Frank and Trina had gotten the supplies he needed, as well as a new shirt. After they had gone through the drive through at McDonald's, Frank had driven to a "Park n' Go" lot. As Trina was digging into her pancakes drenched in syrup, Frank took off his jacket, removed the towel wrapped on his arm, and began to clean the wound with some rubbing alcohol. Every ounce in him wanted to yell obscenities, but he held it in, so he wouldn't frighten Trina. He dried off his arm and applied 4 x 4 pads covered with antibiotic cream to the bullet wound. There was no exit wound, which meant the bullet was still in there. It wasn't ideal medical care for a bullet wound, but it would do, for now.

After he was done patching himself up, he swallowed 4 extra strength pain relievers. He put his shirt on, and started driving again.

"Thank you for the pancakes, my belly is much happier now. Where are we going now, Frank?" Trina was full of energy, probably too much sugar from all that syrup.

"Well, darlin', we are going to drive for a while and make sure the bad guys aren't following us, then, maybe later, we can call your mom, and let her know you're safe." He headed east on side roads. It was the opposite direction of the Greene house, but he wanted to be extra sure they didn't have a tail.

"Yes, yes, I want to call my mommy. When we go home, are you going to stay with us? I'll tell my mommy how nice you have been, and you can stay with us."

"Thanks, darlin', that's really sweet. But, I think I am going to do a little traveling. Maybe, I'll go to Mexico for a while. Do you know where Mexico is?" The thought of staying with Trina was a really nice one, but no way he would put them in danger, with all the people that were going to be looking for him.

"Yes, Mexico is a place where they have donkeys, and piñatas, and they eat tacos all the time." Trina was very proud of herself.

Frank smiled at her delightful description, "Yes, that's right."

It seemed like hours since June left to deliver the drive. Matt was nervously walking around the living room, and looked at the clock, 1:04. Okay, she should be making the drop right now, and hopefully on her way back home.

He dropped down to his knees to pray. "Dear Lord, Please be with June. Keep her safe, and give her strength. And Trina, that she's unharmed, and on her way home. Bring some comfort to this hurting family."

After about twenty devastatingly long minutes, he heard the door open. He jumped up and ran to the hall, to see a weary June walk through. She was emotionally drained, but otherwise, appeared to be unharmed.

"How did it go?"

"I did everything just as he said, fought everything inside of me to keep from turning around to see who picked up the box. Jeez, I only hope someone else didn't see me drop the drive in the box. What would I do if the wrong person got it? No, no! I can't think that. It got picked up by the right person, and any time now, we will be getting a call about Trina."

"No doubt this is going to be the hardest part. If we just sit around, it's going to drive us...you crazy, it eats you up. Okay, let's try to do something to take our minds off of the waiting. Do you want to go work out downstairs?" Matt winced as he remembered the beating she gave him yesterday.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, otherwise I'd be going mad, and I'm definitely too wound up to sleep. Oh, Matt, you don't have any extra clothes do you? I could go grab a pair of Garrett's shorts for you." June headed for the stairs.

She really wanted to focus on this one thing, and let everything else stay closed up for now. She was afraid that if she let herself think about it too much, the tears would come, and never stop. A good run on the treadmill always helped, it seemed her mind just floated away, hypnotized by the beat of the thud thud of her feet on the belt of the treadmill.

"Umm...that would be great, are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Yes, it will be fine, it's just shorts, right?" She darted up the stairs, and was back down, changed into her workout clothes, hair up in a ponytail, in under ten minutes. She held a pair of black Nike shorts, and handed them to Matt.

"Thanks, let me go change, I'll meet you down there. Umm... I'll be sure to announce myself before coming down, so you don't feel the need to pulverize me." For the first time all day, they shared a laugh, a real, full-bellied laugh. Matt watched June's face as she was laughing, her eyes gleamed, and her cheeks rosy, made her look even more vivacious.

June took a phone with her to the basement. She also made sure to bring a portable clock. She knew she shouldn't be watching the clock, but she had to at least be able to check the time. She got started with a walking warm-up on her treadmill. She heard Matt announce his way down, and she smiled. Then when she looked up, she saw him wearing the black gym shorts, and her eyes followed up to see his bare chest. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but certainly not puny either. He looked perfect. She really took in all of his features, and then caught his face. His dark eyes, so gentle and caring, his short-cropped brown hair seemed to fit him just right. This was the first time, she was able to look at him and take it all in. Every inch of him read cop, like he was made for it, but she also saw realness, a person who has had a lot of pain, but no longer carries the burden of it. He was smiling as he noticed her gawking at him. She loved his smile.

"Well, then." He smiled again and went over to the universal gym, and started with some cross fly chest exercises. After about twenty minutes, and going through a rotation of the major muscle groups, he went to the stair stepper. June was in the middle of a good-paced run on the treadmill. They were staying pretty quiet, trying hard to focus on the workout, and prevent their thoughts from wandering. After a while, they started a cool down cycle, and finally finished. Both were dripping with sweat and completely burnt. June went over to the clock, and saw it was almost 3:00.

"Okay, I think I have done about as much as my body will allow right now." She looked over at Matt. "No offense, but you look like I feel." She smirked.

"I haven't made it to the gym as often as I like, lately, you know, ridding the streets of scum kind of gets in the way." He smiled and wiped his forehead, while bending over, trying to catch his breath.

They went upstairs, and as they were walking, the phone rang. June nearly dropped the phone. She answered quickly.

"Hello? Do you have her?" Her heart was beating a mile a minute.

"Yes, hi, Mrs. Greene? This is Detective Peters, we spoke this morning."

"Oh, yes, hi." Her heart sank again, they were so close to getting her back, now how many more lies was she going to have to tell before they had Trina home? "Is there any new information?"

"No, sorry, nothing yet. That's what I'm calling you about. We need to review yours and your husband's financial records, to see if there is anything we can connect to his murder. Also, we would like to access your phone records. To do this, we need your permission. Your cooperation in this would greatly help our efforts in finding the person or persons responsible for your husband's death."

"Excuse me, Detective? Can you hold on for just a minute?" She put the phone on mute, and turned to Matt.

"They want the financial and phone records. What do I tell him?" June was so afraid that their investigation would get in the way.

"Well, June, if you deny them, it will only make them more suspicious, and they could come back with a warrant and seize everything, including the computer, and any disks or drives they find. It's better to give them permission, just hold onto that drive until after Trina is home, then your best bet would be to give them everything we have found so far, and let them deal with it."

"Hi, detective, sorry about that. Okay, you have my permission, I hope it helps. So, what happens now?"

"Great, thank you Mrs. Greene. Now, we will contact the bank and the phone company, along with your cell phone company, and we will start searching through all data. We will contact you if something comes up, or if we have any questions." He hung up.