'Hey, Jo, the names and photos of the passengers have come through.' Hanson called across the office.

'Coming!' Jo called back. Together they spread out the photos, Jo nearly immediately spotting Henry. 'Hanson, look! It's Henry.' 'Hanson took the photo.

'Harold Manith.' He read off the back. He looked at Jo. 'It says that he bought a ticket to New Orleans. Moving 100's of miles away, he really is doing a runner.'

'Hey this looks like Abe.' Jo commented.

'He looks good with brown hair. Says his name is Anthony Manith.' Hanson picked up the photos. 'I'll run the names through the system, see if we can find out anything else.'

'Thanks Hanson.'

Jo sighed. She was trying to do some paper work but her mind kept wandering back to Henry. Why was he running? And from what? She stood up, intending on going to see how Hanson was getting on, just as he yelled across the room to her.

'Hey, Jo! Come check this out!' She hurried across this room, leaning over Hanson's shoulder to see the screen.

'Whoa,' she breathed. 'This is pretty good fake ID.'

'Good is an understatement. This ID is almost a perfect replica. If we didn't know this was Henry I wouldn't even take a second look at it. Anyway, I tracked the credit card number attached to it, but there isn't a transaction on it showing them buying a property. I guess they must be staying in a hotel or something, until they buy.'

'Well we won't find out anything else until they arrive tomorrow, so I guess we just have to wait and see.'

-The next day-

'We are approaching our final stop. All passengers are to disembark here. Thank you for traveling with Amstar. We hope you have had a pleasant journey.'

'Abraham. Abraham! Wake up, we are getting off now.'

'Huh what?'

'Abraham!'

'Ok, ok I'm awake!'

'Here, grab this bag. You made reservations at a hotel, right?'

'Hey why d'ya give me the heavy bag? Yeah, yeah I made reservations. Haven't paid yet though. It's just down the road.' After gathering the rest of their suitcases they made their way down the round, stopping outside a hotel. Inside they were greeted by a cheery receptionist.

'Hello, how are you today?'

'Good, thanks. We have a reservation for two rooms under the names Harold and Anthony Manith.'

'Oh yes for rooms 21 and 22 for 5 nights. That will be $390 please.' After Abe had paid they took their suitcases up to their rooms before going for a walk in the nearby park.

'Do you think they are looking for us yet Abraham?' 'Probably. You were meant to go to the therapist yesterday remember. When you didn't turn up they probably let the NYPD know.'

'Yeah I guess. Hopefully they don't track us here though.'

-In the Precinct-

'JO! Come over here now!' Hanson yelled. Jo hurried over.

'What?'

'A transaction just showed up on the credit card for two hotel rooms for 5 nights. So we know where they are.' Jo looked at the screen

'We should go there! It's a 30 hour trip on the train, so that leaves us heaps of time if they are booked in for 5 days. I'll go check with Reece.'

'Lieu? We found where Henry and Abe are staying. They booked into a hotel in New Orleans.'

'Let me guess, Detective. You want to go and confront him.'

'Well… only with your permission, of course. I was thinking of catching the afternoon service. It leaves in a few hours.'

'Better get backing then, Detective.' Lt Reece smiled at Jo. 'Oh, and take Hanson. You never know if you might need help.'