When he woke, there was pain. He guessed that Allen must have had his way with him after he was out. He'd drifted in and out of his drug-induced stupor, only remembering bits and pieces. Even still, the drugs left him dizzy and it was damn near impossible to move. Moreover, he didn't feel that he was alone in the room any longer. However, the feeling of company wasn't entirely material.

It came in the voice of Andy at first, then an array of other voices, much like his and Andy's, young and male.

"I saw what you did to him," Andy said.

It was Andy's voice, no doubt. Bo recognized it like he'd recognize his own.

"You made him afraid of you. You can do more."

Bo listened, but it felt odd to do so. It was then that the other voices joined in, murmuring amongst themselves, voicing their anger and their grief. They wanted revenge too.

"There's an ax by the well. Take it. Do what you have to."

The rest of the voices joined in as well, chanting and urging.

"Get the ax."

"Kill him."

"Get the ax!"

Their voices were desperate. Even in death, they were scared. As the voices invaded his mind, he couldn't help but push himself up, struggling to his feet and how painful it was just to stand but he did it. And though each step was more painful than the last, he staggered his way to the well, locating a wooden handle.

The ghosts of victims passed had certainly paid good attention to their surroundings while essentially being tortured. But they hadn't misguided him. That was one thing. The other thing was, however, that the ax weighed heavy in his hands. He found he was weak from pain and fatigue, but as soon as he heard the creak of the basement door, a spike of adrenaline rushed through his veins and he suddenly had all the strength in the world.

He held the ax in his hands, walking back to where he had been when the water had been offered. And there he stood, watching as Allen stopped on the stairs, staring at him with the ax in his hands. And all the while, Bo was shaking his head.

"Now, why in the hell would you leave this down here?" he asked, finding his voice cynical.

Luke found that he was the last to rise. Actually, it was the noise from the kitchen that woke him up. Otherwise, he supposed that he'd probably have slept longer. Because he hadn't slept. And when he finally did manage to fall asleep in the early morning hours, there wasn't much time left for sleep.

So, as he walked out into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and stifling a yawn, eyes immediately turned on him.

"Hey, Luke you…" General's voice trailed off as he saw him, "didn't sleep."

Luke ran a hand over his face. "Kinda hard to, but I got plenty." By 'plenty' he meant roughly two hours.

Daisy, who had seemingly been up for a while, was making waffles. A majority of which, Clayton, who sat on the kitchen counter, was demolishing.

"Mm," he said between bites, "I believe I've found my new favorite food."

"Y'all ready to head out for the day?" Luke asked.

Clayton gave him a look, taking another bite from his waffle. "Y'know, there oughta be a code against discussin' business before breakfast is finished."

"We're past that, now c'mon, let's go."

"Wait, Luke, you ain't gonna eat nothin'?" Daisy asked.

"I'm fine. And I wanna get back out there as soon as possible."

Daisy sighed. "At least take me with you this time."

Luke shook his head. "Not a chance, I don't want Ridgefield gettin' ahold of you too."

Daisy, however, didn't respond, but Luke could tell he set her off. Within a moment, she was pushing past him, storming back to her room, and slamming the door. Luke winced at the sound and sighed, walking to the front door.

"Y'all comin' or what?" he growled, walking out onto the porch.

Clayton hummed, setting his plate aside. "Someone's ornery today."

Luke reappeared. "What'd I just say? Let's go, we ain't got all day."

Clayton rolled his eyes, hopping off the counter and taking a bow. "Yes, master."

"I don't need the extra bullshit right now either."

After procuring Cooter, General gathered a couple of the Defects. Again, they met in the hollow, where the Defects usually gathered. Luke, Cooter, and Clayton stood before the cars as General explained their situation, albeit quickly and leaving out a few minor details.

At the end of his briefing, he finally said, "We'll split up to cover more ground. Tank, I want you to take the swamp, you'll be able to get through it the best. Thunder, you and Cooter take the foothills. Diablo, you and Clayton go west. Check anywhere from here to the state line, anywhere you can."

"Are you sure the two of us," Clayton gestured to himself and the Ranchero, "should be workin' together?"

Diablo's engine rumbled excitedly. "Hey, los dos diablos, ¡me gustan!"

"I don't see why not. Anyway, that leaves me and Luke to the southern part of the county. Do y'all understand where you're goin'?" General asked. After seeing that there were no questions, objections, or confusion, General revved his engine dismissively. "Alright, head out, y'all."

As they all collectively dispersed, Luke climbed into General's driver's seat. "Nice plannin' skills," he commented.

"I had a good teacher."

It wasn't long before they found themselves at a muddy creek bed. Luke suspected that Allen may be hiding in plain sight, though he doubted that the man was in town. However, also doubted that he occupied an abandoned building. It wasn't his style. The man was superstitious and believed in the paranormal. You wouldn't catch him dead urbexing. So, that left places like the open forest, houses where no one's heard from the inhabitants in a few days, and caves.

So, here he was investigating the open forest, in an area where he knew there were also caves further downstream. By his logic, if Allen was anywhere, this was a good place to start.

So, he stood in the creekbed, looking for any semblance of a clue, which there unfortunately didn't seem to be. From the road above, there was a rumble and he looked up to see the orange Charger.

"You find anythin' down there, Sherlock?" General asked.

Luke shook his head. "No, you?"

General shifted on his suspension. "Oh, not really. Just came back to tell ya you got company."

Luke gave him a confused look. "What?"

Just then, there was a rustle in the brush about a dozen feet away. Skeptical, he walked over, bending the branches of a shrub only for two bodies to come tumbling out. He took a step back, allowing the two other men to get untangled. The taller of the two pushed the other off him, brushing himself off.

"Well, whaddya know, it's Starsky and Hutch," Luke said, folding his arms.

Jay pointed to himself and then to the detective. "I'm Starsky, he's Hutch."

The detective shook his head and pushed himself to his feet. "I suppose you want me to explain myself."

"No," Luke said, "I know exactly what you're doin'. You thought I was gonna lead you to Ridgefield."

"Yeah." The detective scratched the back of his head. "You know, it doesn't really sound like a bad idea when you put it that way."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I ain't got any better idea as to where he is than you do."

"But you said you knew him."

Luke shrugged. "Doesn't mean I know where he's at."

"So he doesn't confide in you?"

"What? You think I'm still mixed up in all this?"

"You said that you were close."

"Yeah, a long time ago, not now. He hates me, he wants to kill me!"

Jay and Tollefson exchanged a glance.

"Wait, wait, are you tellin' me the only reason you let me go was to follow me to Ridgefield?"

Tollefson shrugged. "Sorry you had to find out this way?"

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. "For Christ's sake. I ain't an accessory to murder and I ain't conspirin' with Allen. He has my cousin!"

The detective seemed taken aback by this. "He has your cousin?"

Luke nodded. "Yes, he does. Which is why it'd help a lot if you weren't followin' me and lookin' over my shoulder all the time."

Detective Tollefson shook his head. "No, this is bad. If Ridgefield's taken another victim, he's going to be even harder to find."

"What would you do? I mean, I ain't a cop so what d'you do in this situation?"

The detective shrugged again. "Nothing really I can do. Wait for witnesses to come forward… or for him to drop."

Luke shook his head. "Well, some detective you are. Allen took him at night on some backroad out in the woods. There were no witnesses, none. All we got is that he took Bo and that he was drivin' a sedan, we think, by the tire tread. Now, I dunno about you, but I'd rather find my cousin before he's just another slab of meat coolin' in the county morgue."

"And just what are you going to do when you get your hands on Ridgefield?"

Luke was quiet.

"Look, I get that you want to help, but leave it to the professionals."

Luke shook his head. "Y'all don't care about Bo, you just care about gettin' another arrest down on your record."

"Bo's already been taken. But catching Ridgefield means no one else is going to die."

Luke groaned. "Don't you get it? Bo's endgame for him! Once he kills Bo, it's over for him. The only thing he wants outta life is to kill Bo. There ain't gonna be no other victims after him. D'you understand?"

Tollefson looked at him, then finally nodded. "Yeah, I get it. So what d'you want me to do?"

Luke stepped closer, getting in the man's face. "I want you to back the hell off."

And with that, he walked away.

Very dramatic, Luke.