Harry's mind swam in a drunken tunnel, taking in the quiet tones of the IAB agent. Mom... Diane? What could he do to help them?

"I'm doing you a favor. Martyrdom covers a multitude of sins. I'm going to have Lopez remove the tape from one of your hands, Denby. Then you are going to write exactly what I say on this paper. Just a short note to Martens, okay? Are you with me?"

Mrs.Denby grabbed Diane's hand before she exited the car, "It's all right, Diane. I'll be fine."

"I just think you'll be safer down at the station," Diane said with concern.

"I know, dear, but I can do more here." She leaned over and kissed Diane on the cheek. "Are you sure you can find his place all right?"

"These directions you wrote down are great and I know the area pretty well. I'll get there."

"May God send his angels to guard over you." At that, Mrs. Denby left the car and walked up the steps of St. Mark's Cathedral.

Diane took a long look at the face that Katherine had sketched on the pad lying on the empty seat. It was unmistakable. The watcher who had been outside the precinct reading the newspaper. She knew that Harry would be in danger if this IAB agent was bad. But how did he find her at Mrs. Denby's house in the suburbs?

She pulled back out into traffic and raced to meet Andy at Harry's apartment. Then it came to her. Danny's phone! The agent had traced Danny's calls to her from the IA tap that was on Danny's phone. Stupid! Why hadn't she remembered that? If this guy had gone to the trouble of driving out there to find her, she hoped he hadn't yet had the time to track down Harry.

After fifteen more minutes of world class city driving, Diane pulled up to the address Mrs.Denby had given her. It was an older apartment building, but nicely kept. She scanned the street for Andy's car, but there was no sign of it.

There was a familiar vehicle, however. She couldn't be sure, but the car that had been out at Mrs. Denby's earlier in the day looked just like the one parked next to the curb less than a block away.

She let her hands rest on top of the steering wheel and bit her lip. If Harry was inside she had no way of telling if he was alone or not. But she couldn't just sit there and wait. What if he was in trouble? Hadn't he risked his life for her?

And there was one other problem. Miguel.