After the first 72 hours of not sleeping, Diana had sent Peter home to sleep. He didn't sleep very well, but the few hours he had gave him a renewed sense of hope that something would come through today. He walked into the office with an extra-large coffee in hand.
"Any news?" He asked Diana and Jones.
"We just found out that Collin's right hand man purchased a junk car from a place down the road. We can go talk to them," Jones mentioned.
"Good, Diana go get some rest, Jones, you come with me."
They headed off, and when they arrived they talked to the salesman.
"What are you interested in today fellas?" The salesman started his pitch but was cut short by Peter.
"FBI," he held up his badge, "We had some questions about a guy you sold a car to."
They searched through the files, "We always take a copy of the license when we sell a car."
They took down the address and went to go check it out.
"This could be a trap, why would they be stupid enough to leave the address?"
Peter worried, "Either they are so wrapped up in revenge that Neal doesn't deserve, or they think it won't get back to us in time."
"Could be both," Jones voiced Peters thought.
He wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew his friend's life depended on it.