The gate was once again open to the entrance of Cheap Self-Storage. MacGyver shook his head as he drove through. He parked his Jeep in front of the office. The sign on the door said closed.

"Looks like no one is home," Jack observed.

Mac peered into the window and saw a bald man in his sixties, sitting behind the desk with his eyes closed. He was wearing a wrinkled, short-sleeved shirt with a very noticeable brown stain on the front of it. The stain looked like coffee. The desk was covered with stacks of papers and on the wall behind was a pegboard with keys hanging off of it. A row of grey file cabinets lined the right wall. A small table with a coffee maker, Styrofoam cups, and a half-filled sugar bowl, with the rest of the sugar sprinkled over the table, was along the wall on the left.

MacGyver loudly cleared his throat as he walked in, abruptly waking the man from his nap.

"Hi. Are you the manager?" Mac asked.

"Yes. Name's Leroy Reid. And you are?"

"I'm MacGyver. This is my friend, Jack Dalton."

The man stood up, pointed his finger, and barked at Jack, "Hey. I know you. You'd better not be here trying to get your money back. You signed a receipt that whatever was in that storage unit was non-refundable," barked Reid.

"I don't want to return the contents of the unit. I'm very satisfied with my acquisition."

"Sorry. I have a lot of low lives around here. What can I do for you?"

"We, uh, found something sentimental that we want to return to the renter. My friend told me the person who rented the unit gave you a false phone number. But we have his photo," MacGyver said pulling out the mugshot of Paul Cook.

The manager looked at the photo and nodded his head. "Yeah. That's him, the guy who stiffed me out of the rent. I should have been suspicious when he said his name was John Smith. How original. I knew I'd never see another month's rent when I called the phone number he gave me and a guy answered, 'Golden Dragon. For pick up or delivery?' That's the reason why I had to settle for what this guy bid," the manager said as he glanced at Jack.

Jack looked insulted.

"Are you telling me you know how to find this guy?" asked Reid.

"Maybe. Has anyone else come looking for him?" MacGyver took the photo out of the Reid's hand and replaced it with a twenty-dollar bill.

"Uh. Maybe. I mean, I'm not here 24/7. Someone could have come around when I wasn't here," Reid replied in an angry tone.

"Did anyone call and leave a message on your answering machine? Or leave a note on your door when you were out?" Jack questioned Reid.

Reid looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet back and forth. "Nope. No one left a message or a note on my door."

Mac and Jack looked at each other suspiciously. Just then the phone rang.

"Cheap Self-Storage. What do you want?" Reid answered the phone gruffly. MacGyver took the time to look around the office and in particular, the cluttered desk. He spied something that proved the manager was not telling the truth.

"Thanks for your help, Sir," Mac said as he turned and motioned to Jack to quickly exit, while Reid was on the phone. Without looking up, Reid swiped his hand in the air.

When the two men were outside the office, Jack looked at his friend. "Why the rush to get out of there? All we found out was that Cook rented the space and dumped the golf balls in it but that doesn't tell us how to find him." Jack asked, wondering what their next move was.

"While Reid was on the phone, I saw Bill Jennings business card on the desk," MacGyver replied.

"That son of a gun was lying! Jennings was here and looking for his partner in crime. So where to now?" Jack asked.

"The Gem Exchange to confirm that Jennings was the guy who broke into my houseboat. That was the name on Jenning's business card. Pete said he owned a posh pawn shop. I want to confront him," Mac answered.

"This thug rearranged your face. Isn't that dangerous?" Jack questioned his friend's motives.

"Since when do you shy away from danger," MacGyver joked. Both men laughed and walked towards Mac's Jeep.

xxx

Reid hung up the phone abruptly. He fished through the papers on his desk and picked up Jenning's business card. His fingers nimbly dialed the number on the card. "Hello. Is this Mr. Jennings?" Reid asked.

There was a pause before Reid spoke. "Mr. Jennings, this is Leroy Reid, the manager at Cheap Self- Storage. You told me to call you if anyone came around asking about Cook. You said you would make it worthwhile for me. Well, these two guys came by. The dopey one that won the bid for the unit and a tall guy, his friend. They both were asking a lot of questions." Leroy paused, listening intently. "Yeah, I think they are still here. I can do that. What about my…," Reid heard a click on the other end and hung up the receiver. Reid dashed out the office door and spotted Jack and MacGyver as they were standing by Mac's Jeep.

"Hey, there. Wait up!" Leroy shouted as he marched over to the two men.

"Dalton, I need you to sign some papers for your purchase," Reid huffed.

"I thought I signed everything. You told me it was a done deal." Jack looked quizzically at the out-of-breath man.

"Nah. You missed a few pages. Come back to the office. It won't take long," Reid directed.

"Go ahead. I'll wait," Mac told Jack.

Jack followed the manager back to the office. MacGyver said he would wait but he didn't say where. He decided to go back over to lucky number 13 and see if they missed anything that could lead them to Cook.

xxx

Mac had his handy Swiss Army Knife ready in case he had to pick the lock and check out the inside of the storage unit. He knelt down and searched the pavement next to the door. Something silver caught his eye. He scooped up a used matchbook, with the words, "Shadow Haven Motel", printed on it. While MacGyver had never been to this motel, he remembered the name. Jack had lived there for a while. It was one of those strings of cheap accommodations that Jack flopped at when he was down on his luck, which was most of the time.

"Hey buddy, what did you find?" Jack asked as he walked up beside Mac.

MacGyver stood up and showed Jack the matchbook. Jack winced, a sign that he had known the Shadow Haven Motel well. "Do you think this belonged to Cook?" Jack queried.

"Possibly. I think we should check it out. I know you can lead the way," Mac said sarcastically.

"Change of plans, then. We're going to the motel and not the pawn shop?" Jack asked. MacGyver nodded.

The two men hopped into the Jeep and headed out the gate.

Once on the main street, Jack guided Mac to the Shadow Haven Motel.

xxx

MacGyver and Jack were jostled as they drove down a pothole riddled side road. The motel was off the main highway in a wooded area. Trees lined the driver's side of the road, and a ditch was on the passenger's side. The road was deserted. That's why it came to a surprise when they heard a vehicle drive up behind them. It started to pick up speed. Mac slowed down and pulled over to the right, to let the car pass. But the car didn't pass them.

Smack! MacGyver and Jack lurched forward as the car behind them rammed the rear of the Jeep. Mac sped up but the vehicle hit them again. MacGyver quickly turned the steering wheel hard to the left and careened off the road, barely avoiding the trees. He slammed on the brakes and ducked down, as he put his arm on Jack's back, forcing him down below the dash.

Mac peered over Jack to get a glimpse of the car that ran them off the road, which had sped past them. It was a black Mercedes.