C1Victoria

Author's Note: This story takes place in an Alternate Universe. Michelle and Evan are both Rookie Inspectors who have recently joined the SIU. Bryn and AJ do not exist in this AU.

HOLLOW GROUND

Pressing his back to the wall, Nash felt Joe's presence right beside him. Plastered to the wall on the opposite side of the door were Evan and Harvey. Nash put his finger to his lips to warn the others to be silent, although he knew they would take every precaution. Old habits died hard. He motioned for Harvey to stand in front of the door, held up a hand and began to count off silently with his fingers. One, two, three!

Swinging his foot up and out, Harvey kicked in the door and immediately ducked in case Trevor had been lying in wait. The door swung open and slammed against the inside wall, but their fugitive was nowhere to be seen. Nash slipped through the door and quickly stepped to the side. Pausing a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, he motioned for the others to follow.

Once inside, they could all see that this building had been abandoned for many years. Debris and plaster from the walls and ceiling littered the floor. They split up to search the first floor, but came up empty. Meeting back near the door, they shared a look of frustration. Nash shook his head in disgust and whispered to the others the plan for catching Trevor.

"Okay, look, I'll search the second floor. Joe, you take the third. Evan, you have the roof and Harvey, you have the basement. Look sharp and be careful. Getting your selves shot would seriously tick me off. There's way too much paperwork involved in that."

Chuckling quietly, the group broke up. Nash and Joe headed for the west stairwell, while the other two took the east. Harvey caught Evan's arm as they headed for the stairs. "Hey, be careful up there Evan."

"You know I will, Harv. You watch out for spiders down there." Evan chuckled evilly, knowing his partner's aversion to arachnids.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Ev. Leave it to Nash to give the basement to the guy with claustrophobia." Falling silent once more, Harvey made his way carefully down the stairs. He could hear the creak of the steps as his partner made his way up toward the roof. Pulling a mini flashlight from his pocket, Harvey said a silent prayer for his friends searching the building above him.

Raising his hand above his head, Harvey beamed his light into the dim interior of the basement. Darkness enveloped him like a second skin. The tiny flashlight helped only slightly as he picked his way through layers of dust, and moved around a large, very ugly chair that looked like it hadn't seen the light of day since the Kennedy administration. Rearranging his beret, Harvey pulled nervously at his collar. He had obviously stumbled upon some sort of garage sale black hole.

Making his way through the clutter again, Harvey could feel the walls closing in on him. "Ok Harv, get a grip." Stopping and chuckling to himself, he spoke aloud again, "Talking to yourself is definitely a bad sign." Confident that Trevor was not holed up in the basement, Harvey headed back towards the stairs. A small trickle of sweat was forming at the base of his neck. He needed to get out of the cramped basement before he fainted like a first year cadet. As soon as his foot hit the bottom step Harvey heard the commotion above him. He bounded up the stairs two at a time.

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"SFPD!" Trevor was crouched behind an old electrical panel. There was barely enough space for him to fit inside the narrow opening. Evan had almost missed it. "C'mon Trevor, crawl out of there and." He blinked in disbelief. The little sneak had vanished!

Spinning furiously, Evan swore and scanned the rooftop. It was deserted. Where'd he go? Evan moved carefully across the flat roof, gun raised and ready. He halted and listened for the slightest noise, anything to give him a clue as to Trevor's whereabouts. A clatter to his right alerted him. Evan pivoted quickly in that direction.

"Out where I can see you Trevor. Now." As Trevor bolted from his hiding place, Evan fired a warning shot over his head. "Freeze!" Trevor had other ideas, however, and made a break for the west stairwell.

Where the hell does he think he's going? Even if Trevor did manage to reach the stairs, there was no where to run. The abandoned warehouse stood alone on the edge of the city. Holding his gun at his side, Evan raced madly after his prey. If Trevor got to the stairwell it was going to take forever to catch him. And Evan didn't want to have to explain to Nash how he had 'misplaced' their only suspect.

Pulling a gun from his belt, Trevor fired wildly in Evan's direction.

Evan fell to the ground and flipped over onto his back. "Give it up Trevor. Don't make this harder on yourself."

Trevor's shrill laugh filled the air. "Dude, you'll never catch me. I'm untouchable." More gunfire followed.

Evan held his breath, lifted his head a few inches and twisted around. Squinting against the glare of the blinding sunlight, Evan saw Trevor approach the doorway. "So long Inspector!" Trevor put out his hand and bowed deeply from the waist. Evan raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when the door to the stairwell opened and smacked Trevor in the head.

Trevor fell backwards, flailing his arms madly. Evan laughed so hard his side started to ache. He rolled around on the ground for a moment, lost in the madness of that morning's chase. It had to be the oddest thing he'd ever seen.

Joe peered around the door in confusion. "Evan man, did I do that?"

Still laughing, Evan picked himself up off the roof and brushed the gravel from his clothes. "Yep Joe. He's down for the count." Evan approached the dazed figure sprawled out on the roof.

Joe held his hands in the air. "Winner and still champion, Joe Dominguez!"

Groaning and clutching at his sore head, Trevor sat up. "Uh dude, what happened?"

"Don't move again Trevor." Evan leveled his gun at the skinny little kid. "I don't want to have to shoot you. Nash hates it when we make a mess. Too much paperwork." It was hard to believe this punk was the mastermind behind the largest fencing operation in San Francisco.

"Aw, come on dude. Have a little heart." Trevor's face looked sweet and innocent, but his eyes revealed a cold and calculating soul. "You're interfering with a guy's lifework."

"I said Freeze!" Evan didn't want to have to shoot Trevor, but the little guy was pressing on his last nerve. "If you so much as twitch I'll shoot."

"Alright dude, don't get huffy."

Evan inched a few steps closer to Trevor. "Put your hands behind your head."

Nash arrived from the second floor. Since it was obvious that Joe and Evan had the situation under control, he lowered his weapon. Nash pointed at the guy sprawled on the ground. "Joe, cuff his sorry ass."

"Right Nashman." Joe holstered his gun, grabbed hold of Trevor's left hand, and yanked it off his head. He made little effort to be careful as he slapped the cuffs on the kid's slender wrists.

"Hey dude, watch it with those things."

"Uh, sorry dude," Joe replied sarcastically.

The east stairwell door swung open. Harvey, his face slightly flushed, stepped out onto the roof. Evan could see right away that Harvey was in rough shape and needed some encouragement. He tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans. "Joe, you got him?"

"Yeah, thanks Evan."

Clasping his hands together gleefully, Evan strolled towards his partner. "Hey Harv, what took you so long? You missed all the excitement."

Trying to erase the image of the dark, dank basement he left only moments before, Harvey breathed in deeply and replied, "Ah Junior, don't start with me man."

"What, you trip or something?"

"I was in the bloody basement!" Harvey moaned.

Evan struggled with fake tears as he wrapped his arm casually around his best friend's shoulders. "Come on Harv. You know I love ya man."

Laughing at his partner's antics, Harvey shrugged off Evan's arm. As usual, Evan had sensed exactly what Harvey needed. The two men made their way over to where Nash and Joe were interrogating Trevor. It didn't look like either one was having much luck with their prisoner.

"So Nash, what does our young friend have to say for himself?" Harvey was eager to know what, if anything, they had been able to learn.

Nash raised his hand in a gesture of dismissal. "Ah, he's not talking."

Joe smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe the door hit him harder than we thought." Joe leaned forward and put his mouth to Trevor's ear. "Sometimes I just don't know my own."

"Joe!" Nash was in a fowl mood. It had been a rough week. Tracking Trevor down was harder than anyone expected. And it didn't look like things were going to get any easier.

"Wha.?"

Grimacing at Joe, Nash turned his attention to Harvey and Evan. "Harv, I want you to go back down to the second floor. This guy's got more toys than Santa Claus. Hell, he's even managed to get a police scanner set up to unscramble FBI channels. Go over his computer with a fine-tooth comb. His inventory, suppliers, dates, names, places. I want to know everything he knows before you do one more thing today. Top priority."

Harvey gave a quick nod. "You got it."

Nash turned. "Evan."

"Yes boss?"

"Take an inventory of everything on the third floor." Hearing Trevor's anguished cry behind him, Nash stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He laughed at the distraught expression on Trevor's face. "Didn't think we'd find your stash, did ya Trevor?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about dude."

"Sure Bubba, whatever you say." Nash paused. "Harvey, I want you and Evan to stay here and control the scene. Make sure it's fingers off. The CSU boys are the only ones allowed on that floor until I say otherwise. Got it? Good." Nash grabbed Trevor's arm and shoved him roughly towards the opposite stairwell. "I want this one to go by the numbers people. No surprises, and no screw-ups."

"No problem Nash," Harvey replied.

Nash added one last order. "Joe, show Evan where to find the stuff, and then meet me downstairs."

"Sure Nashman."

Nash flung open the door and pushed a protesting Trevor down the stairs. "Alright Trevor, you and I are going to have comin' to Jesus meeting. And if you know what's good for you, before this day is over you're going to tell me what you've done with my car!"

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"Hey Teddy, get out of there. If the boss finds out you've been mucking around with the merchandise he'll skin you alive."

Teddy looked up from behind the wheel and stared forlornly at his brother's pinched face. "Aw, you never let me do anything fun!" It had been that way all their lives. Cameron was very protective of Teddy. At times, Cameron acted like his father instead of a brother. Sometimes.

"I'm gonna smack you upside the head if you don't get out of that car right now!"

"Ok, ok.I'm goin'. Geesh, how come you're in such a mood?" Teddy could tell that Cameron was upset about something. He pulled himself out of the bright yellow convertible and slid down onto the floor next to his older brother.

"I just got a call from The Boss. He said that Trevor's been picked up by the cops. The entire warehouse has been compromised."

"Wow. That's bad, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. That's bad. Come on. There's a meeting downtown in little over an hour. If we leave now we might not be late."

"Ok, Cam." Teddy moved to panel on the far wall and punched in a seven-digit security code. He watched in fascination as the car disappeared down into the floor. It always reminded him of the bat-cave when it did that. Batman was his whole life. Teddy sometimes imagined that he was Batman. It gave him a surge of delight as the false floor slid back into place. The car was virtually invisible.

"Teddy." Cameron walked quickly towards the elevator. "Turn off the lights and let's go. Now!"

Teddy took one last look at the car through the steel grates that covered the floor. He couldn't really see it anymore, but that didn't matter. For one brief minute he was in control, and this was his car. Nothing else existed. The world topside didn't intrude upon this reality. In these stolen moments he felt important. Like a crime-fighter. Like Batman.

"Coming." Teddy hit the switch to dim the lights in their underground hideout. This was his little secret, and no one was going to ever find out about it. Just like the bat-cave! Teddy joined his brother in the elevator. Teddy hadn't realized that he was smiling from ear to ear until he heard his brother's terse words.

"What are you so freakin' happy about? This entire operation just went to shit. And it's going to be my butt in the sling."

"But you didn't have anything to do with Trevor getting caught. How come you're in trouble?"

"Because, stupid.The Boss said so."

"Oh." That didn't make much sense to him, but Teddy was certain Cameron knew what he was talking about. A small chime announced their arrival on the upper level. The elevator doors slid open silently. The magical, brightly-lit world of steel and glass, and secret doors, and panels that glowed with fiery red digital displays disappeared beneath the surface of the earth. All at once they were confronted with the dark confines of the private parking garage. The concrete structure seemed cold to him and, suddenly, Teddy didn't feel so important anymore. The world was a darker place. Teddy hung his head as he slipped into his brother's car.

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"So let me get this straight, you're saying someone stole your car? Your car? The Captain of the SIU, leader of the whole freakin' free world.well, I mean this corner of it anyway. This is the guy that lost his own car? Dude, that's gotta bite." Trevor's shoulders shook as he threw his head back and laughed.

Nash and Joe sat silently. They watched Trevor convulse with laughter. Joe wondered how much more of this Nash was going to be able to take. They had been interrogating Trevor for an hour and a half, but the kid wouldn't crack. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Joe looked over at Nash. He could see the little lines forming at the corner of his mouth. This wasn't going to end well. That car was Nash's baby. Being separated from it the past week had almost driven him nuts. Joe decided to try another tactic.

"Look Trevor, your busted. Just tell us where the car is and maybe we can work out a deal."

"No deals Joe. I'm gonna fry his ass for what he's done." Nash waved his finger in Trevor's face. "You're going down Bubba. That's a promise."

"Hey dudes, don't I get a lawyer? I think I should get my phone call." Trevor cocked his head to the side and looked up at Ronnie. "Hey King Kong, can you dial the phone for me?" Lifting up his handcuffed wrists he said, "I seem to be a bit tied up at the moment." With his last remark Trevor burst into another fit of laughter.

Nash stood up and slammed his hand on the table. "Look you little weasel, I don't care what you want. Either you tell me where you've stashed the 'Cuda or you'll be spending the rest of your life tied to a cot at Fulsom." Nash thought for a moment before he added, "Provided I let you live that long."

"Dude. You seem a bit edgy. You been getting enough sleep?" Trevor shook his head. "That's not good. A person needs a good night's sleep in order to function properly. Otherwise you spend the whole day in a bad mood." He bent over to whisper at Joe. "Tell me Little Dude, has the Captain here been a bit grouchy lately?"

"Don't press your luck Trevor. I'm the only thing keeping you alive right now." Joe stood up, motioned to Nash, and lowered his voice. "C'mon, Nash. We're not getting anything out of this guy. Let him call a lawyer."

Out of the corner of his eye, Joe spied Trevor leaning forward over the table. However Ronnie was not about to put up with his eavesdropping on their conversation, and yanked Trevor forcibly back into the chair. "Hey, watch it dude!"

Joe pulled Nash out of earshot. "You and I both know he can't get out of this. We've got him. Be reasonable Nash. If we don't let him lawyer up he could walk on a technicality."

Nash sighed heavily. "You're right Joe." The last thing Nash wanted was to ruin the case against Trevor. And he was exhausted. Worrying about getting Bobby's car back had been weighing heavily on his mind all week. It was making him testy. Nash motioned to Ronnie. "Take him back to holding."

"Stand up." Ronnie grabbed Trevor by the arm and started moving him towards the back of barge.

As he was being led away Trevor sang out cheerfully, "Oh, Mister Brid-ges." The young man's shrill voice was worse than fingernails on a chalkboard.

"What?" Nash almost lost it. His patience was stretched to the limit. "You gonna start talking now?"

"Dude." Trevor actually looked offended at Nash's statement. He narrowed his eyes and whispered ominously in Nash's ear, "I just wanted to give you a bit of free advice." Trevor glanced around the barge as he said quietly, "If I were you, I'd hurry up and find that precious car of yours before somebody chops it into a hundred little pieces." Trevor's narrow features exploded gleefully as he saw the tortured expression pass across Nash's face.

"Get him out of here!" Nash bellowed.

Ronnie pulled Trevor away from the interview area. As they disappeared towards the holding cells all anyone could hear was Trevor yelling over and over again, "Chop, chop. Hey, anybody want a Cuda-salad? Chopity, chop-chop!!" Trevor's laughter echoed throughout the SIU. Nash turned angrily on his heel and headed back to his desk. Joe trailed behind him.

"Nashman, you know that he's just trying to yank your chain." Nash sat down at his desk while Joe continued to talk. "Trevor's got a buyer looking for a specific product. They want the whole car, intact and in mint condition. You know they're going to be protecting their investment." Nash knew Joe was only trying to help so he didn't interrupt. "Trevor's just the middleman. Once we find these guys we'll nab them during the exchange. We'll get the 'Cuda back. Count on it. Don't let Trevor get to you. There's no way he can worm his way out of this one Nash."

"You finished?" Nash asked curtly.

"Yeah man, I'm done."

There was nothing Joe could say that Nash didn't already know. But he was in no mood for games. He vaguely heard Joe answering the phone behind him. "SIU, Inspector Dominguez."

Nash picked up a pile of papers sitting on his desk and leafed through them mindlessly. Trevor had been right, he hadn't been sleeping well. And it was beginning to show. He knew that everyone was tiptoeing around the office. No one wanted to be the person responsible for setting him off. Nash got up and walked quickly over to Michelle's desk.

"Michelle, any news from Evan or Harvey yet?"

"No Nash."

"Let me know as soon as they report in. I want to get." Nash noticed Harvey walking up the gangplank. His brow furrowed slightly as he moved to intercept him. Surely Harvey wasn't finished so soon? Nash expected him to be at the warehouse all afternoon.

"Harvey, what's up?" Nash didn't like the look on the other man's face. Before Harvey said a word Nash knew it was going to be bad news.

"Sorry boss. It seems we underestimated Trevor's intelligence."

Nash was intrigued. "How so?"

"Despite all the gadgets, Trevor's system seemed simple enough. There was no evidence he had it protected with a firewall device."

Nash was lost. "A firewall device?"

"Yeah, it's usually a separate unit attached to the outside the computer. If I had seen one, then it might have given me a clue as to the complexity of Trevor's set up. Of course, that would have meant taking an entirely different approach."

Nash nodded his head. "I see." In truth Nash didn't fully understand, but he let Harvey continue.

"So.like an idiot, I booted his computer without checking for other safeguards. I started decoding his password, but what I didn't realize was that Trevor's hard drive had remote linked to another mainframe." Harvey yanked off his beret. He was seconds away from tossing it across the room in frustration. "The moment I tried to access the system all the information was downloaded via satellite to his back-up location. And who knows where that's hidden. Probably Timbuktu."

"So you couldn't get in?" Nash's headache worsened as he tried to make sense of the computer jargon Harvey was tossing out at him.

"Getting in wasn't the problem. I managed to break into Trevor's computer, although I'll have to admit that part was a bit tricky."

"Why?"

"Trevor's password was protected with 128-bit encryption." Harvey shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair.

Nash sat down at his desk. "Right."

Harvey smiled indulgently. He could tell Nash was having trouble. Normally his boss was pretty good at keeping up with him, however, it had been an unusual week. "128-bit encryption is top of the line. It takes forever to crack. Very few people can do it with any level of success."

"But you did?"

"Yeah, I did. And that's where the trouble started." Harvey took a deep breath. "Once I accessed the system I realized that all of Trevor's files had been downloaded. The computer detected my intrusion immediately, and dumped his files. Everything's gone."

"All of it?"

"Yes!" Harvey dragged a hand through his tousled hair. "It was a total waste of time. Trevor must be a freakin' genius. He probably designed the software himself."

Nash looked up in confusion as a parade of uniformed officers spilled into the SIU. They carried all of Trevor's equipment. "Harvey, I thought you said there wasn't anything left on Trevor's computer. Why bring in all his stuff?"

"I was hoping to use his equipment to hack into the mainframe. With any luck I'll be able to find out where Trevor sent his files, and then it's just a matter of disabling that system's firewall in order to access his back-ups." Harvey mentally calculated the amount of overtime he'd be putting in that weekend and sighed. "Once that's done I just have to download it back to this computer using the same satellite link."

Nash held up his hand. "Whoa Bubba! English.please."

Harvey chuckled. "Basically, I'm using Trevor's computer to hack into the main computer and retrieve his database."

"Thank-you." Nash rubbed his sore temples. "Get to work. Let me know as soon as you have something."

"Will do boss." Harvey stared blankly at the boxes being piled on, around and near his desk. Someone had even dumped a computer monitor on his chair! Harvey shook his head and mumbled to himself as he repositioned the monitor onto his desk.

Joe approached Harvey's desk cautiously. "Um, Harv."

"Hey Joe, what's up?"

"I just got off the phone with central dispatch. It appears that a repair shop on the south side was busted into this morning."

"And?" Surely a routine break-in wasn't something that needed the resources of the SIU.

Joe looked at the message slip he held in his hand. "Someone broke into Frank's Auto & Repair Shop."

A sense of foreboding washed over Harvey. "Joe, what aren't you telling me?"

Joe hesitated. "Harv, um man.your car's missing."

"Missing! What do you mean missing?" Harvey prodded. "Joseph."

"It was stolen."

"What?" Harvey grabbed the slip from Joe's hand. Why would anyone want to steal his car? The Ranchero was special to him, but it was hardly worth the effort for car thieves. "You've gotta be kidding me! Ah man."

Nash got up from his desk. "Joe if this is some kind of joke, it's not funny."

"No joke. The call just came through."

"Is there some sort of car thieves convention in town that no one told me about?" Nash looked at Harvey's stricken face. "Bubba, you don't look so good. Sit down."

"Huh.?" Harvey was stunned. The situation was almost laughable. "Joe, was anyone hurt?" The mechanics at Frank's Auto took good care of his car, and had for several years. They were like family.

"No. The shop was closed down for the day. I guess the owners are out of town."

"Oh yeah, that's right. They went down to LA for the weekend." Frank had invited him to his daughter's wedding, but as usual Harvey was forced to decline. Harvey never knew what his life was going to be like from one day to the next. It made for a very lonely existence.

Joe shoved his hands in his pockets. "You wanna know what's the weird thing about all this?"

"There's more?" Harvey's mind was reeling with the possibilities.

Nash interjected, "Let me guess, nothing else was stolen."

"Right. The thieves only nabbed Harvey's car." Joe was puzzled by the recent turn of events. "They left a mint condition Mercedes and a 65 Thunderbird behind. If the alarm hadn't been tripped nobody would have known about it 'til Monday. Nashman, how'd you know?"

"ESP."

Harvey pondered Joe's news for a moment. "Nash, you know this means the thieves were there specifically looking for my car."

Nash snapped his fingers. "My thoughts bez-actly."

"But why? Just to piss us off?" Joe wondered.

"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell gonna find out. Joe, go check it out. Take Michelle and see what you can dig up on this robbery. Somebody had to know that Harvey's car was going to be in the shop. Maybe we're looking at an inside job."

"I'm on it." Joe headed out. Harvey returned to Trevor's computer.

Nash shut his eyes. This case was beginning to give him a migraine. Nash slumped into his chair. "Somebody get me an aspirin!"

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Evan tapped his pen impatiently. "Ok Walt, give me another one."

A large, grizzled looking man picked up a muffler from the bottom shelf and started rattling off model and serial numbers. Evan quickly jotted them down on his clipboard. He looked at the list again. It was staggering. Cataloguing Trevor's inventory had taken all afternoon.

Forcing his eyelids open, Evan stifled a yawn. "Hey Walt, do me a favor will ya?"

"Sure Ev, what's up?" Walt Ferguson had been with the PD a long time, but it never seemed to bother him to be taking orders from men more than half his age.

"Finish this for me. I need to take a break."

"No problem." Walt took the clipboard out of Evan's hand. "Hey Cortez."

"Yeah?"

Walt deadpanned, "You look like shit."

Evan responded wearily, "Gee man, thanks."

Evan stretched his hands above his head and shuffled towards the stairwell. His footsteps echoed hollowly in the empty building. Except for the few cops involved in cataloguing bits of machinery stacked along the walls, the building was deserted. Evan jogged down three flights of stairs, and marveled at how clever Trevor's operation had been. It was organized with military like precision.

Pulling his sunglasses out of his leather jacket and sliding them on his face, Evan left the warehouse. Once outside he glanced up at the side of the building. He could barely make out the faded writing stenciled on the side: "FISH MARKET". The paint was peeling, and the building looked ready to fall down at any minute. From the outside it was like any other abandoned warehouse in the city. Evan sauntered over to his truck. It was time to call Nash and fill him in on their progress. Pulling his cell phone off the seat, Evan flipped open the case and dialed.

"Nash."

"Hey Nash, it's Ev." Evan started.

"What's your status?"

"Almost done. They guys are finishing up now. We should be out of here in less than half an hour."

"Good." Nash sounded pleased. "As soon as you're done there, get back to the SIU. We've got a new twist on the case. Someone stole." Evan didn't hear what Nash said next. A thunderous explosion rocked the air. Evan looked up in disbelief as the warehouse he'd been in a few moments before exploded into a thousand pieces around him.

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"That takes care of the warehouse." The Boss tossed the remote detonator into his desk drawer. "Now onto the business at hand."

Teddy watched as The Boss picked up a box of chocolates from his desk and offered them to the assembled group. "Chocolate. The Swiss don't know how to do much of anything, but they sure make damn fine chocolate. Anyone care for a piece." The Boss never really asked a question. People just did what they were told.

Teddy put out his hand eagerly. "Yes please!" He liked chocolate. Teddy didn't think The Boss was such a bad guy. What was Cameron worried about? After taking a tasty looking morsel from the large, expensive box Teddy glanced around the room. He popped the candy in his mouth. How come everybody was so quiet? He looked over at Cameron, but his brother ignored his puzzled expression.

"Cameron, is the merchandise secure?"

The Boss placed the chocolate back on his desk. The Boss' desk filled the whole room. Teddy could barely see over the top of it.

"Cameron. Do we still have possession of the canary?" The Boss was obviously upset with Cameron for not answering right away. Usually his brother paid very close attention to what The Boss was saying. Was he sick? Teddy poked Cameron lightly in the ribs.

Cameron raised his head slowly. "Yes boss."

"Good. I don't want anything interfering with our schedule. And the blue-jay. Tony, you took care of that item like I asked."

"Yes boss."

"Good. How's the eagle's nest coming along Lonnie? Everything's in order I hope."

"Yes boss."

"Good." The Boss nodded. "We can expect delivery early this evening."

Teddy was bored. He didn't like birds. Bats were a lot more interesting. His eye began to wander around the room. The walls were covered with pictures of neat looking cars. Teddy especially liked the dark, black one on the wall behind The Boss' desk. The front end was long and sleek, and it had funny looking wings sticking out the back. If Teddy squinted at it in just the right way, and tilted his head slightly, it looked exactly like the bat-mobile.

The Boss pulled a file off his desk and flipped it open. "Phil.status."

"Everything's a go boss."

"Excellent. Everyone's clear on what they have to do next." Teddy looked around the room as people moved their heads up and down silently. "Ok, clear out of here." The Boss nodded in his brother's direction. "Cameron, stay a minute will you. I need to discuss this situation with Trevor."

"Yes boss."

Cameron proceeded to shoo Teddy out of the room, but The Boss raised a hand to stop him. Teddy stood quietly, eyeing the box of chocolates on The Boss' desk. "Would you like another piece Teddy?"

Teddy's eyes widened with excitement. He walked across the room and selected another candy out of the brightly coloured box. "Thank you Boss."

The Boss smiled at Teddy. "Please wait outside for a minute, will you Teddy. I have to talk to your brother about something. It's very important."

"Sure." The Boss always wanted to talk to Cameron about 'very important' things. Teddy walked out of the room and sat down in his chair outside The Boss' office. He always sat in the chair by the door while he waited for Cameron. Everyone in the office called it 'his' chair. Teddy swung his legs back and forth happily as the chocolate treat melted in his mouth.

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When Harvey and Nash arrived at the warehouse it was organized chaos. Harvey drove Michelle's black Chevy Impala under the yellow tape and came to a stop behind Joe's station wagon. Nash jumped out of the car and approached Joe, who was in deep conversation with the Fire Chief. Harvey followed a few steps behind.

The warehouse was ablaze. Harvey stepped over fire hoses snaking across the ground as he dodged cops, firefighters and medics bustling around him. At the sight of the black vans emblazoned with the word 'CORONER' on the back, and their darkened windows, Harvey felt his stomach churn. Six policemen were dead. And Evan could have been one of them. Harvey scanned the area, looking for his partner. He spotted Evan sitting in the back of an ambulance. Several gashes covered Evan's face, and his ribs were wrapped tightly with gauze. Michelle handed Evan a cup of coffee. Knowing his partner, it was probably a double espresso, extra sweet.

"Hey Harv." Evan greeted him with a tentative smile. Harvey knew Evan was trying to cover up his emotions with a brave face.

"How you doing, man?" Harvey inquired.

"I'm fine. It was nothing."

Michelle gave Harvey a worried glance. "Harv, I think he's still shaken up. Evan was pretty close to the warehouse when it."

"I said I'm fine!" Evan snapped.

"Evan." Harvey put his hand gently on the young man's shoulders. "What can I do?"

Evan sighed heavily. "I'm ok Harvey, really." Evan's voice faltered as his eyes brightened with tears. "When I think about what could have." He squeezed his lids shut. Trying to communicate his jumbled thoughts Evan stammered weakly, "A few minutes earlier, and."

Harvey sat next to Evan and tried to counsel his friend. "Ev, you can't let yourself obsess about could-haves, or what-ifs. It will just eat you up inside. You won't be able to do your job, and that's when you burn out." Harvey paused when he saw the tortured look in Evan's dark eyes. "You'll have to find a way to let it go."

Evan drew in a deep breath. "I know. Thanks Harv, I."

Harvey stood and gave Evan a supportive pat on the back. His friend was going to have to work through a lot of guilt, and he doubted the emotional impact would ever fade away completely. Harvey was about to continue when he saw Nash and Joe moving in their direction.

"How we doing?" Nash worried about his cops, especially the younger ones. "Evan, you ok?"

"Yeah Nash. I'll be fine."

"Good." Turning his attention to group Nash said, "Now let's see what we do about catching these bastards. Joe, any leads at the Auto Shop?"

"I'm afraid not Nash. This job had to be done by a professional. Latent didn't find any fingerprints or any sign of forced entry."

"It sounds too well done. Had to be an inside job. Michelle, what'd you turn up on the staff?"

"Everyone came up clean. No records or arrest jackets. But two people have been hired within the last six months." Michelle flipped open her notepad. "One is a mechanic named Tony Tate. The other is Lonnie Simonson. He started last week. Auto detailing, paint jobs, that sort of thing."

"Ok Joe, you and Michelle track down Tate. Harvey and Evan.take Simonson. Everyone meet back at the SIU." The group nodded their heads and started to move away. Nash rubbed the side of his face and gave Joe a fierce, determined look. "I'll be at the office. Trevor and I are gonna have another little chat."

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Dodging various pieces of scrap metal being thrown at him, Harvey ducked behind a waste bin. "Look Lonnie, we just want to talk to you. Come out and." Another stream of odds and ends flew past their heads. Evan took refuge behind a packing crate. Harvey sat down and leaned against the side of the bin.

"I guess he doesn't want to talk." Evan chuckled. A tire rim from a semi fell at their feet. "Man this guy's strong. What's next?"

"Evan, you are not helping." Harvey admonished.

"C'mon Harv. I'm just trying to make the best of things." Evan ducked as a concrete cinder block flew past him. "You got any bright ideas?"

Harvey thought for a minute. "Yeah, Evan you draw his attention while I sneak up behind him."

"Are you crazy? You want me to intentionally provoke him!" Half-jokingly, and half-seriously, Evan suggested, "Why don't we just shoot him?"

"Because Junior, dead men don't talk." Harvey discarded his beret and jacket. "Just keep him busy. I'll do the rest."

"I don't think that's a very good plan. But if you." Lonnie heaved a porcelain sink across the room. It shattered at Evan's feet. "I think his aim's improving."

Harvey gave Evan a dirty look. "Don't make me come over there and slap you."

Evan cracked a saucy smile. "Hey Lonnie, you can do better than that." He ducked again as more bits scrap material got tossed in their direction. "Missed us!"

Harvey used the distraction to his best advantage and moved slowly around the manufacturing shop. Evan continued to taunt Lonnie. He smiled at some of the insults Evan tossed out. A few Harvey had heard before, but Evan was doing his best to come up with some new ones. Harvey could tell that Lonnie was becoming increasingly pissed off.

Silently, Harvey crept through the office towards Lonnie's location at the back of the shop. He outflanked the other man easily. Lonnie held an oil drum over his head and was about to heave it across the room at his unsuspecting partner. Stepping out into the open, Harvey raised his gun. "Uh uh, Lonnie. I wouldn't do that if I were you. Put it down.Carefully."

The big man was taken off guard. Lonnie swiveled around. Still holding the oil drum above his head, Lonnie looked down at Harvey and smiled. "Why hello, Officer. What can I do for you?"

"Put it down Simonson. Now!" Harvey commanded. "And don't try anything I'll regret."

Lonnie dropped his arms slowly.

"Good, now lower it to the floor." Harvey fixed his steady gaze on giant hulk in front of him. Lonnie towered over Harvey by a good foot, if not more.

"Sure, whatever." Lonnie let go of the drum. It clattered to the floor, the sound reverberating around the entire facility.

Harvey stepped back as the drum rolled towards him. "Not a smart move, my friend."

"Did I frighten the big bad police man?" Lonnie spoke to Harvey as if he were a small child. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Hands on your head." Harvey was not put off by Lonnie's condescending manner. He dealt with all types, and a little sarcasm wasn't about to rattle him. Lonnie didn't move. "Put your hands behind your head. I'm not going to say it again." Lonnie shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told.

Evan called out from the opposite side of the shop. "Harv?"

"All clear. We should to get this guy back to the SIU right away. Nash will want to inter." Harvey heard a loud crash. "Evan?" He paused, waiting for a response. It sounded like the 49's entire offensive line was attacking his partner.

"Crap!" Evan cursed loudly. "God damn son of a."

"Ev." Harvey kept a steady eye trained on Lonnie. "What's going on over there?"

"Fine. I'm fine.I just tripped over all this junk Lonnie threw at me." Evan mumbled something else, but Harvey couldn't make it out. "Stupid obstacle course.Damn it!"

"C'mon man. We haven't got time." Harvey turned his head slightly, distracted by Evan crashing around behind him. The next second Harvey was on the floor. "Ah!" Lonnie had kicked him viciously in the kneecap.

"Harvey?" Evan shouted.

Harvey fired at Lonnie. He hit the larger man in the shoulder, but it seemed to have little effect. Lonnie knocked the gun from Harvey's hand with his foot. The gun skidded under a piece of nearby machinery. He proceeded to kick Harvey again. This time his blows were aimed at Harvey's stomach.

"Harv.?" Evan was closing in on their position. "Talk to me bro."

Lonnie stopped his attack. Grabbing his bleeding shoulder, Lonnie hurried towards the rear exit.

"He's getting away." Harvey struggled to speak. ".out the back. Cut him.off."

"Got it!"

Harvey shimmed under the equipment to retrieve his weapon. Grabbing the butt of the gun, he crawled out and tried to stand up. His injured knee buckled beneath him. "SHIT!" Taking a deep breath, Harvey held onto the machine next to him and hauled himself up onto his good leg. Hopping on one foot, he made his way towards the side exit. He met Evan on the street.

"Sorry Harv, but by the time I got outside he was gone." Evan noticed Harvey's little hop-step and grinned. "Hey man, what happened?"

"Aw, Lonnie sucker-punched me." Harvey leaned against the wall. "I should have known he was going to try something."

Evan shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry about it Harv. We'll get this guy."

"Thanks for the sympathy partner." Harvey gathered his clothes off the ground. Evan had tossed them in a pile on his way out the door. "No really, I'm ok.glad you asked."

"What's your problem?"

"Never mind. Let's go." Harvey reached into his cargos and pulled out his cell phone. "I should call Nash.Damn!"

"What?" Evan slid his sunglasses out of his pocket.

"That behemoth trashed my cell!" Harvey held his phone to his ear and shook it. "It sounds like a maraca."

Evan rounded the corner of the building. "The Department will replace it. What ya bellyaching for?"

"I know. But Ev, this will be the fifth cell I've gone through in the past month. Another one and Nash is gonna think I'm selling them to." Harvey came up short. His partner was frozen in mid-step.

"Um Harv." Evan's head moved from side to side. "Where's my truck?"

"What do you mean? I parked it in front of the." Harvey pointed to an empty spot on the street.

"Harvey?"

"Evan man, I left it right here!" Harvey searched his mind frantically for an explanation.

Evan choked. "Oh man."

Talking over his partner, Harvey spun around and scanned the street in disbelief. "This can't be happening."

"Harv, this is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Harvey sputtered. "How can you."

"You were the one driving." Evan thought for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you locked it?"

Harvey held up his hand. "Don't even go there."

"Maybe you parked it on another street?" Evan said hopefully.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Evan backed up at the look in Harvey's eyes. "Forget I said."

"No, no, no.What exactly are you trying to imply, man?"

"Hey Harv, I just mean th-that maybe you forgot where you parked the truck. It has happened before. Remember the time you."

"Once!" Harvey yelled. "And you promised never to mention that to me again. I can't believe you." In the middle of his tirade a thought crossed Harvey's mind. Bending over to place a hand on his uninjured knee, Harvey chortled.

"What?" Evan demanded. "Harv."

"I was just thinking, I mean. I can only imagine how." Harvey's blue eyes twinkled wickedly as he grinned up at Evan. "I'd love to be a fly on the wall when you tell Nash."

"Me?!" Evan said forlornly. He pointed at Harvey. "No way bro, you're going to tell Nash."

Shaking his head, Harvey muttered, "Think again, my friend.."

"I'm not going to do it." Evan was starting to loose his composure. "You do it!"

In between bouts of laughter Harvey managed to spit out, "I am not going to be the one who explains to Nash how someone stole your truck!"

"But."

"No way. I'm not gonna do it. Face it Ev, you're going to have to tell him sooner or later. It's not like you can hide this sort of thing. Man, your truck was stolen!"

"But you were the one driving." Evan tried to rationalize.

"You already said that."

"It's true. You drove it here. You parked it."

Harvey held up his hand to cut Evan off. "This isn't getting us anywhere. Call Joe. He and Michelle can swing by on their way back to the SIU, and pick us up."

"Um, Harv."

Harvey wasn't sure he liked the tone in Evan's voice. "Yeah?"

"I left my cell phone in the truck."

"Geez-us Ev-van!" Harvey was exasperated with his friend's forgetfulness. "What am I going to do with you, man? Do I need to get you a leash and tie that thing around your neck?"

Evan abruptly changed the subject. "I'll go find a phone." He searched both sides of the street, but couldn't find a working payphone. Dejected, Evan returned. "How are we going to get back to the office?"

Harvey hobbled towards the main road. "I guess we'll just have to take a cab." The throbbing in his knee increased with each step.

"A cab? No way Harv. Are you nuts? They'll never let us forget if we show up at the SIU in a."

"Too bad. I am not walking back to the office." Harvey growled.

"Well, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess if you'd been more careful about where you parked."

Harvey spun around to face Evan. "Me?!"

"Were you, or were you not the last one to drive my truck?" Evan commented for the third time.

"I was only trying to help you out because you were hurt."

"Yeah, well don't do me any favours." They walked along in stony silence for a moment. Evan looked over at his limping partner. "How's your knee?"

Turning his head to look at Evan, Harvey smiled. "I'll live."

"Harv, you know, one of these days you're gonna to get into something that I won't be able to get you out of, and then."

"Oh, Junior." Shaking his head in disbelief Harvey took a few steps back. "Let's not even start comparing the number of times I've pulled your ass out of the line of fire."

Evan flagged down a taxi. "Lonnie almost destroyed you. Face it. I saved your butt."

"I wouldn't have needed your help if you hadn't messed up by distracting me with your little side show back there." Harvey countered.

"Man, how can you say that? We're partners. 50-50, remember?" Evan tried again to convince his friend to tell Nash their bad news. "Harv, you've got to help me with Nash.you're better at things like this. Please Harvey.Nash likes you."

Harvey was amazed at Evan's audacity. "Begging's not going to help, truck-boy."

"Hey, you fellas planning on goin' somewhere?" The cab driver asked sheepishly.

Harvey gave the cabby directions to the SIU. As the taxicab snaked its way up and down the streets of San Francisco, Evan and Harvey continued their good-natured bickering. However, by the time the cab reached its destination, they still hadn't agreed on exactly who was going inform Nash of the recent turn of events.

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Cameron pulled himself weakly to his knees. The Boss hadn't been pleased about Trevor's arrest. He put his hand to his cut lip and winced.

"Cameron, I'm not mad with you. Really, I'm not." The Boss touched his bruised knuckles gingerly. "But I trusted you when you said Trevor could be counted on for this operation. It was your responsibility to keep him in line. How did Bridges find out about the warehouse?"

"I-I don't know boss."

"You don't know. I see." The Boss kicked Cameron in the ribs. Cameron bit his tongue. If he cried out it only made things worse.

"Do you have any idea what this does to my timetable?"

"Yes boss. I'm sorry."

"SORRY!" The Boss slammed his fist heavily on the desk. Cameron could hear the noise reverberating through his skull. "Trevor's arrest has put everything in jeopardy. And now, my plan has to be altered because you couldn't keep that nitwit Trevor in line."

"Yes boss."

"I'll just have to eliminate the problem. And then maybe I can save this operation from falling apart completely. Don't you agree Cameron?"

"Yes boss."

"Good. I'm glad you feel that way." The Boss leaned over, put his gun to Trevor's temple and pulled the trigger. "Problem solved."

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Nash stood outside drinking his coffee as the taxi pulled into the SIU parking lot. The doors popped open, and two of his best officers spilled out of the back. Nash laughed at the unfolding drama. Even from a distance he could see that they were bickering like a couple of schoolgirls. Every few steps either Harvey or Evan would stop abruptly, and twirl around to face the other. Then one of them would walk away, and the whole cycle would start over again. At this rate it's gonna take them half an hour to reach the barge.

Joe walked out onto the deck. "Hey Nash, what's going on?"

Nash laughed again as Harvey clamped both his hands over his ears and looked up into the sky with a look of frustration. "I'm not sure we wanna know Bubba."

"Looks like Harvey's limping."

Nash took another sip of coffee. "I see that."

Joe smirked. "The walking wounded."

"They do make quite a pair." Nash sauntered down the gangplank. "Let's put them out of their misery."

"Maybe we could throw them in holding and sell tickets."

Ignoring Joe's comment, Nash wove his way through the parking lot. Evan and Harvey clamed up as soon as they noticed Nash and Joe. Nash chuckled softly. "I gather you didn't have any luck finding Simonson?"

Harvey was in no mood to be generous. "Ah Nash, we found him, but Evan blew it."

Evan peeked over the top of his sunglasses at Harvey. "Cold Harv, very cold."

Nash held up his hand. "Tell me about it later. Tony's in lock-up. He started squawkin' after being trapped in the same cell with Trevor for twenty minutes. They both work for Humphrey Shapiro."

"Humphrey Shapiro?" Harvey's eyes lit up with recognition. "What's Shapiro got to do with this?"

"Harv, you know him?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, know of him, is more like it. He's the biggest dealer of imported antiques on the Western seaboard. He handles everything you can think of, and then some. Jewelry, furniture, artwork, classic." Harvey hesitated.

".Cars." Nash finished.

Grinning from ear to ear, Evan and Harvey repeated, "Cars!"

Evan could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body. "What's our next move boss?"

Nash returned to the barge. His team followed. "We're waiting on a warrant. As soon as it comes through we raid his offices and warehouse."

"Any word about the 'Cuda?" Harvey asked hopefully.

"Tony's claiming he doesn't know where the 'Cuda's stashed," Nash replied. "He only handled the Ranchero."

Still limping, Harvey rubbed his sore knee and made his way slowly up the gangplank. "Do you believe him?"

"I think so. He was ready to sing like a canary after being locked up with Trevor. That man would try the patience of a saint."

Joe paused at the entrance and waited for Harvey. "Hey Harv, you'll be happy to know Tony did tell us the location of your car."

"Excellent," Harvey exclaimed. "Where is it Joe?"

"Um.man, you're not going to believe this. It's on the top floor of Shapiro Towers."

Harvey wasn't sure he'd heard Joe correctly. "You mean he 'hid' it in his own office building?"

Joe stood with his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his feet. "Yep."

Evan whistled. "Gutsy move, man."

Nash took control of the conversation again. "Harvey, I want you and Evan to cover Shapiro's office. Michelle and Ronnie are already in position at his shipping warehouse. Joe and I will check out his house. Maybe we'll get lucky and this guy has my car stashed in his basement." The group scattered. Nash stopped Evan before he was able to slip out the door. "Bubba, you gonna tell me why you two showed up here in a cab?"

Evan glared at his partner's smiling face before he finally told Nash their tale. "Well, Nash you see, Harvey drove."

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Teddy was getting hungry. He hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. And thinking about the chocolates The Boss gave him, only made Teddy hungrier. Where was Cameron? The Boss said Cameron would be coming back any minute. He told Teddy to wait here for him to come back. So why wasn't Cameron back yet?

Teddy yawned noisily. His eyes fluttered. He was getting tired. And the room was dark. He couldn't see hardly anything. Teddy was worried. Maybe if he lay down for a moment Cameron would show up. His brother would probably be mad at Teddy for falling asleep in the office, but Teddy didn't care. He yawned again and put his small head down on The Boss' enormous leather sofa.

An image popped into his mind. A black cape fluttered in the breeze. Batman jumped into the bat-mobile. Teddy smiled. They raced across Gotham in search of evil.

"Batman?"

"Yes Teddy?"

"How are we going to find the bad guys?"

"With our superpowers."

Teddy beamed. He loved having superpowers. Teddy sank deeper into the leather seat. They hurled through the air. He felt free. He felt strong.

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Harvey looked down at the sleeping child. He couldn't be any older than six or seven. Harvey whispered, "Evan, over here,"

"What is it?" Evan got up from behind the desk. "You find something?"

"Shhh.you'll wake him."

"What? Wake who.Harv, what are you talking about."

Harvey grabbed Evan by the arm, pulled him closer to the sofa, and pointed down at the child buried in the upholstery.

"Oh," Evan whispered. "Where'd he come from?"

"What do you mean, where did he come from? How am I supposed to." Harvey stopped. His ringing cell phone shattered the silence. Damn! He had forgotten to adjust the volume on his new cell phone before leaving the office.

Harvey yanked the phone from his pocket quickly and snapped it open. "Inspector Leek. Yeah Nash. Why am I whispering? Uh, it's a long story." After checking to make sure their young charge was still sleeping, Harvey and Evan stepped into the outer office. "We might have a witness. Um, well I'm not sure.No, the building's empty. Shapiro cleared out. Evan and I are checking his office, but it doesn't look too promising.Michelle? No I haven't heard from her.Right boss. Will do." Harvey clicked his cell phone cover shut.

Turning to Evan he said, "Nash and Joe just finished their sweep of Shapiro's house. They came up empty. It looks like he's trying to skip town."

"What was that about Michelle?"

"He couldn't get through to her, or Ronnie. Nash and Joe are on the way over to the warehouse right now. I'm going to meet them there. Nash wants you to finish tossing the office."

"What about." Evan motioned silently towards the other room.

Harvey headed for the door. "You'll just have to sit here with him 'til I get back."

"What am I going to do with a kid?" Evan whispered frantically. "I don't know anything about."

"Evan, I can't take him to the warehouse." Harvey was getting fed up with Evan's inability to accept any sort of responsibility. "You can handle it."

Evan protested. "But."

"Hi." Evan and Harvey wheeled around in surprise. "Do you know where my brother is?"

"Your brother?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah." The young boy rubbed his sleepy eyes. "His name is Cameron. The Boss said he was coming to pick me up. Will he be here soon?"

"I don't know your brother." Harvey replied. "Does he work here?"

"Yeah." The child looked up at them and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name's Harvey, and this is my friend Evan. What's your name?"

"Teddy."

Harvey leaned forward. "Well Teddy."

"That's cool." Teddy pointed to the police shield swinging around Harvey's neck. "What is it?"

"Um, that's my badge. I'm a police officer."

"Really?" Teddy's eyes turned into huge saucers as he breathed reverently, "You're a crime-fighter?"

Evan snickered. Harvey tossed a dirty look over his shoulder as he answered the boy's question. "I guess you could say that."

"Batman's a crime-fighter. He's my friend." Teddy said proudly. "I have a car like Batman does too."

Harvey tried to humor the child's vivid imagination. "You do?"

"Yeah, 'cept it's not the right color." A frown marred the small boy's features. "But that doesn't matter 'cause Cameron won't let me play with it. Said I wasn't supposed to mess with The Boss' mer-chan-dice."

Teddy suddenly had their full attention. Evan pulled up a chair and sat next to Harvey. Maybe this was the break they'd been looking for.

Harvey eyed Evan excitedly as he questioned Teddy once more. "What color is your car Teddy?"

Teddy yawned as he spoke. "It's lel-lo."

Harvey barely heard the child's half-lucid statement, but he was certain Teddy had said yellow. Which meant that Teddy probably knew where the 'Cuda was hidden! Hopefully the child would be able to tell them where. Now, all they had to do was locate Evan's truck. And catch Shapiro. Simple. Harvey glanced at his watch. It was almost 9 o'clock.

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