Peter sprawled the file out on his dining room table. He just stared at all the paper. How in all of this did he not know who Hayden White or who this busker was. He took a sip of his beer and sighed.

"Everything okay hun?" Elizabeth asked walking up behind him and hugging Peter.

"Just a case" He said putting his hands on Elizabeth's arms "and we know nothing about guy"

"Nothing?" Elizabeth asked

"Just that he is 22. He's not a good guy El" Peter said

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't just do white collar crimes" Peter said picking up the picture "He gets young teens to do his work. He apparently has an apartment with a lot of kids from the streets"

"Say no more. I know what you're going to say and I don't want to know" El shook her head "And this is?" Elizabeth said picking up the photo of 'Freya'

"We don't know but we think they are working together. There's been a spike in pickpocketing at herbuskings" Peter said "We don't want her. We want him but we can't get him without proof. If this girl would talk to us we could maybe put him away"

So how much did we make?" Freya asked walking back to the group "Where are the others?" The group of younger kids had gone down in size from 10 to 4.

"They've been taken back to their homes" Jack, a 15-year-old boy said

"You made $43.70" Brad said

"That less then normal" Hayden huffed

"It's okay we've made up for it" Jack said "From wallets and pockets we've got around $70"

"Seriously? 70? That's way more then normal" Freya said

"Plus we have a couple of watches we can pawn off in a couple of weeks" Brad said

"Nicely done" Hayden nodded "But we've got a problem. Everyone get in here!" another 8 teens ages 15 - 18 came and sat in the room. At this point in time there was 14 people living in the apartment.

"Alright listen up! NYPD and FBI are catching on to what we're doing here" Hayden said "We can't have them finding this place if they do they'll shut it done, taking everyone underage and putting them in group homes and foster homes. So new rules. If you leave the apartment you double and triple check that no one is following you. And if someone is, don't come back. Everyone needs aliases. No more real names, If I hear anyone's real name you're out. We say as little to the police as we can, we're a family don't rat anyone out. Also, no more bringing in strays unless you run it by me. Got it?" Hayden yelled. A round of murmurs in agreement was heard before everyone headed back to what they were doing.

"Is that all necessary?" Freya asked

"Yes Freya" Hayden said "Unless you don't want to be here anymore?"

"Of course I do"

"Then shut up and do as I say" he hissed

"I've seen him before" Mozzie said pouring a glass of wine for himself and Neal

"Really?"

"Yeah. He hangs around Central Park with a girl all the time, good singer she is" Mozzie said swirling his wine around

"This girl?" Neal said shoving the picture in his face

"Yeah that's her" Mozzie nodded

"I knew it" Neal exclaimed grabbing his phone out and dialling Peter's number

"What Neal?" Peter sighed

"Nice to talk to you too" Neal said making Peter roll his eyes "She knows him"

"What?"

"The busker from the Park, she knows White" Neal said "Mozzie has seen them together multiple times"

"Alright tomorrow we head back to Central and we bring her in again" Peter said

"Have we figured out who she is yet?" Neal asked

"No Jones and Diana still have no idea" Peter said "What teenager has no social media? I've never met a teenager not on the internet, even ones from the streets"

"She has to be somewhere" Neal said

"So far, there's nothing" Peter sighed