Richie and Casey headed back to their rooms, Richie figured whever Duncan and Methos were, by the time they revived, they'd figure they got drunk and stumbled into whever the hell they were. He figured there was no sense in looking for them now, they could be anywhere in the hotel.

The next morning, Casey and Richie headed out across the hotel, asking all the guests if they were interested in buying a handkerchief, and for the price it cost, they all got the same response, 'NO!'

So, after asking every guest in the hotel, Richie and Casey met on the hotel grounds.

"Any luck?" Richie asked.

"No, you?"

"Same," Richie replied, "no one in this hotel wants to buy that handkerchief, I swear, it'd be easier to kill me...I wish they'd quit stalling and get around to it."

A flowerpot dropped from the roof, narrowly missing Richie and Casey.

"THEY'RE GETTING AROUND TO IT ALLRIGHT!" Casey exclaimed.

"It's just a cat," Richie pointed out, "Case, are you sure you asked everybody?"

"Everybody but Mr. Brooks," Casey said.

"Mr. Brooks? I saw him going down to the steam room, you better see if you can catch him," Richie said.

So Casey headed down to the steam room, Mr. Brooks looked like he was about through, so Casey had to act fast.

"Hey Mr. Brooks," Casey acted casual, "can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Mr. Brooks asked.

"Do you catch many colds?" Casey asked.

"No, why?" Mr. Brooks asked.

"I got a handkerchief I'd be willing to sell ya, $5,000," Casey said.

"$5,000, that's preposterous!" Mr. Brooks said.

"Aw, but it's a beautiful handkerchief, it's really nothing to sneeze at," Casey told him.

"Neither is $5,000," Mr. Brooks said.

Mr. Brooks got up and left, as Casey tried to think what to do next, he turned his head and saw a hand in the corner of the room turn up the steam. Casey ran around to see who it was, but they were already gone, and there wasn't any way out other than the doors on the other side of the room, so he couldn't figure where he went. Casey ran over to the doors to get out, but they were locked!

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"Ryan, your luck's running out, if nobody buys that handkerchief, then we're taking you and your friend down to the station," Reilia said.

"Well look, Casey's downstairs in the steam room talking to Mr. Brooks about it," Richie started.

"Well then I say we head down there," Sergeant Adams said.

Richie gritted his teeth, odds were there'd be no one there by now, as they headed down there, they noticed that the area had gotten unusually hot.

"What the...Someone locked this place up!" Reilia realized.

"With steam like that, no one would be able to..." Adams started.

"Hold it, I see someone in there!" Reilia said.

Richie peered through the small glass window and came to a shocking conclusion, "THAT'S CASEY!"

"WHAT!" Reilia asked.

They broke the doors down and found Casey's more or less lifeless body lying on the floor, they revived him with smelling salts and rushed him to the hospital, after a few minutes, Casey was gasping heavily, and started muttering.

"I-I saw a hand come around the corner, and he put on all the steam he could...f-ffull force-I think someone's trying to kill me," Casey said.

"You expect us to believe that, Hanson? For all we know, you probably rigged up that whole thing to lower the suspicion on you and your friend here," Adams said.

"Now listen here Sergeant, I'm getting tired of you accusing me and Richie of being the killer, I'm a citizen and I'm a taxpayer, and it's my taxes that gets you your gun and your badge, and it's my taxes that pays you your salary every week," Casey started.

He figured since these two morons didn't know much about he and Richie, they wouldn't know any better.

"What's the point?" Adams asked.

"Get me a jug of water," Casey said.

"Okay...WATER!" Adams asked.

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After a few hours, Richie and Casey returned to the hotel, Casey opened the door a crack, and slipped loose a wire from a booby trap he rigged, then he opened the door for them to head in. Casey was still exhausted, only now not from the heat exhaustion from the steam room, but from thinking that after tonight, Talbot and his crew would be on a plane heading out from California and the police having no dirt on them couldn't arrest them, and he and Richie would be taken downtown to be charged for the murders. Richie took off his jacket and was about to hang it up in the closet when he slammed the door shut without looking in.

"Every time I open a closet door there's a dead body in there," Richie nervously knocked on the door, "is there anybody in there...huh?"

No response, and Richie couldn't sense anyone around, so he opened the door, and there was no body, but there was still the question of Robert Link's body turning up since he was never found.

"This is getting ridiculous," Richie said, "for once, I wish someone would really try to kill me."

Shots rang out, piercing the window, and narrowly missing them as they jumped to the floor. When the shots stopped firing, Richie picked up an umbrella and waved it in front of the window, when no one fired, he and Casey got up. Richie went to phone the Inspector and the Sergeant, Casey went into the bedroom to lie down. He closed his eyes to get a couple minutes of rest before facing the Sergeant, he rolled over in bed and felt something, he opened his eyes and saw someone lying under the sheets, he figured it was Richie.

"Rich...I didn't hear you come in, what're you doing in here? You're supposed to be in the next room phoning Adams and Reilia, now Rich... you know that all these people in the hotel they're just dying to get us killed, you should be ashamed of yourself, that's why the sheet's on your head."

Casey pulled down the sheet and saw Methos' body lying next to him, Casey jumped out of bed and ran into the next room to get Richie, and by the time he got back to the bedroom, the body was gone.

"Okay, Case, so you messed up the bed, so what?" Richie asked.

"No, Adam!" Casey muttered.

"What?" Richie asked.

"He was right here!" Casey said.

"WHAT! Casey, you're getting me all worked up, now knock this off, you go phone the Inspector, I need a drink," Richie said.

Richie went into the bathroom, filled a cup with some water and started gargling, he turned and saw Duncan's lifeless body in the tub, Richie spit out the water and ran into the next room to get Casey, by the time they got back, Duncan's body was gone.

"MAC!" Richie shouted.

"Where?" Casey asked.

"Must be a leak in the tub," Richie said.

"Knock it off Richie, you go phone the Inspector, now I need a drink," Casey said.

Richie went into the next room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Richie turned to see Duncan's body seated at the desk, "Hello."

It just hit Richie what he saw, he ran back into the bedroom to get Casey, and by the time they got back, Duncan's body was gone.

"Are you trying to tell me that Duncan's body was there?" Casey asked.

"He WAS there," Richie said.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" Casey said, "Mac was there, Mac was there, Mac was there, how could he be? The man is DEAD!"

"Well believe me, for a dead guy, Mac's sure getting a lot of exercise," Richie said.

[Makes sense, only Duncan could die a healthy man,] Richie thought.

"Richie, this is getting ridiculous, is Duncan there?" Casey asked.

"No," Richie said.

Casey jerked him over into the bathroom and pointed to the tub, "is he there?"

"No," Richie realized.

Casey took him over to the bedroom, "is he there?"

Richie pulled up the sheet at the foot of the bed and looked up it, "Yes."

Casey pulled off the sheets and saw Duncan's body back in the bed.

"What the..."

"Cover it up, Case."

"Rich, this ain't good, if the Inspector finds his body here, then we're in trouble!" Casey said.

"I know, we'll hide him in the closet," Richie ran over to the closet door, opened it and saw Methos hanging in it again, "What kept you?" he asked the corpse.

There was a knock at the door, Richie closed the closet, pulled the sheet back up on Duncan and he and Casey went out to the front room and greeted Reilia and Adams.

"Sorry for the trouble, it was just a false alarm," Richie said.

But Reilia caught on too quickly and saw the holes in the wall, he went over to the wall and beside the couch to examine them, then he noticed a problem behind the couch, pushed it forward and found a stiff.

"Robert Link, Phillips' secretary, why'd you kill him?" Reilia asked.

"Go get a sheet from the bedroom to cover the body," Adams told him, "well Ryan, now you have 3 murders to answer to."

"Make that 5, Sergeant," Reilia came back out.

Adams, Richie and Casey went into the bedroom to find Duncan's body on the bed, and Methos' body on the trunk.

"Well, Ryan?"

"No, no, no, Richie couldn't have done this," Casey said.

"What about you, Hanson?"

"No, Casey was with me the whole time these bodies were being moved," Richie said.

"Yeah, I don't know how they got moved around because I've got this place booby-trapped, this door here, I got a wire running from it, up to there, so if someone comes in without us knowing it, they're caught hanging upside-down by their heels. And this...these French doors here, they're rigged too, and we don't have to worry about these windows because we're 3 flights up, and that door...That door leads to Mr. Brooks' room, and I know Mr. Brooks, and I know he wouldn't leave any dead bodies lying around," Casey explained.

The door opened and in came Mr. Brooks, "I'm afraid I did this time."

"Excuse me," Richie went over to Mr. Brooks, "Are you the one that's been playing hide and seek with me and Mac?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Brooks said, "I found the bodies in my room and got panicked so I brought them in he..."

"How could you find the bodies in your room?" Richie blurted out, "I put them in the dumbwaiter!"

"WHAT!" Adams asked.

"Okay Ryan, why'd you kill all those people?" Reilia asked.

"I didn't murder anybody," Richie said, "I'm not the type that goes around killing people, but all the evidence points to me...so...take me down."

Reilia and Adams nabbed Richie and took him down to the lobby, Richie could tell they had in plan a long, humiliating ordeal before he had to go downtown. Adams called in all the hotel staff and guests into the lobby.

"This week has been a pretty unusual goose chase, we've had several suspects, different stories, airtight alibis in some of the most unusual characters," Reilia said, "but we've finally caught the murderer, Richard Ryan, and now you're under arrest for the murders of Louis Phillips, Robert Link, Tracy Feldman, Duncan MacLeod and Adam Pierson."

Then the buzz hit Richie, and he turned to the stairs when he heard someone.

"That won't be necessary, Inspector, as Adam and I seem to have recovered from our deaths," Duncan laughed.

"Mac!" Richie asked.

"How?...Who...you were dead!" Inspector Reilia said.

"On the contrary, the other night, Adam and I decided in order to catch the real murderer, we must disappear from the public eye, so we feigned our deaths, something which Mr. Ryan had no knowledge of...After he disposed of us in the dumbwaiter, someone had found us, panicked and put us on the elevator, the same one Mr. Ryan kept stalling to open last night. He found our bodies and assumed the killer put us there to frame him, which was correct. So, when Mr. Brooks found us and put us in Mr. Ryan's room, while he was absent, we decided to move ourselves around. And in between that, we found out that Mr. Ryan had his own plan of finding the murderer, a handkerchief involved in the murder of Inspector Tracy Feldman," Duncan explained.

"That's right! I asked everybody about the handkerchief, nobody was interested," Richie said.

"That's what they wanted you to think, Mr. Ryan, Mr. Hanson, the Inspector, and the Sergeant all knew one thing that was kept under the table. There was no handkerchief, Mr. Ryan had burnt it. Yet he knew that the killer wouldn't know and asked everyone in the hotel. But that's where he made a mistake, he only asked the guests, now if he bothered to ask the staff, he would've found..."

Mr. Chandler pulled a gun out of his jacket and had everyone keep their hands above their heads while he backed up, and he was about to get out of the hotel when Richie beat him over the head with a bottle of champagne that rested on the front desk.

"Mr. Ryan, we apologize, as for Chandler, he'll be looking to 40 years in prison for 3 counts of murder," Sergeant Adams said.

"Mac, did someone bump you off?" Richie muttered to him.

"Yes," Duncan replied.

"And how did you know about the handkerchief?" Richie asked.

"Joe told us, lately he's been hiding out to gather this information," Duncan explained.

"That guy Chandler, he didn't really murder 3 people, did he?" Richie asked.

"No, just Feldman and Link, the Immortal that killed Lou is long gong," Duncan said.

"But we ain't saying anything to get Chandler time off, are we?" Richie laughed.

"Not a chance," Duncan replied.

"Good to have you back," Richie told him, "I'm so happy to see you alive, I could kiss you!"

"Uh..." Duncan pushed Richie's mouth away from him, "not until we locate a toothbrush."

So, the next day, Richie, Duncan, Joe, Methos and Casey had attended Lou's funeral and now were on a plane heading back to Washington, Richie and Casey were glad to be free men. Which was more than they could say for Mr. Chandler. Lou, Tracy Feldman and Robert Link had been laid to rest, but they figured Feldman wouldn't be getting any rest where he was going.