Steve leaned back in his chair as he watched the interrogation through the one-way mirror. He turned the volume up on the speaker and listened carefully as he watched his mother ask a question.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, Mr. Schlenz. Where is your wife?"

"You don't have to answer that," Gregory's lawyer said before the man could open his mouth. "They do not have enough evidence to support their wild speculation that you have committed any crime. Besides... you have already given them everything they need. You have been in here this whole time, so how could you know where your wife is."

"You see..." Elaine paused slightly before continuing, "That's where you are wrong Counsellor. Gregory, do you remember when you were given a phone call when you first arrived here? Well, you used it to call a burner phone that was, at one time, in the possession of your wife; and I believe your words were quite clear to my officer that had said phone in an evidence bag. You said, and I quote, 'Took you long enough to answer the damned phone. Don't talk just listen...You have to get out of town... the cops have me locked up and I think they may be on to us. Now, don't start... they don't have enough on me to hold me much longer... when I get out, I will meet you at the cabin.' Is this correct?" Elaine asked as she looked up at Gregory, completely ignoring the attorney beside him.

"Circumstantial evidence," the lawyer replied with a shrug. "How do we know if your officer is telling the truth? My client has already told you that he is a victim of circumstance. He did not know what his wife and her brother were going to do. If he had known all along, he would have prevented this travesty from happening."

The superintendent turned to stare at the lawyer. His appearance told her that this man always got what he wanted, in the end, but she knew, this instance would be a very disappointing reality check. "So, Counsellor... do you not wish for your client to go free?"
"You can not hold my client based on speculation," he retorted as he sat straighter in his chair.

"Oh... I wouldn't consider this evidence speculation," Elaine drawled as she smirked at the man. "We have other evidence that can put your client away for at least a few years. Do you care to hear them? Well, first off, your client tried to run away when officers asked him about his wife... who they thought at the time was deceased. Also, what about now? You told us that you would come clean of everything you know and you have been very forthcoming, but on this small little detail about your wife's location. You don't even have to really know where she is, hell, as far as you could know, she might have drove through the border and into the U.S; but the least you could do is give us an idea of where she might go. She is your wife after all, you should know of places she likes to visit from time to time." She paused to place her pen on top of her notepad. The page that the notepad was open to was as clean as it was the day she bought it. "By my count, that's two offences right there. One, obstruction of justice and two... impeding an investigation. So you can..."

"Shit!" Gregory exclaimed as he ran his hand through his greasy dark hair. "Look I don't know where..."

"Mr. Schlenz, you don't have..."

"Just shut the fuck up Alphonse, you told me that I could cut a deal with the cops and I wouldn't face any charges, right?" He looked pointedly at his lawyer as Alphonse nodded his head. "But now, Officer Peck here..."

"That's Superintendent Peck, Mr Schlenz. I haven't been an officer in a long time."

"Anyway... you told me to tell them everything I know, now you want me to keep my god-damn mouth shut. What the hell, man?" He stared at his attorney again before taking a deep breath. "Shit, I don't know where she is. You got to believe me. Sure, I called her, but she didn't answer." He glanced at Elaine and sighed. "I guess now I know why. Look I don't know where they would go, but maybe they went to his cabin up in Beaverton."

"Now we are getting somewhere," Elaine said as she leaned forward in her chair and picked up her pen."What's the address of this cabin."

"Shit, I don't know. Never been up there myself. I just know he rented a place up there to get away from the city. Anna would go there a couple of times when he would get upset and she would stay the weekend and she would tell me about the place and all, but I never asked the address. Didn't really care to know really. I was just glad that she kept him away from me. I don't like all that drug shit."

Elaine nodded her head and frowned. "But you said you would meet her at the cabin?"

He shook his head slowly before replying, "Like I said, I haven't been there personally, but they were going to give me the directions once they were established there."

"A likely story," Elaine said as she rolled her eyes. "You just happened to know that she would head there, but didn't know where exactly it is." Nodding her head a smirk graced her lips. "I see what this is, you knew about the place, figured it would be where she would go... but the question is why? Is this a place your wife had to go to while she did her drugs on the side and visited her brother as well? Is that how you knew about it but never went to it? A nice relaxing place in a small town that you could get away from it all every so often. I wouldn't mind a place like that, but since there were drugs there, I don't think I would have went either."

"She hasn't done anything since she was a teenager!" Gregory retorted with a scowl. "Look..." He took a deep breath. "Seriously, that's all I know. I already told you that I heard them discussing something about breaking into the next door neighbour's house... they were talking about it on the phone, so I could only hear Anna's side of the conversation; but I do know that they mentioned Dr. O'Neal's name, so when I heard what happened, I panicked. I know I should have maybe contacted the police when I first heard what they were discussing, but hindsight and all." He smiled slightly at his small joke but it quickly dissipated when he saw the calloused look on Elaine's face.

"It's not funny Mr. Schlenz," she said as she stood up from her chair. "A woman died yesterday and we nearly had an officers and a member of the medico-legal staff harmed as well. So I do not see this as a time to joke." She turned to the attorney as he was standing to leave as well. "As you know, we are going to have to detain your client just until we can find his wife and brother-in-law."

The man looked as if he was about to protest. After a few seconds, he finally relented with a nod and left the room followed by the Superintendent.

Damn, I thought we might learn more from this, Steve thought as he watched his mom walk out the door of the interrogation room and out into the hallway. He stood from his chair and walked out the door of his room.

"Well that didn't go as planned." Elaine said after speaking a few moments with the officer standing by the interrogation room door.

"At least he was talking," Steve replied with a sigh. "The first time Dov tried to interrogate him, he wouldn't say anything." He looked at his mother and smiled. "You know, it was actually interesting to see you do an interrogation, Mom."

Superintendent Peck rolled her eyes, a trait that her daughter had inherited from her. "I'm a little rusty. When you are in my position, you normally don't do things like this."

"Why did you want to do it in the first place then? Traci and I could have done the interview."

"Why wouldn't I?" She countered as she stared at her son. "Gail was trapped in that room for hours because of this sick bastard, his wife, and her brother." She looked at her son and shook her head. "Don't try to tell me you believe him for a minute. He smells freedom and is trying his damnedest to get out of this mess." She sighed and continued. "If they didn't kill that poor woman, none of you would have been there and none of you would have had to deal with the possibility of getting a horrible virus that could kill you." She looked her son in the eye and narrowed her own. "That pathologist that was at the house... she's the one that Gail was seeing, correct?"

"I-i-i... uh... yes?" Steve stammered as he tried to break eye-contact with his mother.

"Do you know if they are back together?" she asked as she continued to stare at him.

Squirming slightly under his mother's gaze, Steve rubbed the nape of his neck. "I think so. They had enough time to talk out their differences in that room. Besides, I know Gail wasn't over her. I'll ask her when I see her again."

Nodding her head slowly, Elaine smirked. "Good. I like her. She's a lot better than those guys Gail dated. A hell of a lot smarter too." She pointed a finger at her son. "But don't tell them I said that. I want to see them squirm a bit before I finally tell them what I think. That is if Gail will even tell me that she is now seeing women."

Steve shook his head as he watched his mom walk towards the elevators at the end of the hall. That went better than I thought it would, he thought as he walked back towards his desk.

As he sat down, his phone began to vibrate in his pants pocket. Rolling his eyes at his luck, he adjusted in the seat to dig the phone out of his pocket. "Peck," he said after he glanced at the caller ID.

'I hope we didn't catch you during an interrogation, Steve.'

"Not at all Collins," he replied as he picked up a pen from his blotter and started clicking the top. "Superintendent Peck just finished up on Gregory Schlenz. He mentioned that Jaime had a cabin out in Beaverton, but he claimed to not know the address. We can try to find out information on this cabin, but with it being the weekend, who knows if realtors will be working. I just wish we could get this guy..." Steve ran his hand through his blond hair and sighed. "If we could just get this guy off the street, maybe we could get a handle on the drug problem in the city. Every perp I've collared has always penned his or her supplier as this Jamie guy. I swear if I could only..."

'I think we may have a lead for you.'

"Wait what?" The detective sat up in his chair and dropped the pen on his desk.

"I said I think we may have a lead for you.'

"Shit, where?" Steve asked as he nearly jumped out of his seat. He reached for his jacket on the back of his chair and shrugged his left arm into the sleeve. "Nick you better not be joking."

'It's no joke, man, but it is kind of a sticky situation.'

"What do you mean by sticky situation?" Steve asked as he switched ears and shouldered his right arm into a sleeve.

'It's complicated, but meet us at Epstein's apartment and we will explain when you get here. Oh, and Gail said to bring Traci.'

"Okay. We'll be right there." Steve replied before ending the call and walking over to Nash's desk.

"What was that all about?" Traci asked as she stared at her boyfriend.

"It was Nick. Cryptic as hell, but he wants us at Epstein's place.

The female detective cocked an eyebrow. "Why does he want us to go there?"

Steve shrugged. "I don't know. He wouldn't say over the phone. All he said was that he may have a lead for us on the case. What kind of lead, I don't know, but I intend to find out."

"Who else is there?" Traci asked as she slipped her blazer off the back of her chair. "Did something happen to Chris? I know he was trying to figure where Diaz had went after yesterday evening."

"I don't think it has anything to do with Diaz..." Steve said with a frown. "He wouldn't call me about that. Besides, he said it was information on the case."

"Then why are we still here?" Traci asked as she opened the door and walked into the hall.