Evelyn Huston was waiting to pull into the quiet cemetery when she saw the beige Cavalier. "That's a new one, " she though. She looked at the plates and noted that Budget Rent-a-Car sticker. She had come here every day for the last 25 years to take care of Harold and she knew the regulars. Seeing as it was a weekday that was usually the only ones that would come. Like Mrs. Ross, who visited her father, or Mr. Martin who visited his daughter. And of course, that nice young man Trent. "Such a sad story," she thought. The car pulled out and Evelyn pulled her car in, waving. As she drove slowly around, she spotted another car. "Speak of the devil," she said aloud as she spotted the light blue Corvette.

As she drove closer, she realized that something was wrong. She couldn't see Trent anywhere. Craning her neck to see she finally saw him. She slammed on the brakes and quickly got out of the car and ran to the prone figure.

"Trent! Trent," she called, gently pushing him. It was then she saw that large red stain, slowly spreading across his back.

**

"Freud believed that there were three parts to a person's personality that shaped him. These were the id, the ego and the superego." Jessie was standing in a lecture theatre, in front of her first-year psychology class. As she continued to enlighten them to the theories of Sigmond Freud, she noticed the tall dark Hispanic man moving slowly towards her down the stairs.

"The id is purely instinct driven. It wants to do whatever it wants, regardless of the consequence...umm..." Her concentration was wavering as Carlos hesitated on the stairs. The expression on his face sent shivers up her spine. Something was wrong...very wrong.

"Um...Ladies and Gentlemen, can you please excuse me for a moment?" She motioned Carlos over to a corner of the room.

"Oh God, Carlos. Is he..." her voice faltered as she expected to hear the worse. Steadying her, he told her what he knew. Trying to control herself, Jess took a deep breath and approached the podium.

"Well, guys today is your lucky day. Something has come up and class is over for today." She tried to keep her voice steady, even though her knees were ready to give out. "We'll continue next week." With that, she collected up her notes and marched out the side door, followed by Carlos.

**

"Walker?" His partner's voice brought the Ranger back to the present.

"Yes, Trivette?"

"Mrs. Huston here," Trivette motioned to the elderly lady behind him, "has given us a place to start. There was a rental car leaving when she got here. A beige 2000 cavalier."

"Ma'am," Walker said, tipping his hat. He turned back, looking at the familiar gravestone.

"Something wrong, Walker?"

"Yeah, I just can't put my finger on it."

"It's the flowers." Both Rangers turned to face Mrs. Huston.

"Pardon me?" Trivette asked.

"The flowers. They're roses. Trent only brought lilacs or nothing at all. Someone else must have put them here."

**

Despite the regular hospital noise just outside the door, Jessie found the silence of the waiting room oppressive. She got up and began to pace. She was on her fourth lap around the room when Carlos entered, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

"Here. Drink this," he said handing over a cup. Jessie mechanically did what she was told.

"I hate this waiting, Carlos," she told him. "I just hate it."

"I know, Jess. Unfortunately, I have been here more times than I care to think about," he told her, trying not to count them.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Before Carlos realized she wasn't asking him, she continued. "Who would do this? Why?"

"I don't know, Jess. But we are going to find out."

**

"We called all the Budgets in Dallas and they have 16 Beige Cavaliers currently renting in the Dallas area. Here is the list of names." Trivette placed the list in front of Walker. "Unfortunately, nothing jumps out."

Walker took the list and thoughtfully read it.

"Here. Start with this one," he said, showing him a name. Trivette raised an eyebrow in surprise.

**

"Air Canada, Flight 372 for Toronto, with connections to Montreal, Winnipeg and Regina, Calgary and Vancouver, now boarding at Gate 23," the voice over the intercom announced.

He smiled to himself as he gathered his things. Everything had gone off without a hitch. He had followed Malloy for only two days when he had gotten his chance. And the cemetery! He couldn't have asked for a better place to do it. He had finally made that SOB pay.

**

"The car was dropped off a couple of hours ago, at the airport location. I've told them to hold it for us. We are just trying to locate the hotel now," Trivette reported.

Walker's phone rang. Picking it up and saying his name, Walker listened intently. Finally, he spoke. "We're on our way." He threw himself out of the chair, grabbed his hat and motioned for Trivette to follow.

**

What have you got?" Walker asked the uniformed cop standing before him.

"The guy from the kitchen came out to dump the garbage and saw this." He lifted the shotgun in his hand to show the Ranger. The gun was sealed in an evidence bag. "It is the same caliber as the one you are looking for."

"Good. Get it over to the lab as quick as you can. I want ballistics done immediately." Turning to his partner, and motioning to the building behind them he said, "I think we just found the hotel."

**

"Hey Walker," Carlos said tiredly. Jessie was beside him, sleeping with her head on his shoulder.

"Hey Carlos," Walker whispered. "How is he?"

"They are still trying to stabilize him. He lost a lot of blood and they can't get the bullet out until he's stable enough for surgery. Did you find anything?"

"Yeah. Come on out in the hall."

After, slipping out from under Jessie, Carlos followed Walker to the hall. "We found the rental car and what we think is the gun. He dumped it behind the hotel he was staying at. He was even kind enough to give us a name."

"Who?" Carlos demanded.

"Steve Baker." Carlos' face registered the shock.

"Sam's brother? But they weren't particularly close. And it's been almost a year. Why?"

"I don't know. We think he headed back to Canada. A flight to Toronto left about an hour after he dropped the car off. We know there was a Steve Baker on it."

"I don't get it," Carlos muttered, shaking his head. Suddenly he looked up at Walker. "I want to go."

"Carlos..."

"No, Walker, I have to go. I can get her to help us." Walker knew implicitly who he meant. As he was about to respond they were hailed by the doctor.

"Hey Doc. What's the news?"

"The bullet is very close to his T11 and T12 spinal nerves. We don't think there has been any damage to these but we don't want to do the surgery until he is stabilized and the swelling's gone down some. We are keeping him sedated to prevent him from moving around and possibly dislodging the bullet."

"Can we see him?" Carlos asked.

"One of you can stay with him if you like, to keep him calm in case the sedation wears off. Follow me."

"Just a minute, doc." Carlos went into the room to wake Jess and give her the news.