Peter stared at the bag of evidence filled with dust Diana had brought back, together with Neal. What was this? And a cover of a book?

"Is this the book? With the page?" he asked and Neal made a little 'sorry' shrug. "How did this happen?"

"I drilled a hole in the glass."

"You drilled a hole in the glass," Peter repeated. Did he for a second believe that that was okay to do damage to others' property? "And?"

"That's all I did."

Ancient books did not turn to dust by that. He glanced at Diana.

"That's all he did, boss. As far as I know. The casing was intact except for a small hole."

"Neal, somehow you managed to make my dog an accomplice to a robbery."

"Elizabeth said I'd bear the brunt of this," the kid mumbled to Satchmo. He sat and looked awfully humble in the visitor's chair of his office.

"You know, I give you an inch, and—" Peter held up the bag of dust.

"Now it's light reading," Neal tried. Peter was not yet in the mood for jokes yet.

"Too soon," he warned the kid. "The planetarium intends to prosecute."

"This book is a forgery," Neal said with certainty. "Brahe lived on an island. He ran his own paper mill, primarily from tulip-tree stock, which has a very low acetic content." Peter could nothing but sigh to all these facts. Had the kid googled it before or after he drilled that hole? He had not even knew Brahe was Danish. "Look, the real manuscript could be left in a turkish bathhouse without risk of harm," the kid continued. "The one from the planetarium turned into a shrinky dink the second it hit the air."

Peter only listened with half an ear. He looked at the inside of the book cover lying on his desk.

"So Roland intended for you to destroy this book," Diana asked.

"Yes."

"Whew…" Peter whissled when he realized that Neal was spot on.

"What?" The kid leaned forward to see what he saw.

In the spine, where the book had been, was five squares drawn. The top had a sun and the bottom the moon. The other three squares were empty.

"These symbols," Peter said. "I've seen them before, on Savannah's anklet. Which was given to her by her grandfather."

"So Savannah's the next clue."

Peter nodded.

"Is it too soon to say 'I told you so'?" the kid asked.

"Yes."

Jones knocked on the door frame and entered.

"Con ed is reporting an increase in power usage at the home on 68th.""Okay. I'm going to 68th. Diana, I want you to run point here. Jones, you stay with James and Josh at command center. Gelles has to make contact soon so we can set up the drop." He pulled out his harness with his gun from the drawer and pulled it on. "If he's in the house with her, this could get ugly."

"What if I could lure him out of the house?" Neal asked.

"How?"

"Tell him James doesn't have the money. It's all tied up in the treasure hunt."

"The only way he gets his ransom is to give us Savannah's anklet." Could work. If Galles believed him.

"Give me two minutes on the phone with him."

"Okay. Let's do it. Neal, go with Jones."


Waiting was not Neal's best trait. At least it was not in the van, he told himself. But with an anxious father and uncle.

When the timer on the feed of Savannah switched to exactly one hour left, the phone rang from an unknown number.

Jones nodded to him that he was ready with his equipment. Neal grabbed the phone. A child's life was at stake here.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Put James on."

"No."

"Damn it. I said no cops."

"I am the farthest thing from a cop that you can imagine," Neal said. "I'm James Roland's in-house council. I'm here to ensure that everyone gets what they want."

There was silence.

"I'm listening," said the voice on the other end.

"Savannah was wearing an ankle bracelet. It's the key to unlocking Mr. Roland's fortune."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, Mr. Roland left behind a rather unorthodox will. It's a game, and now we all have to play along."

"I'm not bringing Savannah to you."

"Then just the bracelet."

"What, y-you think I'm an idiot?" the voice barked at the other end. Yeah, it did sound like a fairytale. Neal decided to switch tactics.

"Come on, Brett. We know who you are," Neal said. "And we know from your video feed that you don't want to hurt Savannah. The brothers just want to settle this quickly and quietly. You know how eccentric Roland was. Bring us her anklet, and you'll get your money."

Neal got a tone. Galles had hung up.

"He hung up?" James asked. "What does that mean?"

"We caught him off guard, all right? He just needs to formulate a new plan."

Then the timer under Savannah's image rushed down to zero, and the feed went black.

"The clock just went to zero," Jones said.

"Ohh! Damn it!" James yelled and backed away, hyperventilating by the window, fighting to regain his footing. Neal saw that Josh was looking at him. Neal indicated that he should help his brother. After a moment, Josh rose from his chair and walked to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. Maybe the two brothers could unite in this tragedy.

Though Neal was confident Galles would not hurt the girl, there was a risk that he had changed to odds for this by his doings. He wondered how Peter could live with this risk every day. IT was because he had rules to follow. Rules that were based on years of experience. Neal took pride in not following the rules. It had a flip-side.


"Peter, did you hear the call?" Jones asked over the radio.

"Copy," Peter answered. "No movement at target one. Team three?"

"No movement here, over."

"Peter, he may not be at any of these locations," Diana's voice broke on the radio. "Con ed got back to us. The power blip before was caused by the air-conditioning unit. Nobody's in that home. You're definitely in the wrong place."

This was not what he wanted to hear. They were desperately running out of time.

"Okay. I want you to recheck every inch of Gelles' home," Peter said over the radio. "I want phone records, receipts, anything that tells us where he's been in the last couple of months."

"Copy that."

Peter dropped the radio in his lap.

"Where are you, Gelles?"


Neal sat with the two brothers, giving whatever comfort he could, explaining what the FBI agents in the room were doing and how things worked.

Someone entered the room, but Neal did not think much of it. The household had staff. But Josh flew to his feet.

"Gelles?"

"You know who I am. What's the point in hiding?"

The agents were on their guns, but James was faster. He shot out as a ball from a cannon rushing towards the man, ready to rip him apart.

"Easy!" Jones yelled. An agent caught the attacking brother stopping him. "Easy! Easy."

Galles held up Savannah's anklet and showed the screen of his cell phone with the other hand. The feed with Savannah, but this time with sound.

"Daddy, where are you?" the girl called. "Uncle Josh? Help me!"

Now it took agents to hold both the brother back.

"See? Now, anything happens to me, anybody follows me when I leave, and you can all sit around and watch her die," Galles said. "I'm the only one that knows where she is, and I'm not telling till I get my money. FBI agents, out. Now. Now! Go."

Jones exchanged a look with Neal. Very delicately, so Galles would not note the connection, Neal nodded.

"Let's clear out," Jones said to the team. "Let's go!"

Without the FBI, it was only him and the brothers left in the room.

"I stay," he said.

"Guy on the phone."

"I am."

"Here," he said and threw him the golden anklet. "Find my money."

"All right, we can do this," Josh assured his brother. "Just like one of dad's stupid scavenger hunts when we were ten."

Neal held up the anklet horizontally to see all the charms.

"Between the sun and moon, there's a bicycle, a tennis racket, and a camera. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Christmas when I was ten," Josh said.

"Yeah," James nodded, getting his bearings back. "You got a bike."

"And you got a tennis racket."

"Who got the camera?" Neal asked.

"Nobody," Josh said, perplexed. Neal glanced at the charms again. What to do now?

"No. Dad did," James said. "And he took a picture of the three of us."

"Where is it?"

"Probably somewhere in the house," Josh said.

"Find it." They stared at him. Yes, he commanded them in their own house. Sorry about that. They left.

"You all packed up and ready to go?" he asked Galles when they were alone.

"I'll leave when I'm ready. You can't touch me."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you've got it all under control," Neal said. "What could possibly go wrong? The old man forged the wills. We have no idea where the real ones are or how much he even left these guys."

"Oh. Come on," the man said, looking around in the richly decorated room, part of a vast estate. "He left them plenty. I knew him."

"Then how could you do this to his family?"

"I came to him a year ago. I told him, 'I have money problems, and I need help.' And you know what he said to me? He said: 'Make a plan. See it through.' 'Make a plan. See it through.' Advice taken." The man grinned, proud of himself for revenging the unfair treatment with the, now, dead man's own words.

"The crime isn't the hard part," Neal told him. "Hard part's getting away with it. You see, you never know how an investigation is gonna go. Or what little clues you might accidentally leave behind. I hope you've learned to sleep with one eye open."

Galles glared back at him. Neal knew these terms. He had experienced them. Part of him enjoyed the game because that was the way he was, but he would never do a crime that could put him away for life, as Galles just had.

Then a thought struck him. If he ran with Mozzie, that was exactly what he was going to do. He turned away and left the room, to help the brothers in the search for the photo. He had to make his friend wait until he had served his time.

"I've found it," James called, and Neal followed the voice. Galles caught up with them.

The photo was on a pillar supporting a bookcase.

"I thought the photo was of the two of you." There was a boy with a bike and half of their father, holding an arm across the boy's shoulder.

"It was. My father cut it in half."

"Where's the part with your brother?" Galles asked.

"Here," James said on the other side of the pillar. And there was a boy with a tennisracket and the other half of the father.

"Do you see anything in these pictures?"

"No."

"No."

They hooked them down.

"All right. Nothing behind them. Nothing on the back." Neal backed away a bit, studying the situation. "They're in the same place, exactly opposite each other. What was the last line of the will? It's the same in both."

"Something like 'when it's all said and done, there shouldn't be anything between you,'" Josh answered.

"'In the end, there should be nothing between you'," Neal quoted as he remembered it.

"'Which is everything'" James read from the will.

Neal knocked on the pillar. It was not solid and was made out of wood.

"We need to see what's inside here."

"No," James said, crossing his arms, glaring at Galles. "Not until we know where she is."

"Break it!" the kidnapper returned. "Get something and break it open now."

"James…" Josh said.

"Get something and break it!"


"Bingo!" Peter heard Diana's voice over the radio, and he got the engine started. "1014 Wellesley. His bank sent us a check he cashed for an off-the-books job."

"Who lives there?" Peter asked as he got the car up to speed.

"Nobody. It's been on the market for over a month."

"I'll be there in five. Get me some backup."

"You got it."

"You need to hurry, Peter," Jones said. "Neal's still in there with Gelles."

Peter got there at the same time as his backup.

"It's an office building!" he called on the radio.

"It is," Diana answered. "According to the blueprints, it is open landscapes on the first three floors."

Okay. Peter left the car, and they got inside. He directed the team to spread over the first three floors while he took and took three men and went for the fourth floor. Where there were rooms, Peter figured it was more likely to lock away a hostage.

"Move! Move!" he called as he rushed up the stairs. "Savannah, do you hear us?"

There was no response.

"FBI! Open up!" an agent called as he broke through the first office door. It was empty.

They went on and forced through on the next. Toys tumbled out of the way as the door flew open. Peter put his gun back. A girl peeked out from a couch. He felt his pulse settle back to normal.

"Jones," he called over the radio. "Take him down."