Bobby and Myles immediately left the hospital to meet Mark, Steve, Jack, and Dimitrius at the police station. They set up a response team with a search and arrest warrant for Howard Lance, which was immediately cleared for them to use. Tara communicated with them from her seat in the doctor's lounge, currently being used as a command center. She'd found Howard Lance's address on her computer and was watching it with a radar.

"Tara, how are we looking?" Bobby asked when they arrived at the said house, getting ready to go in.

"So far, so good." Tara responded. "All the lights in the house are off. SOG says Lance hasn't arrived or left his home from the time we called and they arrived."

"All right." Steve said into his mic. "On my count, one...two...THREE!" He, Cheryl, Corporal Jeffers, four other officers, Jack, Bobby, Dimitrius, and Myles all dashed straight to the small home structure. Mark stayed behind in Steve's car with Levi. Jack and Steve each stood at the front door posts. Jeffers led the police around the back and Dimitrius covered the side. "Lance?!" Steve bellowed. "Police! Open up! We have a warrant for your arrest!" No answer, not lights turned on, and no one came to answer the door.

"Okay," Jack whispered, holding up his fingers. Three...two...one!" Steve nodded, backed up, and kicked the door open then barged in, aiming his gun with Jack, Bobby, and Myles in tow. "FBI! WARRANT!" Jack yelled as they searched the house with the flashlights on their helmets.

"POLICE! WARRANT!" Steve hollered.

"Side door clear!" Dimitrius reported.

"Kitchen clear!" Jeffers called out.

"Living room clear!" Steve answered back.

"Sam33, bedroom clear!" Myles shouted.

"This is Sam36!" Jack spoke up. "Sam31 (Bobby), Lt. Sloan, come to the basement!" Steve and Bobby clambered down the stairs into the basement.

"Dr. Sloan responding to Sam36." Mark said into his earpiece while he sat in the car with Levi. "Jack, are you all right?"

"Sam36, clear." Jack answered.

Mark sighed in relief. "It's okay, Levi." He said reassuringly, patting the dog on the head. "They're all right."


"Jack?" Steve inquired as he stepped into the room Jack was standing in.

"What have you got, mate?" Bobby asked as he came in beside Steve.

"Take a look." Jack said. Bobby flipped on the light switch. The room was full of boxes. They were addressed from a pharmaceutical company in Milwaukee. Steve approached one and pulled out his pocket knife, slitting it through the top flap. Inside were slot cubicles and lots of bubble wrap, which Steve removed. Reaching into his pocket and putting on a pair of white surgical gloves, reached inside the box and slowly pulled out a small bottle. He held it up to the light.

"Steve?" Mark asked, worried. "What's going on? Is everything okay? Did you find Lance? Steve?"

"Looks like we just found our serial killer's murder weapon." Jack said softly.

"Bly me." Bobby stated. The bottle Steve was holding was chloroform!


"Whew." Bobby whistled as they searched the house for further evidence. "Apparently, our Mr. Lance either thinks of his credit card as a license to nonobligatory free spending, or..."

"Or, he has someone much bigger and smarter to pay his bills for him." Myles finished for him. "Looks like Lance is making the IRS's top black list of the month: five maxed out credit cards, the current one being his sixth, which is very rapidly running out of gas."

"Steve?" Cheryl showed him a stack of papers. "Take a look." Jack, Myles, and Bobby looked over his shoulder to read what they said.

"Order receipts from the Wellington Pharmaceutical Co. in Milwaukee. My guess is that's where he's been gathering the poison to supply for White." Steve said.

"Tara? See what you can find on the Wellington Pharmaceutical Co. in Milwaukee." Dimitrius said. "Find out if their business is legit, and also if they've ever done business with Lance, or White's alias Ronny Nelson."

"On it." Tara replied.


"We went over everything in Lance's house." Steve told Mark, Captain Newman, and Chief Masters as he was debriefed. "We found order receipts from the company he was getting the poison from."

"As far as Tara could find out, their company's legit." Dimitrius added. "And they do remember Howard Lance. He's consistently ordered two cases of chloroform every month for the passed two years."

"And every four orders were sent to a different location each time." Jack said. "Tara did some backtracking into the murder case files."

"And it turns out that each new location that Lance ordered from, was close to the vicinity where more of White's murder victims were found." Mark explained.

"So, there is no doubt that Howard Lance was the one supplying the chloroform to White?" Chief Masters asked.

"No doubt." Steve answered.

"Lt.? Did you people find any possible way to track down White or Lance to where they may be holding Agent Thomas and Miss Dotson?" Captain Newman asked.

"No, sir." Steve shook his head. "Unfortunately, no."

"And nothing to indicate that Lance has a cell phone either." Myles said glumly. Captain Newman sagged back in his desk chair and pursed his lips.

"All the evidence you found and still no way to find these women?" He groaned.

"It sure looks that way." Mark sighed.

"We'll find them!" Jack exclaimed. He would not give up. There was no way he was going to quit on Sue, or Lucy.

"Agent Hudson? How often do those killings occur after the victim's been abducted?" Chief Masters asked with arms crossed. Jack sighed heavily. That was the one issue he'd been trying to put out of his mind but had been nagging him all night.

"The victims are usually missing for three to five days, then turn up dead." He said dismally. "Which means that...that..."

"Which means that Lucy may be found as a corpse tomorrow!" Steve finished angrily.

"That's not gonna happen!" D spoke up.

"Captain, have your officers beef up those APB's. So, the Hurst is expected to be returned tomorrow?" Masters continued.

"That's what the manager said," Mark said doubtfully.

"But I wouldn't hold my breath, considering how much we shot it up." Steve muttered.

"Setup a stakeout to pick up Lance and or White at the studio tomorrow should they prove us wrong." Newman said.

"Already being processed, sir." Steve said.

"You see them, you take them both down!" Chief Masters said firmly. "Those naves have caused enough damage already, and it's out job to put a stop to it!"

"My thoughts exactly." Myles agreed.

"We're with you all the way, sir." Jack said.

"And I'm sure our supervisor will say the exact same thing once we tell him." Bobby said.

"Any reports on those red fibers yet?" Steve asked.

"No." Masters shook his head. "You all go now. But keep us informed."

"We will, thank you." Mark said as they all exited out.


"So, now what?" Myles asked dryly. "The captain's right: all this evidence and still no way to trace them!"

"We should probably look back into White's profile again." Mark suggested. "After all, this is his game. And his change in method pattern could be that he's planning something big soon."

"The 28th is the day after tomorrow." Dimitrius pointed out.

"Which means we have to find Sue and Lucy before then!" Bobby growled.

"Well, it's been a long night." Mark said. "Why don't we all retreat back to my place? Maybe we'll all be able to think clearer in a less formal environment."

"Doesn't right now like such a bad idea." Bobby said. "Hey, thanks, doc." Mark just smiled.

"I'll go pick up Tara from the hospital." Steve said.

"That's fine." Dimitrius said.


Jack was very quiet as they all walked outside the station. He was deeply troubled. Sue and Lucy's time was running out...fast! And they still didn't know where to find them! He prayed every minute that they'd be found alive. "We're gonna find them, and we're gonna find them alive!" He told Levi in the car. "I promise!"