Racing against time

"What kind of vehicle were they going to use for the pick up?" Syd asked impatiently. If she could get this information at least, she could put out an APB.

Wesson smiled up at her. "I couldn't tell you. They always use different types of vehicles when they're in the states. That way they're less predictable.

Syd slammed her fist hard on the table. She was now very worried and very frustrated.

"You're wasting time, Burnett," Wesson reminded her. "You've got to get going if you want to save her."

Syd opened her mouth to say something, but did an abrupt about face, and raced out the door. She looked at the officer who was guarding the interrogation room door. "Make sure that scum makes it back to his holding cell. I've got a plane to catch."

Detective Baines, who was standing in the hall at the time looked at her, completely puzzled. "You have a plane to catch, Burnett?"

"Sorry! No time to explain! I gotta move!" She blew right past Baines, out the door at a dead run, and jumped into her car. She was now headed for Sleepy Hollow as fast as she could push it.

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Meanwhile, the black van carrying members of the Arryo Cartel, Vincent Beretta, and one very naked Nancy McKenna sped off to its destination point somewhere just outside Sleepy Hollow.

"I tried to tell you Michael wasn't going to be there," Vincent admonished the driver. "We've wasted precious time looking for him."

"Listen. The deal was to pick up both of you," said the one who looked to be in charge. "He paid us good money, and we don't skip out on a deal. We had to at least try to find him. Now he's out of our hands. It's all on him."

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that," Vincent finally capitulated. He just wanted to get out of the states with the love of his life as fast as he could. He knew Syd Burnett was one of the smartest detectives on the ****. She would probably soon figure out what was going on, especially if she did capture Wesson. He was sure Wesson would spill the beans, and that Syd might not be too far behind them. The only question was, would Syd come alone, or would she be smart enough to bring backup? He smiled to himself at the thought, because right away he knew the answer. Syd was very emotional where her partner was concerned and that meant she would probably throw all caution to the wind and chase after them alone. Maybe they would end up with two of LA's finest for the price of one? He smiled to himself as he pictured Syd as a crack whore, working for the Cartel. She would deserve it for sure, after all the past trouble she caused for him and Wesson. He looked back at Nancy who was now stretched out on the back seat of the luxury van. She was fast asleep, curled up in a ball. "We'll be there soon," he said to her sleeping form.