Evading the Salem PD was proving a bit more difficult than Steve had anticipated. After dropping Kayla at the hospital, he had picked up the brown sedan following him. It never got closer than a half-block away, but after it followed Steve along a circuitous route to the fish market, Steve could tell he was being followed. Of course, they could not arrest him for that.

There's nothing illegal about checking on the in-laws - at least not yet.

He left his car at the market and headed inside. Shawn and Caroline immediately wanted to know if there was any news on Shane, but he shook his head. "I'm going to find him, but I need your help." Shawn and Caroline looked confused, but Steve explained his plan.

A few minutes later, Shawn backed the fish market's delivery truck up to the front of the store. He and Caroline lugged some huge sturgeon into the truck and rolled out some barrels of ice, with which they covered the fish. Shawn gave Caroline a kiss and got into the driver's side of the truck to begin making the delivery. He only got about 10 feet before the brown unmarked police car cut him off. Brian Scofield and another officer got out.

"Hey!" Shawn yelled. "What the devil do you think you're doing? I've got deliveries to make."

Scofield was apologetic, but he said they had to search the truck. "We know Johnson's hiding in there."

"You're going to make me late for this delivery," Shawn complained, but the officer refused to budge. Finally, rolling his eyes, Shawn got out, walked to the back of the truck, and opened the back. "Go to it, son," Shawn said. "Ain't nothin' but fish and ice, but if you want to get yourself some frostbite, be my guest."

Meanwhile, as the police dug through the icy contents of Shawn's truck, Steve's car was slowly making its way out of the parking lot. As he turned the corner and disappeared, he saw Scofield and the other officer still focused on Shawn's truck.

Steve knew, however, that he had to switch cars. Roman would have any officers near the refinery on alert, and they definitely would have a description of Steve's car. Steve debated returning to the hospital and taking Marcus' car, but then it dawned on him that Roman might have men at the hospital. Kayla was there and, in all likelihood, Bo was there confronting Carly. So the hospital was out. So that didn't leave Steve with any. . . .

Why didn't I think of that earlier?

He turned his car in the direction of Lakeshore Drive. There was a chance Roman had units at Shane's, but Steve suspected they were convinced Shane was halfway to Mexico by now. Sure enough, Steve saw no sign of surveillance as he parked down the block, made his way around to the lake, and then up through the garden to the back entrance. Through the window, he saw Simmons moving around the kitchen. Steve rapped on the glass pane in the door, causing the butler to jump in surprise. He quickly came to the door and opened it.

"Master Johnson?"

Steve pushed past him. "I need the keys to Shane's car," he said. "Where does he keep a spare set?"

"In the desk in the library," Simmons said. "But-"

"Where's Kim?" Steve asked, cutting the butler off.

Following Steve down the hallway toward the library, Simmons explained that Kim had taken Andrew to school and Jeannie to her parents. She had said it would be better if they acted normal around the children.

"Good," Steve said. He turned through the library doors and made a beeline to the desk. He pulled it open and pulled out two sets of keys. The one for the car was obvious. The other he figured was for the other thing he needed. He had to try two keys before the bottom drawer of the desk opened and he could remove the gun. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Shane had handed Steve this gun at Donovan Manor and they had declared their short-lived "truce." Steve chuckled as he checked that the gun was loaded and adjusted the sights. You came to my rescue back then, Donovan. Now I get to return the favor.

"Master Johnson?" Simmons was standing just inside the library doorway, watching him with a curious look.

Steve gave the butler a grin. "It's nothing. Just remembering something."

"You are going to find Master Shane, aren't you?" Simmons asked.

Steve took a deep breath. "I'm going to do my best. Now you can't let anyone know I was here or that I've got Shane's car." Without waiting for a response, Steve tucked the pistol in the waistband of his jeans and headed out the door. A minute later, he was inside Shane's car and headed toward the refinery.

Sure enough, the Salem PD were out in force. Two squad cars were camped at the front gates of the refinery. Steve kept his head low and drove slowly around, spotting an unmarked vehicle by the hole in the fence that Shane and John had used the day before.

There has to be another way in, Steve thought. The men who attacked John had been driving Jeeps and the managed to disappear without being seen. A bunch of men coming in and out of the front gates would have attracted attention. Then Steve started to laugh.

Shane and John wouldn't have a clue. They would be stuck cutting a hole in the fence. They don't know the docks like I do.

Instead of staying on the road along the perimeter of the refinery, Steve took a left. He drove a block, then turned right, taking another right along a row of warehouses that lined the river. Up ahead, the warehouses continued a little way past the edge of the refinery as the road ended at the last warehouse along the river. There was no way to get a vehicle to the refinery site.

Except for the narrow pier that ran along the edge of that last warehouse.

"But then only an old dock rat like me would really pay attention to something like that," Steve said to himself. Me and the local thugs that Lawrence probably paid for his security.

Keeping that in mind, at the end of the road, Steve swerved the car onto the narrow pier. For a moment, he feared he miscalculated and the car's tires threatened to drop off the edge, but the pier was just wide enough for the car. Steve's eyes lit up and he broke into a grin as he looked ahead. Up ahead was exactly what he thought he might find - a chainlink fence.

"I hope you've got this baby insured, Donovan," he said, punching the accelerator.

The car shot forward, crashing through the fence and onto the icy ground of the refinery. The car skidded and Steve had to fight for control, but he managed to get the upper hand. He steadied the car and managed to get it directed toward the trailers in the distance. Shane's car was not exactly built for off-road driving and it pitched and bucked as it drove over the icy, bumpy ground. Steve thought he heard part of the bumper break off.

The trailers were getting closer. Steve was not sure what exactly he was going to do when he got there. He knew Alamain could have a dozen armed guards ready to open fire, but Steve's gut told him that was not how Lawrence operated. He wants this.

Steve brought the car to a skidding stop next to the trailers. He had no idea where Lawrence was or how to find him, but he knew the man was close. Steve took a moment and pulled out the gun he had taken from Shane's house. He studied it for a moment, then stuffed it into his boot, and got out of the car. Then Steve began to walk around, studied the sides of the trailers, and looked for signs of where the man was hiding.

There.

In the corner of one of the buildings, he spotted a tiny camera lens. Steve took a deep breath and grinned.

Here goes nothing.

"I'm right here, Alamain," Steve yelled. "I know you want me, so here I am. Come on out and get me."