Crash and burn

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Elizabeth looks around the apartment, searching for any signs of Amanda. "Answers, people. We need answers, and time is of the essence," Olivia says as she walks through the apartment, noticing Amanda is gone. "Her phone's gone and her purse. She ran away. You told her she was gonna have to go on TV, she freaked out, and she ran away," Quinn suggests, turning to the two women.

"I gotta say, as crime scenes go, it's pretty clean. No broken locks, no signs of struggle, and I'm not finding any prints aside from yours and Amanda's," Abby reports, examining the spotless apartment. "Because it's not a crime scene. Because she ran away," Quinn reiterates."There's someone watching you," Huck interjects, causing Quinn to look over her shoulder. "What?" Olivia asks, confused and shocked.

"Your trash is gone, and it's not trash day, and there's a sedan parked across the street... U.S. government plates, tinted windows," Huck explains as Elizabeth goes to the window and sees the sedan parked on the opposite side of the street."What about Amanda, Huck?" Olivia asks, turning to face him.

"Whoever it was came up through the service elevator, picked the lock on the back door, sedated her, taped her up, got her in a duffel bag. In and out, probably seven minutes, six if they were quick," Huck describes, causing Elizabeth to look at him with concern. "How do you know?" Elizabeth asks, her voice tinged with worry. "That's how I would do it," Huck answers truthfully, his tone matter-of-fact.

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David sits at his desk when Olivia and Elizabeth come in, leaving the door open. "My secretary has a standing order to stop you from walking in here. Alissa, you're fired," David says, leaning towards the open door. "Oh, come on. One of our clients is missing," Elizabeth says as she and Olivia sit down at his desk. "Have you looked in jail? You often seem to find them there," David jokes. "Her name is Amanda Tanner. She's 27, and she was staying in my apartment," Olivia explains. "How long has she been gone?" David questions. "Five, six hours," Elizabeth answers.

"You consider that missing? That's barely enough time to rack up a good bar tab," David replies, looking at the two women. Suddenly, Elizabeth receives a message. She picks up her phone and looks at it, horrified. "Oh, God," Elizabeth mumbles in shock. "What's wrong?" David asks, looking at her with slight concern. "Look, I know I ask a lot of you, but this Amanda thing is big. She's a good kid, and she was under protection. Can you help me find her?" Elizabeth says, looking into David's eyes. "I'll see what I can do," David says, but Elizabeth shakes her head. "No. I don't need you to see. I need you to do it. Can you do it?" Elizabeth insists, making David sigh. "Okay, Elizabeth," David agrees, turning back to his papers. "Thank you, David," Elizabeth says as she begins walking away. "And don't fire Alissa. We snuck in while she was in the bathroom." David shakes his head. "You are the best, David!" Olivia says as she follows Elizabeth out.

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Quinn walks with her phone in her hand to Harrison who was waiting for her. "You're late." Harrison says. "
I keep trying Amanda's phone, but it goes straight to voicemail." Quinn says trying to reason but Harrison wasn't trying to hear it. "When I say 'all hands on deck',—"  harrison interrupts but Quinn then cuts him off."Harrison, she's our client. She's missing." Quinn says. "I mean all hands on deck." Harrison responds back as he and Quinn walk."We should be doing things. Things should be happening. Shouldn't we at least file a missing persons report?" Quinn questions.

"Just 'cause you don't see things happening, doesn't mean things aren't happening. With OPA, things are always happening." Harrison says to her as they reach a big field."I just don't... what could possibly be more important than Amanda right now?" Quinn asks not seeing the big commotion as of yet. "That." he says pointing to the destroyed plane, leaving her shocked before she looks back to him.

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