“No, but I know who can.” Farnsworth picked up the receiver on his desk phone, flipped through an old-fashioned Rolodex and placed a call. “Pat, Joe Farnsworth, sorry to wake you up. We have a situation and could use the assistance of the Virginia State Police.” He laid it out for his old friend, giving him the full story on their belief that Jacoby was involved and that Courtney Hamilton had information relevant to the investigation. “I need you guys to get her out of her mother’s house and bring her here.” Joe laughed at whatever his friend had to say and then nodded. “Thanks a lot. I owe you one.” He put down the receiver and grinned up at Malone. “Nothing cops love more than a good old-fashioned turf war. They’re all in.”

“Excellent. Let me get this number up to Archie’s crew and see if we can locate Jacoby.”

“I’ve forgotten how fun this can be.”

“I was just thinking that myself. Doesn’t seem fair that Holland usually gets to have all the fun while we toil away at desks.”

“The old guys still got game.”

“You know it.” Filled with a new burst of energy, Malone took the stairs two at a time and went into the IT area, which was largely deserted at this hour, except for several third-shift detectives who were sifting through surveillance video from the Hamiltons’ neighborhood. Malone wasn’t surprised to find Lieutenant Archelotta at one of the terminals, working right alongside his team.

“What can we do for you, Cap?” Archie said when he saw him coming.

Malone handed him the piece of paper. “I need a trace on a phone number.”

“Sure thing.”

“I was told the location we’re looking for might be in the mountains.”

“If it’s putting out a signal, we’ll find it.”

“The sooner the better. This is as hot as hot gets.”

“Let me figure out who the carrier is and request a warrant. Give me thirty minutes.”

“Thanks, Archie.”

“They got you working for a living this week, huh?” Archie asked with a cheeky grin.

“Very funny. I’m going downstairs. Come find me if you get anything.”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

Malone went down the stairs, intending to try to catch a cat nap in his office, but when he was paged, he ducked into Holland’s office to take the call. “Malone.”

“It’s Nick Cappuano.”

“Mr. Vice President. What can I do for you?”

“I’m in Knoxville with Sam. She’s really sick, but all she wants to know is if you’ve got Mrs. Hamilton or if you’ve found Jacoby.”

“You can tell her we’re getting closer on both of them, and one of the gunmen rolled and gave us Jacoby.”

Nick put the phone on Speaker, conveyed that information to Sam, and naturally, she had more questions.