"BA, I appreciate your help, but...I just need a little time."

"You had three weeks now. How much more time you need?"

"When I know, you'll know, okay?"

"No, it's not okay. Just call him."

"Oh, sure. Out of the blue, he gets a call. 'Hi, you don't remember me, but I was your son for a while.' "

"All you gotta ask is if he knows where your aunt is."

"I know what to ask! Look, I've waited this long, I can wait..."

"Bull. How much sleep you got the last three weeks?"


"Think I don't hear you walkin around all night? Or see the bags under your eyes? Hannibal does. And Murdock. Even Frankie. You call him or I will."

The bedroom door slammed in his face, but BA didn't move.

Face stared at the number taped to the phone. With shaking fingers, he started to dial.