The night was warm for this time of year. Detective Sean Malloy Chicago PD had been on the road for three days. He had the top of his 1957 convertible chevy down and the sky was clear. He was only a couple more hours from his desitnation of New Orleans. Thats where his only lead had taken him. For weeks now he had been working on a bombing case in Chicago. Every lead and every clue lead nowhere. Then five days ago he came across a witness who had seen something. Something he himself had seen but wrote off as a halucination from the adrenaline. The scene the night of the explosion was utter chaos. Not even the bomb experts could figure out where the explosives were or if there were multiple bombs. After speaking with this witness he started checking around. It took two days to get a hit on his B.O.L.O. but there she was. This woman who had gone into the fire that night, and til now he believed to be dead. The hit came back from an ATM camera in New Orleans. So here he was on the road to the big easy.