The Narrows

means we've got to go over to L.A. and take a look at his death," Gunning said. "Just to be sure a heart attack was a heart attack."
    "I agree with that but there is a problem," Doran said. "He was cremated."
    "That sucks," said Gunning.
    "Was there an autopsy?" Alpert asked. "Blood and tissue taken?"
    "I don't know about that," Doran said. "All I know is that he was cremated. I flew out for the service. The family let his ashes go over the side of his boat."
    Alpert looked at the faces around the room and stopped at Gunning's.
    "Ed, you're on it. Go over there and see what you can come up with. Do it quick. I'll call the FO over there and tell them to give you the people you need. And for God's sake keep it out of the press. McCaleb was a minor celebrity because of the movie thing. If the press gets a whiff of this they'll be on us like the jacket on a book."
    "Got it."
    "Other ideas? Suggestions?"
    Nobody said anything at first. Then Rachel cleared her throat and spoke quietly.
    "You know, Backus was Terry's mentor, too."
    There was a pause of silence and then Doran said, "That's right."
    "When they started the mentoring program Terry was the first one Backus picked. I was next after that."
    "And what is the significance of that to us now?" Alpert asked.
    Rachel shrugged. "Who knows? But Backus called me out with the GPS. Maybe he called Terry out before me."
    Everybody paused for a moment to think about that.
    "I mean, why am I here? Why did he send the package to me when he knows I'm not in Behavioral anymore? There's a reason. Backus has some kind of plan. Maybe Terry was the first part of it."
    Alpert slowly nodded his head.
    "I think it is an angle we need to be aware of."
    "He could be watching Rachel," Doran said.
    "Well, let's not jump ahead of ourselves here," Alpert said. "Let's stay with the facts. Agent Walling, I want you to exercise all caution of course. But let's check out the McCaleb situation and see what we've got before we start jumping. Meantime, Brass, what else have you got?"
    They waited as Doran looked down and off camera at some paperwork and apparently shifted gears from McCaleb back to the rest of the evidence.
    "We've got something that might tie in with McCaleb. But let me go down my list and get this other stuff out of the way first. Uh, first, we're just starting now with the tape and the bags recovered with the bodies. Give us another day on that and I'll have a report. Let's see, on the clothes, they're probably going to be in the drying room another week before they're ready for analysis. So nothing there. The gum we already talked about. We'll put the dental profile into the bite mark database by the end of the day. Which leaves the GPS."
    Rachel noticed that everyone in the room was staring intently at the television screen. It was as if Doran was in the room with them.
    "We're making some good progress here. We traced the serial number to a Big Five Sporting Goods store in Long Beach, California. Agents from the Los Angeles FO went to the store yesterday and obtained a store sales record showing the purchase of this Gulliver one hundred model by a man named Aubrey Snow. Turns out Mr. Snow is a fishing guide and was out on the water yesterday. Last night, when he finally returned to dock he was questioned at length about his Gulliver. He told us that he lost the device about eleven months ago in a poker game with several other guides. It was valuable because at the time it had several waypoints corresponding to his favorite or most productive fishing spots along the coast of Southern California and Mexico."
    "Did he give us the guy who won it?" Alpert asked quickly.
    "Unfortunately, no. It was an impromptu game. There was bad weather at the time and business was slow. A lot of guides were stuck in dock and they were getting together to play poker almost every night. Different nights, different players. A lot of drinking. Mr. Snow could not remember a name or much else about the man who won the GPS. He didn't think he was from the marina where Mr. Snow keeps his boat because he hasn't seen the man since. The FO was supposed to get together with Snow and an artist today so they can try to come up with a picture of this guy. But even if they get a good drawing, that area has marinas and fishing charters all over the place. I was already told that the FO has only two agents to spare on this."
    "I'll make a call and change that," Alpert said. "When I call to get Ed set up on the