"What's this about, Membrane?" Steven asked as he poured two cups of coffee and set one in front of him at the table.

Dib leaned forward on his arm as he stirred the cup, though he hadn't added anything to it.

"Just tracking, you know how it is."

Steve sat down across from him and poured milk into his cup.

"Right. Well whatever your idea is I hope you're right."

Dib sighed, pulling off his glasses to rub at his face tiredly.

"Remember I emailed you about that sideshow?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to find the people who were working there."

"Good luck," Steven sat back and crossed his arms. "That was ten years ago and a place like that wouldn't exactly keep meticulous employee records anywhere."

"I know. But I think I might know who the next victim is." Dib wrapped his hands around his mug, letting it warm his fingers.

"What makes you think that?"

He shook his head, looking down at his cup. Steve leaned forward.

"You came all the way up here, you're sitting in my kitchen, you can tell me something."

Dib stared at a few bubbles in his coffee. When the last one popped, he nodded and set it down.

"Alright." He told Steven everything, starting from the brothel and ending at the most recent murder in Madison, just hours ago.

Steve stared off at the open window. Their coffee was cold by now, mostly untouched.

"You realize that's insane?"

"Of course."

"Well," Steve stood and disappeared into the living room. He returned a moment later with his laptop and opened it. They sat in silence as he typed.

"Josh Bendle, " he said finally as he read over the attack report from a decade ago. He did a quick DMV search. "1171 Maple Street."

Dib entered the address into his phone and stood quickly.

"Ten minutes from here."

"Want me to go with you?"

"No. I'll call you."

Steve nodded and saw him to the door.

"Hey, Dib."

Dib paused to look back at him as he zipped his coat up.

"You doing alright? You know, since the divorce and all."

"Yeah. Thanks."

Steven nodded.

"Be safe."

Dib smiled grimly and hurried to his car. He didn't bother with GPS, he was familiar with Utica. He had grown up here, after all.