Mendoza relayed the information she learned to Captain Raydor.
"So Richards was poisoned before he was shot using a rare poison that is only found at university hospitals who use it for research."
"Exactly."
"Not the kind of thing a certain Lieutenant would have access too."
"Especially not before he allegedly learned the man's address."
"Very interesting."
Captain Raydor decided to make an appointment with Quinn Jacobs. There seemed to be something odd about this whole investigation and she was going to figure out what it is.
Morgan woke up and realized she was trapped in a bag. "LET ME OUT!"
"I wouldn't shake around. I'm going 80 right now and you'll likely break your bones or die if you hit the pavement."
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"Who I am doesn't matter and I want justice. Your days are over Ghostface!"
Morgan frowned inside the bag. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the woman who couldn't forget the sight of seeing the man you killed bleed out in the streets of Paris."
Morgan didn't even remember running into Brenda that day. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"That Swiss Guard you stabbed to death in the alley, I heard his last words. I never forgot his face, and you'll never forget mine."
Brenda hit the gas even harder, weaving in and out of traffic. She was terrible with cars, but motorcycles were perfect for her. She could sneak through gaps as she raced against the clock.
She pulled into the back of LAX. A Swiss diplomatic plane was waiting for her.
"I believe you are missing this," she said to the agents in French as she handed over Morgan Winters. The woman was eager to get out of the bag, only to see that she was surrounded by Swiss Guards
They had a bounty on her since the killing 13 years before. The agents handed Brenda two suitcases, 1 million Swiss Francs in total.
Morgan turned around to see the woman who had captured her.
"Remember me now?"
Morgan squinted in the darkness. "Not from that day, but Will has a picture of you on his desk still. I wonder what he'll do when he finds out about this."
"Trust me, he won't ever hear from you again."
All of the FBI agents were being grilled. How could they miss someone carrying out Morgan Winters in a bag?
"Was it even a trash bag?"
"It was dark. I thought it was a trash bag."
It didn't take Fritz long enough to figure out that someone had to have skipped his post, leaving an exit opportunity for their kidnapper.
The sorry agent confessed. "I just needed a cigarette. I have been trying to quit for years."
"I suggest we send Buzz all the footage from red light cameras nearby and any surveillance from stores we can get to. See if we can narrow down a grid to begin searching."
Will waited anxiously by the phone for a ransom call that never came.