Joe Carlos and Anthony. Why don't you see if you can pick him up on your way over there."

"We're on it." And with that she closed her phone, settling back in her seat. "Looks like we're no longer just going to talk to Joe Carlos. Our mysterious piece of mail seemed to hold value of sorts. Charlee was the money deal, now we just need to figure out why."David nodded in understanding, putting his foot on the gas.

"It's shaping up to look like Charlee possibly has family after all."

Megan brushed away a stray piece of her hair from her face as she pinched the bridge of her noise and replaced her sunglasses back over her eyes. "She was probably too young to realize that she had been taken in the first place." Undoing her seat belt, they came to a stop in front of the house, her eyes scanned the premises. Nothing...nothing...open door. Her hand went to her gun as she opened her door.

David drew out his own gun before spotting the open door, following quickly behind her. They both silently stood on on the sides of the door frame. Curtains were already drawn-unmoving-so there was most likely no element of surprise on their part. They both split up, clearing all the rooms until David's voice echoed in the silence. "Hey Megan, I've got something." She let out a breath of air and followed his voice to a small sized bedroom where she grimly stepped in and quickly replaced her gun in it's holster on her side. "Still have a faint pulse. Looks like she was shot in the chest--she could have a collapsed lung."

At that time the woman's eyes flickered as she stirred with a low moan. Her lips pursed, "My husband..." She choked out as she laid there.

"Shh...we're going to do everything that we can to help you." David spoke softly, turning to Megan who was already on the phone with getting an ambulance. "We're going to need something to hold off the bleeding."

Megan looked around the room. It was pretty much spotless. The bed was made... no shirts, jeans, any kind of clothing lying around. But possibly a pillow case would work. Already on her knees she stood up abruptly, the phone in between her shoulder and ear as she ripped off the white pillow case, she knelt back down and covered her hands over the wound, applying pressure just as a creak from the wood in the kitchen alerted them that they were no longer the only ones in the house. David nodded his head out in the direction of the kitchen, gun already drawn.

Stealthily he entered the hall back towards the kitchen. "Mom?" A voice inquired as she heard the soft footsteps. "Is that you? I brought you and dad some groceries."

David lowered his gun, still cautiously rounding the corner. The woman stepped back, slightly startled as she caught sight of him. "Who are you? Where are my parents?" David put his hands on his lips, reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge.

"FBI." He took a step forward. "You must be their daughter, I'm Agent Sinclair. Do you know where we can find your father?"

"My father?" The woman still sounded a bit strained, her voice growing higher with anticipation. "Why would I even know where he is? I live about an hour away from here, and besides my father and I haven't really established communication for the past three years."

David stepped back to the hall was in view, realizing that he shouldn't leave Megan there too long even though he knew that an ambulance was on the way. "If I may ask why three years?" This was the first time that he noticed her expanding belly. It was just a guess but she looked like he was about to pop.

"I still haven't forgiven him for losing my daughter. She went missing when she was two years old. He was suppose to have been watching her but he decided to take her to a park instead and came back to tell me that Charlee had some how walked off and went missing." Her fingers played with her wedding ring on her left hand as she teared up, looking at him abruptly. "The thing is I have a strong feeling she is still alive, but why am I telling you this? You couldn't possible help me."

To her surprise he added, "Or maybe I can." The sound of sirens got closer. "But first I need you to help me out with something."

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"How long are you planning to keep me here agent?"

Don lowered his voice, almost in warning as he sat down the seat across from his. "As long as it takes to get what we want. You see you've just added murder to your list of troubles." The man opened his mouth to protest, but Don silenced him. "You'll be happy to know we also found these in the glove compartment, Rex." Tossing the wallet it spun landing in front of the man and Don leaned forward. "Nice name by the way." He mocked in a way. "I'm sure all the prisoners will love being companions with Rex and Talbert Hughes."

"If you're wondering if we were going to beat up by our names, nice try. Besides whatever you found you'll be happy to know the van doesn't belong to either one of us. Look it up if you don't believe me. We just borrowed it from a friend."

"To do what? Oh you mean to kidnap the little girl." Don recollected, with a hard edge. "That why you brought guns, Rex? Because here we believe evidence doesn't lie."

"Whatever. You can't prove my involvement with anything that you found in that van."

Don raised his eyebrow. "Who told you we found anything?" Rex stayed silent, his body rigid. "I'll let you tell me about the details when I get back because I'm pretty sure by then whether or not you have an answer, we can fill in the blanks with, or without you."

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"Please, can I talk to my daughter. Can I see her?"

Megan sat across from her in the table in interrogation. "I'm afraid we can't just yet as we still have several questions that need to be answered before we can even help you find your daughter. Which means that I have to ask, Lucia what happened the day you found out that your two year old daughter had just walked away from the park while in the care of your father?"

"I was sick to my stomach that's what I was. She was only two years old, and my father couldn't even keep an eye on her." She burst out in anger, close to tears. "I remember him telling me over the phone that he had looked away from one minute and then she was gone" Fingers shaking she held her thumb and second finger slightly apart from each other in measurement, before putting her hands back into her lap. "This has to be her. I just know it. But how?"

"You see that's what we're trying to figure out." Megan pulled out the letter between her father and Anthony Harrison and handed it to her. "We found this letter stating from your father to Anthony which indicated that he was offering Anthony and mostly likely his wife Andrea a money deal that they had probably agreed to when they took Charlee. However the money deal had been broken which led to not just one but two murders."

"I don't believe it. From what I heard Anthony was not just a good business partner with my brother Danny, but he was also a good friend. Anthony moved away after about a year and could no longer do business with Danny. From what I heard, Anthony's wife was having some health problems so they were away a lot."

"You mean Andrea. Do you remember what she had?"

"Yeah, she had some kind of cancer..." She trailed off, a thought hitting her. "That prevented her from having children. Is that why you think that she took Nadia..."

Megan blinked at the thought of calling Charlee, Nadia. "It could have very well been part of it, or it could have been for the money to support something more."

"Like what?"

"Frankly we don't know. That's what we were hoping to ask your father. I know you haven't spoken to your father in about three years but do you know of any place that he could be? Anywhere you can think of that you might think that he might be?"

Lucia shook her head in confusion, then stopped. "I still can't believe that he might have done something like shooting my mother or selling my daughter just so he can get his daily fix of whatever it is that he's getting." She paused, sighing. "I don't know if this will help but he likes to buy old antique art books. From what I remember as a child he always use to go to two different antique shops to buy his books. Whenever he wanted to escape or to teach me or Danny something he would take us to one of them."

Megan sat up in her chair. "Do you remember what either one are called?"

Shaking her head, she pulled her cellphone out of her purse. "No, but I know that Danny does. He took up the same hobby as our father."