Nowhere to Hide

Double Dipping

Alarmed over the discovery, Diego darts through the door. A strong, crisp gust of wind greets him the moment he steps outside. "I should've grabbed my coat." He shivers, working his way around the building.

Jerry sees the officer dart around the side when he steps onto the porch. You're not getting away from me. He sprints across the lawn.

The rookie pulls his phone from his pocket and dials a number. "Boss, it's Diego. An officer found the file on Abby's..."

The Sergeant pops his head around the corner.

Diego's mouth falls open. The color drains from his face. He gulps and says, "Gotta go." He disconnects the call.

"Who did you just call?" Jerry asks, stomping towards him.

Trying to regain composure, Diego pockets the phone. "Why... Why is it any of your concern?"

"For one, you're making personal calls on company time, and for two, I heard you mention our suspect's name."

"I... I was talking about my sister, Abby, not the fugitive, Abby Miller."

Jerry rolls his eyes. "You don't have a sister." Living in a small town, everyone knows everyone.

"She's... She's my half-sister. She... She lives with her mom in Florida." Diego nervously shifts his weight.

Jerry tilts his head to the side and curiously says, "I don't recall you ever mentioning her before."

"We... We're not close, only talk on holidays." He anxiously straightens his posture.

Jerry gives him a knowing glare. "I don't believe a thing you just said."

"It's... It's the god's truth, I swear."

"Save it, for the boss." Jerry grabs his arm.

Diego jerks his extremity away. "Get your hands off me."

Jerry motions in from of him. "Then lead the way."

Diego takes a few steps and then runs in the opposite direction.

The detective gives chase but being older, out of shape, the suspect is leaving him in the dust. "I'm not going to be outrun by him."

He pushes himself harder, hoping to catch up. Jerry looks over to find Rachel balancing on the porch rail. What is she up to?

In one swift move, Rachel leaps onto the rookie's back.

Air whooshes from Diego's lungs when he and Rachel hit the ground.

That girl never ceases to amaze me. Jerry chuckles.

Rachel has the suspect cuffed and on his feet by the time Jerry reaches them. "Where did you learn that move, Detective?"

"I watch a lot of wrestling with Joe," She laughs.

"I'd say your binge-watching paid off." He grabs the phone from Diego's pocket. "I want to see who you were talking to about this case."

"I was asking my stepmom about my baby sister," he repeats.

Jerry rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I bet." He opens his call log and presses the redial button.

A deep gruff voice echoes across the line. "Yeah, what is it?"

Jerry recognizes the voice from another case he worked on. "Must've butt-dialed," He says in a disguised voice. Hanging up. He turns towards Diego. Crossing his arms, he gives him a deadly stare.