[MD3, 3:40PM, cabins]
>"We don't have time for that, we've got to find Logan
>Richardson, before they kill him .. or worse." September
>interrupted him.
>
>Newt nodded, "And Mrs. Richardson too. She wouldn't
>have gone anywhere without Logan. She my bet is that
>they got to her too."
>
>Kate frowned, "Com'on, let's go find the others."
It was a good idea, but the obvious problem was where to start. Kate had already tried reaching Flynn and Sharlyn by phone, and that hadn’t worked. If in fact they still had their phones with them, they had either turned them off or just weren’t answering. If they had managed to avoid killing each other. More than anything, Kate wanted to find a nice, quiet corner to hide in until her headache passed, but that just wasn’t in the cards, and trying to sort things out was only making matters worse.
The answer occurred to her suddenly. "We have to track down where Docker is - or was - staying," she said suddenly. "They’re going to go after him."
"The fake forest ranger," Newt asked. "I mean, I know he was probably the one who bugged the cabins…"
"And it’s a safe bet he was behind both fires."
"Shouldn’t be too hard to find out," September said. "How many motels can there be around here? Assuming he wasn’t using an alias."
"It’s a place to start anyway." Kate looked back and forth between September and Newt. For the moment, it looked like it was just the three of them. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but just then they could have used the whole team and then some. How were three people supposed to cover all the bases? "Newt, would you mind staying here with Agent Cohen?"
"Cohen? I thought he was locked up in the psychiatric ward!"
"They let him out," September said. "We didn’t know what else to do with him, so he’s inside resting."
"Maybe you can get some details out of him," Kate said.
*****
[3:55PM, in the car]
"Forksville Motor Court," Kate said. It had only taken half a dozen phone calls to track him down. Not that that made her feel any better about it - it was almost as though he wanted them to find out where he was staying. "He checked a few hours ago, shortly after the fire started." She glanced at September and saw the expression on her face. "You’re thinking what I’m thinking?"
"Too easy?"
Kate nodded. "I hate to ask how many traffic laws you broke getting back from Scranton so fast, but do you think you could do it again?"
*****
[4:09PM, Forksville Motor Court]
The door to room 7 was shut and everything looked normal. Not that appearance meant anything. September had retrieved the room key from a reluctant manager while Kate pondered the door.
"One of two things," she said when September returned from the office. "Either he was expecting the gas to do us all in, or there’s a surprise waiting for us in there." The nature of such a surprise was what had her most concerned, especially if Flynn and Sharlyn had gotten here first while they were still being effected by the gas.
"Going through the door isn’t the most appealing option," September said, looking at the key in her hand. She tried peering through the window and found the same thing Kate had when she’d tried it a minute earlier - the curtains were closed tight and there was nothing to see. "Looks like the units are only one deep."
"Probably a bathroom window around back."
"Would he have thought to rig that one too?"
It was a rhetorical question, and the answer was obvious - probably. "One way to find out."
They circled the building and came to a stop at the back of room 7. There was a window back here, and it seemed that someone else had thought of using it first. The window had been broken out.
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