Chris stared at the sketch that he had received and which Eric had printed out. He had been here a week now. An entire week. Yet even with all the underground connections it was still no use.

This was the man Rogers saw?

Then again it was just a sketch. It was an estimation. A good sketch no doubt but it was based on the verbal description of a person and Rogers had said that was pretty damned close to what the guy looked like.

Chris held the printed copy of the sketch next to the photo Eric was looking at it too. He pointed.

"That's him....that's the one", said Eric.

"Well yeah, it's the closest one. But this guy wasn't one of the one's you formerly suspected. We had to run the photo through the database before we got a hit", complained Chris.

"I'm sorry alright! It happens! We all make mistakes!", snapped Eric not liking his tone.

Chris frowned glaring at Eric, "I don't care, I'm here to get my co-worker back. I don't care if you've had tough luck, but we know who it is. So it's time you tell me what you have on this guy right now", said Chris slapping down the file.

"You have the file about him", said Eric.

Chris glared and looked down putting a hand on his hip, "Look, I don't know how you do things down here. But I assume it's not much different to what we do up state. But let me put it straight, we like to know what we are dealing with. And yes, I know he's a rapist. I know he's a drug dealer. I know he's with the zetas. I know, I read the file. I can read. But what I want to know is what he does. I want to know what you know, I want to know who is within the zetas, I want to know as much as possible in as little as possible. So tell me what you know", said Chris.

Eric sighed puffing up his cheeks. Chris had a right to know and since he was working with Eric it's best if he did know that stuff.

"Alright, I'll give it to you short. Juan Lopez, is a former convicted criminal first in his early teens. He is an addict , primarily cocaine. He works for the zetas as a man who hires young vulnerable boys who are trying to cross the border of Mexico into the US. He has a good string of coyotes who work for him. However, we believe he hires these immigrant boys to smuggle drugs across with them. We aren't sure, but that's what we've heard. He's known for multiple kidnappings charges but no one has seen him. If we do try to confront him. We will get shot at", said Eric.

Chris glared, "Sorry, but that's the nature of the job", he said.

Chris pulled out his phone as it vibrated.

"Hey Chris it's Rogers, I've got a kid here who says he knows Klein. He says she's alive and better yet he knows where she is", said Rogers.

Chris froze. Seriously?

"Where?", asked Chris.

"Chief is sending-" Chris put the phone on speaker listening and set it on the table for Eric to hear as Rogers continued, "a few operatives your way to join you. He says your in charge, they'll be there in a few hours", said Rogers.

"Where?", asked Chris leaning against the table.

"676 La Loga Apartments on San Jose Street", said Rogers.

"Hey I have to go, the chief will get in touch with you in a few minutes, go get that son of a bitch", said Rogers who hung up.

Chris looked up at Eric as the phone went off, "You got any good guys who are willing to join?", asked Chris sternly.

"Plenty", replied Eric.

"Good, but we do this my way now", said Chris.

Eric flinched as Chris stared at him with harsh and stone hard eyes. Eric nodded, "Alright, my men are your's", said Eric.

"Alright, you'll need a vest. And might want to get out of that suit", said Chris gesturing to what he was wearing.

Chris was right. Either way whoever this Juan Lopez was. It was going to get messy. Either way. This man was a bad man.