White Collar: The Labyrinth ch 11
Chapter Eleven
"Judge Halloway…"
"You better have something real for me this time, Agent Hughes."
"Not exactly, but…"
"Stop right there. In the past three days I have given you seven highly questionable warrants and other than several pending lawsuits what has it gotten us?"
"Nothing, but…"
"The answer is 'no', I can't keep doing this." Halloway interrupted again. "I know this is personal for you, but I can't just let you invade the private properties of everyone Agent Burke has ever crossed paths with."
"Charlie, please…"
"Look, bring me something, *anything*, a shred of evidence no matter how thin, and I'll have a warrant on your desk in five minutes, but I can't issue another one without at least decent probable cause."
"I have probable cause, my Agent is missing and one of these scumbags is responsible!"
"I'm sorry, Reese, I know how hard this is."
"What do you know about it?" Hughes snarled as his temper flared. "When was the last time someone you were responsible for disappeared?!"
"You're right, I don't have have a team the way you do and I'm sorry this has happened." Halloway said with genuine sympathy. "But I can't help you. I've done all I can."
Hughes slammed his phone down as the Judge hung up on him before shoving it off the desk in a fit of frustrated rage. He knew he shouldn't be angry at Halloway, the Judge really had put his own job on the line by granting the warrants that he had. With no real leads Hughes had been using every resource he had to tear apart the city without even a trace of his missing Agent or his CI. So far they had managed to keep the media out of it, but with the increased raids and activity it was only a matter of time before some reporter caught the scent of blood in the water. Once the kidnapping was public knowledge they were going to have to deal with a flood of false leads from people trying to grab some attention at the cost of the integrity of the investigation.
They had a good idea when the pair was taken and glancing at his watch Hughes took note that they had passed the seventy-two hour mark six hours ago. When everything had started Hughes had been about to pack up to leave for the day when he noticed Peter's office was empty. Diana had been finishing up some paperwork and he'd asked her if she'd heard from him, she hadn't. Peter had taken Caffrey with him to a scheduled appointment to meet with a witness in a fraud case they had been working on that was set for ten am. The pair often worked out in the field all day and didn't always physically return to the Federal Building but Peter was religious about checking in at the end of the day.
Feeling uneasy Hughes had called Peter's phone only for it to go directly to voice mail. Not wanting to raise an alarm just in case it was something as simple as the battery dying on Peter's phone, but also not willing to just assume everything was okay Hughes had tried Caffrey's number and got the same result. With his gut starting to scream at him that something was wrong his head was trying to telling him that if something had happened that the anklet would have alerted them to being cut.
Reminding himself that the anklet wouldn't protest if its wearer was simply dead Hughes slammed his password into the program that tracked Caffrey's whereabouts. At first he had breathed a sigh of relief to see the dot that indicated Caffrey's location was still moving and near the busy corner of 6th and 47th. It wasn't until he hit the button that brought up a full history of Caffrey's movement all day that the bottom of Hughes' stomach opened up into a sickening pit. They had made it to their meeting, but since ten thirty that morning Caffrey had been traveling in a continuous loop around the greater Midtown area at an average speed of twenty-five miles per hour. There was no reason that Caffrey would be circling the city like that for six hours that didn't spell trouble.
Quickly making the decision to send out the alarm a task force had been mobilized within fifteen minutes. The first mission was to hunt down Caffrey and to that affect a SWAT team had been sent out to converge on his location. Pulling over a terrified taxi cab driver they had torn apart the cab and found the still active anklet under the seat. Whoever had taken the pair had been smart enough to search Peter for the small magnetic key that he kept with him in case of emergency. With the tracking device peacefully riding along in the cab they had lost the critical first hours in the investigation. The past three days had been a frantic and frustrating exercise of chasing phantom leads, dead ends, and their what felt like their own tails.
"Sir?"
Hughes jolted at the sound of Diana's voice. He hadn't even realized that he'd been staring blankly at his desk for the past few minutes, at a loss as to what to do next. Hughes looked up hopefully at Diana but the look on her face told him the news she had wasn't good.
"What is it now?"
"Mozzie is here." Diana replied.
"Mozzie?" Hughes asked surprised.
"I can't believe it myself. He's downstairs."
"I'm desperate," Hughes said in a defeated tone "send him in."
"I would but, uh, he's refusing to show proper ID or even give a last name for a Visitor's Badge."
"Just go down there and get him, I'll take the heat for it later."
"Yes, Sir."
Hughes wasn't sure that he had the patience to deal with Caffrey's odd friend at the moment, but his hope was that if the reclusive man was willing to step foot in the Federal Building then he must have something. The FBI dealt with its problems 'in house' whenever possible but right now Hughes would shake hands with the devil himself if he thought it would help. Diana and Mozzie were exchanging a few words of general concern with one another as she lead him into Hughes office. Looking stressed from three days without much sleep Diana backed out of the office leaving Mozzie behind as she closed the glass door. For a long uncomfortable minute the two men just stared at one another. It took Hughes an additional moment to realize that Mozzie had no intention of speaking first.
"Thank you for coming." Hughes said as cordially as he could.
"Thank you for inviting me…oh, wait, I wasn't. You guys didn't even tell me what was happening."
"There is procedure to be followed, this is an FBI matter."
"Neal is my friend and he's missing too."
"Do you have useful information or not?" Hughes growled.
"I have information, I don't know if any of it is actually useful." Mozzie admitted.
"Story of your life I'm sure."
"Hey…"
"I'm sorry." Hughes apologized. "Please, what have you learned?"
"I've learned that despite your best efforts to keep it a secret absolutely everyone whose anyone seems to know that you're missing an Agent, even if half of the people I've talked to don't know his name. People are talking a lot but they are saying nothing at the same time. There's just this…buzz. However the noise is coming from seemingly everywhere and any time I try to get closer to the source of the sound it gets quieter and quieter until there is absolute silence. Whoever has Neal and Peter has enough power to have total loyalty when it comes to keeping the details a secret. About a dozen bosses are taking credit for the kidnapping, but not in a serious manner. Everything I've heard is just bluster and bravado, 'fish stories'."
"You have to know something." Hughes insisted.
"Listen, Suit Supreme, I'm doing everything I can but despite what you might think these kind of violent criminals aren't the circle Neal and I run with."
"I just need a name."
"I don't have one. I would give you one if I had it, but trust me, none of these clowns that are claiming responsibility for this have them."
"How do you know that?"
"They don't have the details of the kidnapping right."
"How do *you* have the details right?" Hughes asked dangerously.
"I…uh…" Mozzie swallowed nervously "I have my sources."
"Elizabeth." Hughes sighed in frustration. "Of course it was her."
"Don't blame Elizabeth, she knew the FBI would never talk to me and she just did what she thought was best to get her husband back."
"I'd be less upset if it had worked."
"I do have one name you can try." Mozzie admitted before hesitating. "I'm not saying he has anything to do with the kidnapping, in fact the opposite, I think he was a victim himself, but he'd be worth talking to, if you can find him. He disappeared after helping Neal on a case, there was a brief rumor that he was back, but now he's gone again, maybe he skipped town cause he's scared. I don't know."
"Enough babbling, what's his name?"
"Anthony Ladderack, aka Craig Stevenson, Jeffrey Mallens, Richard Smith, and uh…I think Samuel Poole. Also known as The Lizard, he has a bit of a skin condition."
"Damn it." Hughes sighed knowing how hard someone with list of aliases was going to be to find particularly if they had left the state. "If you hear or think of anything else you come directly to me with it, understood? I don't want you going after anyone yourself."
"That is not even on my mind, whoever this is is bad enough news to keep anyone who knows them from talking. Usually you can find some truth in the rumors from someone who wants to feel like a big shot and talks a little too much, but there's nothing like that this time."
"Someone has to know something and we will find them."
"Keep me in the loop and I will keep you in the loop." Mozzie said.
"Fine."
"I'll just show myself out then."
"Wait...I need a favor." Hughes said in a defeated tone.
"I've told you eve…"
"No, not that." Hughes interrupted. "It's Elizabeth, I need you to convince her to either go home or go to one of the safe houses. I have Agents already set to stand guard, but she has refused to go. She's been living here since this all started."
"So have you from what I've heard."
"She has to go home." Hughes said firmly. "Please, talk to her. I don't want to be forced into having her removed."
Mozzie just nodded before turning to leave.
"Mozzie, wait…"
Mozzie turned back to face Hughes with a wary expression. Hesitating for a moment Hughes eventually gave in and opened a file on his desk. He pulled out a sheet of paper that had black and white drawing of a hexagon with a maze inside and offered it to Mozzie. Taking the page Mozzie studied it, feeling like he had seen it somewhere but he couldn't place where.
"What is this?"
"There were two white cards on Peter's desk with this symbol embossed on them. One we know was Neal's as June told us it had been delivered to the house for him the day he disappeared. The other one we assume was delivered to Peter. Clearly it was a warning but Peter must not have felt it was a credible or immediate threat."
"Does Elizabeth know about this?"
"No, and I want to keep it that way, it will only upset her. I asked her if she had seen any unusual symbols, unmarked mail, or if Peter had mentioned anything along those lines and she said no." Hughes explained.
"I'll see what I can find out."
"Be careful, don't just flash that around." Hughes warned. "This is our best and most sensitive lead. We can't just go around asking everyone if they know this symbol. If Peter and Neal are still alive it's only because whoever has them feels comfortable that we don't know who they are. If that changes they will execute them."
Mozzie's blood ran cold at the thought of Neal and Peter losing their lives because rescue was getting closer, but he knew Hughes was right. The highly organized attack had been pulled off by someone confident enough to leave this breadcrumb behind which wasn't a comforting thought. Memorizing the symbol Mozzie handed it back to Hughes. Unable to help in the search for Peter any further at the moment Mozzie turned his attention on trying to help Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was in Peter's office looking out the window over the city. She looked more composed than Mozzie had been expecting. Her eyes were rimmed in red but it didn't look like she'd been properly crying even if a tear or two had managed to escape now and then. Despite the obvious stress she didn't look like she had lost hope or even like she'd lost any of her confidence in this ending well. Mozzie got the feeling that she fully trusted that Peter would be home and that this would all be over soon, it just wasn't soon enough. Not wanting to startle her Mozzie knocked gentle at the open door. Looking over her shoulder Elizabeth managed to smile at him.
"Mozzie." Elizabeth greeted warmly. "Are you here to 'remove' me?"
"I'm only here to politely suggest that you let me take you home, but if you want to stay…"
"No, I should go home." Elizabeth said sadly.
"I could stay with you if you'd like."
"Thank you."
"Of course." Mozzie held his hand out. "Come on."
It took Elizabeth a moment to actually make a move to leave her vigil by the window and join Mozzie. The Agents that Hughes had assigned to protect her offered the pair a ride to the house so that they could set up watch outside. They had offered to take her to a safe house instead but she had insisted on wanting to go home. Mozzie was grateful that Elizabeth didn't ask him anything about what he had heard as they rode towards the house in silence. Mozzie didn't believe any of what he had heard but none of it had been anything he would tell Elizabeth even if he did.
Arriving at the house Elizabeth thanked the Agents for keeping a watch over them before inviting Mozzie inside. Elizabeth had mentioned that friends were taking care of Satchmo for her so the house was completely deserted. Elizabeth only made it a few steps into the living room before she stopped suddenly. Mozzie held his breath as he watched her look around the empty house knowing that it was going to be harder for her to keep up her brave front here than it had been back at Peter's office.
Bringing her hand up over her mouth Elizabeth fought bitterly against the tears that were brightening her eyes. Hating to see her in pain Mozzie swallowed hard against his own emotions of fear and loss. He reached up and gently put his hand on her shoulder to encourage her to just give in to a cathartic moment of weakness. Pushed over the edge by the show of support Elizabeth broke down into a heartbreaking weep. Mozzie collected her in a comforting embrace and allowed her to cry against his shoulder. Mozzie had feared that being surrounded by memories of her missing spouse the weight of possibility never seeing him again would crush down on her, but at the same time it was a demon she had to face.
"We are going to find them." Mozzie assured.
"I'm sorry." Elizabeth apologized through her tears.
"It's okay."
"I'm so sorry." Elizabeth whimpered again. "Please forgive me, Mozzie."
"There's nothing to forgive."
"Yes there is. I keep having this terrible thought, it's selfish and I hate that it brings me comfort." Elizabeth continued breathlessly. "You know I love Neal and that I would never wish him harm, he's family to me, you both are. Still…I…I can't help thinking…I know it's horrible, but…"
"Elizabeth…"
"I'm grateful that Neal's with Peter."
Chapter 12: (soon)
"Judge Halloway…"
"You better have something real for me this time, Agent Hughes."
"Not exactly, but…"
"Stop right there. In the past three days I have given you seven highly questionable warrants and other than several pending lawsuits what has it gotten us?"
"Nothing, but…"
"The answer is 'no', I can't keep doing this." Halloway interrupted again. "I know this is personal for you, but I can't just let you invade the private properties of everyone Agent Burke has ever crossed paths with."
"Charlie, please…"
"Look, bring me something, *anything*, a shred of evidence no matter how thin, and I'll have a warrant on your desk in five minutes, but I can't issue another one without at least decent probable cause."
"I have probable cause, my Agent is missing and one of these scumbags is responsible!"
"I'm sorry, Reese, I know how hard this is."
"What do you know about it?" Hughes snarled as his temper flared. "When was the last time someone you were responsible for disappeared?!"
"You're right, I don't have have a team the way you do and I'm sorry this has happened." Halloway said with genuine sympathy. "But I can't help you. I've done all I can."
Hughes slammed his phone down as the Judge hung up on him before shoving it off the desk in a fit of frustrated rage. He knew he shouldn't be angry at Halloway, the Judge really had put his own job on the line by granting the warrants that he had. With no real leads Hughes had been using every resource he had to tear apart the city without even a trace of his missing Agent or his CI. So far they had managed to keep the media out of it, but with the increased raids and activity it was only a matter of time before some reporter caught the scent of blood in the water. Once the kidnapping was public knowledge they were going to have to deal with a flood of false leads from people trying to grab some attention at the cost of the integrity of the investigation.
They had a good idea when the pair was taken and glancing at his watch Hughes took note that they had passed the seventy-two hour mark six hours ago. When everything had started Hughes had been about to pack up to leave for the day when he noticed Peter's office was empty. Diana had been finishing up some paperwork and he'd asked her if she'd heard from him, she hadn't. Peter had taken Caffrey with him to a scheduled appointment to meet with a witness in a fraud case they had been working on that was set for ten am. The pair often worked out in the field all day and didn't always physically return to the Federal Building but Peter was religious about checking in at the end of the day.
Feeling uneasy Hughes had called Peter's phone only for it to go directly to voice mail. Not wanting to raise an alarm just in case it was something as simple as the battery dying on Peter's phone, but also not willing to just assume everything was okay Hughes had tried Caffrey's number and got the same result. With his gut starting to scream at him that something was wrong his head was trying to telling him that if something had happened that the anklet would have alerted them to being cut.
Reminding himself that the anklet wouldn't protest if its wearer was simply dead Hughes slammed his password into the program that tracked Caffrey's whereabouts. At first he had breathed a sigh of relief to see the dot that indicated Caffrey's location was still moving and near the busy corner of 6th and 47th. It wasn't until he hit the button that brought up a full history of Caffrey's movement all day that the bottom of Hughes' stomach opened up into a sickening pit. They had made it to their meeting, but since ten thirty that morning Caffrey had been traveling in a continuous loop around the greater Midtown area at an average speed of twenty-five miles per hour. There was no reason that Caffrey would be circling the city like that for six hours that didn't spell trouble.
Quickly making the decision to send out the alarm a task force had been mobilized within fifteen minutes. The first mission was to hunt down Caffrey and to that affect a SWAT team had been sent out to converge on his location. Pulling over a terrified taxi cab driver they had torn apart the cab and found the still active anklet under the seat. Whoever had taken the pair had been smart enough to search Peter for the small magnetic key that he kept with him in case of emergency. With the tracking device peacefully riding along in the cab they had lost the critical first hours in the investigation. The past three days had been a frantic and frustrating exercise of chasing phantom leads, dead ends, and their what felt like their own tails.
"Sir?"
Hughes jolted at the sound of Diana's voice. He hadn't even realized that he'd been staring blankly at his desk for the past few minutes, at a loss as to what to do next. Hughes looked up hopefully at Diana but the look on her face told him the news she had wasn't good.
"What is it now?"
"Mozzie is here." Diana replied.
"Mozzie?" Hughes asked surprised.
"I can't believe it myself. He's downstairs."
"I'm desperate," Hughes said in a defeated tone "send him in."
"I would but, uh, he's refusing to show proper ID or even give a last name for a Visitor's Badge."
"Just go down there and get him, I'll take the heat for it later."
"Yes, Sir."
Hughes wasn't sure that he had the patience to deal with Caffrey's odd friend at the moment, but his hope was that if the reclusive man was willing to step foot in the Federal Building then he must have something. The FBI dealt with its problems 'in house' whenever possible but right now Hughes would shake hands with the devil himself if he thought it would help. Diana and Mozzie were exchanging a few words of general concern with one another as she lead him into Hughes office. Looking stressed from three days without much sleep Diana backed out of the office leaving Mozzie behind as she closed the glass door. For a long uncomfortable minute the two men just stared at one another. It took Hughes an additional moment to realize that Mozzie had no intention of speaking first.
"Thank you for coming." Hughes said as cordially as he could.
"Thank you for inviting me…oh, wait, I wasn't. You guys didn't even tell me what was happening."
"There is procedure to be followed, this is an FBI matter."
"Neal is my friend and he's missing too."
"Do you have useful information or not?" Hughes growled.
"I have information, I don't know if any of it is actually useful." Mozzie admitted.
"Story of your life I'm sure."
"Hey…"
"I'm sorry." Hughes apologized. "Please, what have you learned?"
"I've learned that despite your best efforts to keep it a secret absolutely everyone whose anyone seems to know that you're missing an Agent, even if half of the people I've talked to don't know his name. People are talking a lot but they are saying nothing at the same time. There's just this…buzz. However the noise is coming from seemingly everywhere and any time I try to get closer to the source of the sound it gets quieter and quieter until there is absolute silence. Whoever has Neal and Peter has enough power to have total loyalty when it comes to keeping the details a secret. About a dozen bosses are taking credit for the kidnapping, but not in a serious manner. Everything I've heard is just bluster and bravado, 'fish stories'."
"You have to know something." Hughes insisted.
"Listen, Suit Supreme, I'm doing everything I can but despite what you might think these kind of violent criminals aren't the circle Neal and I run with."
"I just need a name."
"I don't have one. I would give you one if I had it, but trust me, none of these clowns that are claiming responsibility for this have them."
"How do you know that?"
"They don't have the details of the kidnapping right."
"How do *you* have the details right?" Hughes asked dangerously.
"I…uh…" Mozzie swallowed nervously "I have my sources."
"Elizabeth." Hughes sighed in frustration. "Of course it was her."
"Don't blame Elizabeth, she knew the FBI would never talk to me and she just did what she thought was best to get her husband back."
"I'd be less upset if it had worked."
"I do have one name you can try." Mozzie admitted before hesitating. "I'm not saying he has anything to do with the kidnapping, in fact the opposite, I think he was a victim himself, but he'd be worth talking to, if you can find him. He disappeared after helping Neal on a case, there was a brief rumor that he was back, but now he's gone again, maybe he skipped town cause he's scared. I don't know."
"Enough babbling, what's his name?"
"Anthony Ladderack, aka Craig Stevenson, Jeffrey Mallens, Richard Smith, and uh…I think Samuel Poole. Also known as The Lizard, he has a bit of a skin condition."
"Damn it." Hughes sighed knowing how hard someone with list of aliases was going to be to find particularly if they had left the state. "If you hear or think of anything else you come directly to me with it, understood? I don't want you going after anyone yourself."
"That is not even on my mind, whoever this is is bad enough news to keep anyone who knows them from talking. Usually you can find some truth in the rumors from someone who wants to feel like a big shot and talks a little too much, but there's nothing like that this time."
"Someone has to know something and we will find them."
"Keep me in the loop and I will keep you in the loop." Mozzie said.
"Fine."
"I'll just show myself out then."
"Wait...I need a favor." Hughes said in a defeated tone.
"I've told you eve…"
"No, not that." Hughes interrupted. "It's Elizabeth, I need you to convince her to either go home or go to one of the safe houses. I have Agents already set to stand guard, but she has refused to go. She's been living here since this all started."
"So have you from what I've heard."
"She has to go home." Hughes said firmly. "Please, talk to her. I don't want to be forced into having her removed."
Mozzie just nodded before turning to leave.
"Mozzie, wait…"
Mozzie turned back to face Hughes with a wary expression. Hesitating for a moment Hughes eventually gave in and opened a file on his desk. He pulled out a sheet of paper that had black and white drawing of a hexagon with a maze inside and offered it to Mozzie. Taking the page Mozzie studied it, feeling like he had seen it somewhere but he couldn't place where.
"What is this?"
"There were two white cards on Peter's desk with this symbol embossed on them. One we know was Neal's as June told us it had been delivered to the house for him the day he disappeared. The other one we assume was delivered to Peter. Clearly it was a warning but Peter must not have felt it was a credible or immediate threat."
"Does Elizabeth know about this?"
"No, and I want to keep it that way, it will only upset her. I asked her if she had seen any unusual symbols, unmarked mail, or if Peter had mentioned anything along those lines and she said no." Hughes explained.
"I'll see what I can find out."
"Be careful, don't just flash that around." Hughes warned. "This is our best and most sensitive lead. We can't just go around asking everyone if they know this symbol. If Peter and Neal are still alive it's only because whoever has them feels comfortable that we don't know who they are. If that changes they will execute them."
Mozzie's blood ran cold at the thought of Neal and Peter losing their lives because rescue was getting closer, but he knew Hughes was right. The highly organized attack had been pulled off by someone confident enough to leave this breadcrumb behind which wasn't a comforting thought. Memorizing the symbol Mozzie handed it back to Hughes. Unable to help in the search for Peter any further at the moment Mozzie turned his attention on trying to help Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was in Peter's office looking out the window over the city. She looked more composed than Mozzie had been expecting. Her eyes were rimmed in red but it didn't look like she'd been properly crying even if a tear or two had managed to escape now and then. Despite the obvious stress she didn't look like she had lost hope or even like she'd lost any of her confidence in this ending well. Mozzie got the feeling that she fully trusted that Peter would be home and that this would all be over soon, it just wasn't soon enough. Not wanting to startle her Mozzie knocked gentle at the open door. Looking over her shoulder Elizabeth managed to smile at him.
"Mozzie." Elizabeth greeted warmly. "Are you here to 'remove' me?"
"I'm only here to politely suggest that you let me take you home, but if you want to stay…"
"No, I should go home." Elizabeth said sadly.
"I could stay with you if you'd like."
"Thank you."
"Of course." Mozzie held his hand out. "Come on."
It took Elizabeth a moment to actually make a move to leave her vigil by the window and join Mozzie. The Agents that Hughes had assigned to protect her offered the pair a ride to the house so that they could set up watch outside. They had offered to take her to a safe house instead but she had insisted on wanting to go home. Mozzie was grateful that Elizabeth didn't ask him anything about what he had heard as they rode towards the house in silence. Mozzie didn't believe any of what he had heard but none of it had been anything he would tell Elizabeth even if he did.
Arriving at the house Elizabeth thanked the Agents for keeping a watch over them before inviting Mozzie inside. Elizabeth had mentioned that friends were taking care of Satchmo for her so the house was completely deserted. Elizabeth only made it a few steps into the living room before she stopped suddenly. Mozzie held his breath as he watched her look around the empty house knowing that it was going to be harder for her to keep up her brave front here than it had been back at Peter's office.
Bringing her hand up over her mouth Elizabeth fought bitterly against the tears that were brightening her eyes. Hating to see her in pain Mozzie swallowed hard against his own emotions of fear and loss. He reached up and gently put his hand on her shoulder to encourage her to just give in to a cathartic moment of weakness. Pushed over the edge by the show of support Elizabeth broke down into a heartbreaking weep. Mozzie collected her in a comforting embrace and allowed her to cry against his shoulder. Mozzie had feared that being surrounded by memories of her missing spouse the weight of possibility never seeing him again would crush down on her, but at the same time it was a demon she had to face.
"We are going to find them." Mozzie assured.
"I'm sorry." Elizabeth apologized through her tears.
"It's okay."
"I'm so sorry." Elizabeth whimpered again. "Please forgive me, Mozzie."
"There's nothing to forgive."
"Yes there is. I keep having this terrible thought, it's selfish and I hate that it brings me comfort." Elizabeth continued breathlessly. "You know I love Neal and that I would never wish him harm, he's family to me, you both are. Still…I…I can't help thinking…I know it's horrible, but…"
"Elizabeth…"
"I'm grateful that Neal's with Peter."
Chapter 12: (soon)