Sirens echoed through the silent neighbourhood causing Traci and Chloe to jump. Footsteps on the hardwood floor raced down the steps towards the basement. Steve appeared around the corner brushing his hand through his hair. "That is Dov and Chris followed by McNally and Sam. ETF should be showing up any minute. You guys find anything out?" He looked at both women hopefully.

"Well..." Traci began as she stared at Chloe. "Price came up with an idea that I have ran through my head for the past few minutes, and I think she might have something." Chloe stared at the detective, her eyes wide with shock. Traci stared back at her and motioned. "Well... tell him Chloe."

"Oh..." Chloe said and quickly recovered herself. "Well all I was saying to Traci was that I thought it was pretty strange for the owner to have a panic room in her basement. Most people have them built in their bedrooms, especially since most people's fears are that their houses will be broken into while they are sleeping."

Steve nodded his head and opened his mouth to comment when he heard several footsteps charging down the stairs. "What's going on?" Andy asked as she followed Chris down the steps. "Chris and Dov only told us to get here as soon as possible."

"We have a situation here." Traci replied as she walked over to the group. "Holly and Gail are trapped in what looks to be a panic room. They..."

She was interrupted by the jangling tune of Steve's phone. "One minute guys, I think it is ETF."

Gail sighed as she walked back to the table. She left her flash-light with Holly and the pathologist pointed the light in the direction the officer was walking. "Do you think they are still out there?"

Holly rolled her eyes and turned the flash-light back to the cot in front of her. "Of course they are out there, honey. You know they wouldn't leave us in here." The pathologist placed the light on the floor and reached into her left back pocket. Pulling out a pair of gloves, she put them on and reached for the light again. "I bet they will get us out in the next hour." She lowered herself to the floor and lifted the coverlet on the cot.

"What are you doing?" Gail asked as she saw the silhouette of her girlfriend on the floor.

"I am trying to ascertain the point of origin," Holly replied as she continued digging under the bed.

"The point of origin of what?" Gail asked from her perch on the table. She had started loosening the make-shift bandage Holly had created with her shirt.

"Of the heat." Holly's reply came back slightly muffled as she looked underneath the cot. "There has to be another source," she said, more to herself than to Peck. Returning her focus back on Gail, she continued, "The light bulb was key, yes, but there had to be an alternate source. We weren't in here that long for it to heat up as quickly as it did with just the heat lamp as the only source. Also, stop playing with the bandage. I know it is a bit too much, but at least it is helping to stop the bleeding."

She stood up from and dusted her knees off. "This place is getting weirder by the second." She walked over to Gail and sat down beside her, "Why would a person have a panic room installed with a heat lamp that also triggers another heat source... also, a camera installed into the wall of the room, and an inoperable landline?"

Gail shrugged her shoulders and placed her uninjured hand on Holly's knee. "Maybe it's not a panic room."

"What?!" Nearly everyone said at the same time when Steve ended his phone conversation.

"ETF is not coming..." he said as he placed his phone back in his pocket, "There's a bomb scare downtown and everyone is tied up there. They received the call just after mine. This thing is supposed to be huge, so they can not spare anyone until they get that cleared away."

"So what do we do in the mean time? Just stand around staring at each other until they show up?" Dov asked as he stared at the male detective.

"No... I have a better idea," Steve said as he started to take his jacket off. "Chris I need you to see if you can find any tools in the garage. If we remove this wood panelling from the front of the room's entrance, we may be able to find the keypad for this thing or at least the hinges or something. Dov, see if you can get ahold of Mrs. O'Neal again... if we can find the keypad, I want the passcode to this thing." He turned away from the two guys and focused on Chloe. "I need you to contact Nick. Ask him if he remembers anything that Patricia might have said to him while he drove her to the hotel. Also, ask him to go check on her before reporting back to the scene, okay?"

Steve started to walk towards when he stopped and called back out to Chris. Diaz poked his head out from behind the corner of the wall that hid the stairs. "What's up, Steve?"

The detective placed a hand on his head, "I just remembered... Did you and Epstein find anything out about the vehicles?"

Chris took out his notepad and flipped the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Oh yeah... the SUV belongs to Mrs. Patricia O'Neil and the green car by the garage belongs to a Mrs. Anna Schlenz. Anything else, Steve?"

"No... go and come back with those tools."

"Schlenz... why does that name sound familiar," Chloe muttered to herself as she stared into space. "I got it! The neighbour who called in the 911 was name Gregory Schlenz! Do you think the car could be his wife's?"

"I'm almost ready to believe that the woman we took out earlier was Anna," Traci said with a frown. "Wonder why the husband didn't report her missing? Chloe, why don't you visit Mr. Schlenz again..." Nash shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he had a momentary lapse of judgement when he first spoke with you."

Sam who had been quiet the whole time moved from the wall beside the TV and spoke, "I'll call Nick. I think Traci might be on to something about questioning this neighbour again. What's up, Dov?"

Epstein walked into the room and shook his head. "She's still not answering. Maybe it is a fake number, because I am not getting a voice mail option."

"Never mind that right now," Sam said as he pulled his phone out of its case, "When I call Collins, I will tell him to swing by the hotel he dropped Mrs. O'Neil off at and bring her back here. Maybe then she will be more inclined to answer us."

Steve nodded his head as he listened to his fellow detective. Everything made sense and it would be better than waiting for the woman to answer their calls, Why didn't I think of that before? He thought as looked at the wall in front of him, It's because my sister is stuck behind this wall, in a room that we can't get into and it is messing with my head. He glanced over to Dov who was standing off to the side of the stairway and called out to him, "Epstein! Why don't you help Price with her interview with the neighbour. I am sure with both of you there, he may be a bit more accommodating to our need of information."

"What do you need me to do?" Andy asked as she watched Steve test the strength of the wall in front of the sealed panic room.

"Look around the room, McNally..." Steve said as he glanced back at the thermostat on the wall. The temperature had increased slightly since he first realised that it was actually an indicator for the interior of the panic room.

"Anything in particular I am looking for?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure what I want you to look for." He said with a sigh, "Maybe there is something we have overlooked while we were in here before. Something that may can help us figure out how to get them out of there."

Andy looked about the room and nodded her head, Right... look for something that could help us get Gail and Holly out of a reinforced locked room. Sure, I am certain that something will stand out soon. She thought as she rolled her eyes and began to start at the edge of the room closest to the staircase.

Chloe and Dov walked up the steps onto the porch of Mr. Schlenz's American Foursquare house and rang the doorbell. "Nice house," Dov muttered as he stared into the bay window beside the door and could see the TV playing in the dark living room. "Wonder if he is going to pretend he isn't home?"

Suddenly the porch and the vestibule were washed in the fluorescent glow of light. "See Dov, you always go to the pessimistic view on life," Chloe said with a smile as she stared at her boyfriend and partner.

"I prefer to view things with an edge of caution, Chloe. It isn't pessimism... it's called realism," Dov replied as he stared through the frosted glass of the front door.

The door opened to reveal a haggard Gregory Schlenz. Chloe noticed the dapper appearance of the man she had seen earlier that day had been replaced with the visage of a person who had lost everything. His hair, which was slicked back only mere hours ago, was sticking out everywhere and his shirt and slacks were rumpled as if he had fell asleep in them. "Officers..." Gregory said as he stared at the two people in front of him. "Sorry for my appearance. I wasn't expecting visitors this late at night." He stared down at his feet, which were bare, before glancing back at them, "Come in."

Dov, followed by Chloe, walked into the foyer and looked around the house, "Were you sleeping Mr. Schlenz?"

Gregory rubbed his eyes and nodded his head, "Yeah... today has been a pretty exhausting day. After you left..." He gestured towards Price before he continued, "I received a call from the animal hospital. I had to take Jessie there yesterday because she wouldn't eat and I was worried that something might have been wrong."

"Who's Jessie?" Chloe asked as she closed the door behind her.

"That's my three month old Labrador Retriever. I've had her for two months now and this was the first time she had not touched her food when I gave it to her. Luckily, she started to eat when the vet's assistant gave her food. They told me they wanted to keep her a couple more days to see if anything changes."

"You seem quite attached to that dog, Mr. Schlenz," Dov replied as he narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.

"I am," he muttered as he walked towards the living room. Plopping down onto the sofa, Gregory stared at the two officers who were still standing in his living room. "Please... take a seat, officers. I would offer you coffee, but my machine is on the fritz."

Chloe shook her head, "That is okay, Mr. Schlenz." With a smile she moved closer into the room and looked around. She glanced at the pictures around the room and was momentarily stunned at the fact there were no pictures of his wife adorning the walls or shelving space in the room. Taking a deep breath, she decided to plunge ahead with the new idea, "I bet you wife was happy to hear that the dog is doing better."

The man snorted as he stood up from the sofa, "My wife left me last year. Too incompatible, she said. I haven't seen her since then... good riddance too."

"Well... if you haven't seen her since then, why is her car parked out in front of your neighbour's garage?" Dov asked as he stared at the man in front of him.

Gregory's eyes widened as he looked at the officers. "I...I..." He stuttered and then turned from them and ran towards the back of the house.

"Why do they have to always run?" Dov asked as he started to chase the man.

As the two men ran through the house, Gregory tripped over a raised edge of a runner in the middle of the hallway and fell to the floor. Dov landed on top of the man, pulled Gregory's hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

"What the hell, man?" Gregory exclaimed as he struggled on the floor.

"We were only asking a few questions, sir," Chloe began as she walked towards the two men. "You were the one who decided to run away from an officer. Do you have something to hide, Mr. Schlenz?"

"No, why would I?" He huffed as he finally settled down on the floor. "I told you that I haven't seen her in over a year!"

"Then why did you run away when we mentioned that your wife's car was at the neighbour's?" Chloe asked as Dov lifted the guy off the floor.

Gregory Schlenz remained silent as Epstein walked him out of the house. She clicked her radio on, "Detective Nash? Detective Peck?"

"Go ahead, Price," Traci replied over the radio.

"We have Mr. Greogory Schlenz in custody and are taking him to the station. When we had asked him about his wife's car, he tried to make a break for it out the back door., Price responded.

"Okay. Stay at the station and see what you can get out of him. I think we have stumbled on a lead ourselves."