Tracker

What they need is a defenseman who can fight.

Give me a Bob Probert, Tie Domi.

Don't know 'em.

Old-school brawlers.

We're not allowed to have those anymore.

So, go on and enjoy your pretty little skater boys,

with their lettuce and flow.

Me, I'll take a mullet, missing teeth,

and some wicked penalty box times.

The good old days, right?

Got a face in the cage.

Little miss bright eyes.

You all right back there?

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm

The hell is going on back there?

I don't feel so good.

Yeah. Not my problem.

I'm serious. I'm gonna be sick.

You want to clean up the mess? 'Cause I don't.

Fine.

All right, Rachel.

If she's faking it, I swear.

All right.

What's the fuss?

10-18, 10-18.

I need you out here. Now.

I'm here for Detective Brock.

All right.

- Helen. - Hey.

-Thanks for getting here so quick. -Yeah.

So your niece was taken.

Yeah. Rachel Sherwood. Fugitive took her hostage.

After the work we did together on the Russo case,

you were the first call I made.

Happy to help. Tell me about this prisoner that escaped.

Justine Campos was doing a 26-year bid.

Killed two people in a robbery gone bad.

Two prison guards were transporting her

to a hospital in Sheldon.

-Was she sick? -Injured.

Got in a fight with her cellmate.

Van pulled over, somehow, she got the drop on them.

Badly injured one, and took Rachel.

You have any idea why they pulled over?

A question we're hoping the injured prison guard

could tell us when she's stable,

but we don't have time to waste.

The whole reason she's in this mess is because of me.

How's that?

I got her the job at the prison.

Rachel was a smart kid,

but she just didn't have any direction.

She needed a little help finding her way.

Things were going so well.

You're not responsible.

If we're gonna find your niece,

we need to stay in the present.

Okay, Captain Positive.

I've worked manhunts for prison escapees before.

Justine is armed and dangerous.

And if she gets in a bind, Rachel's expendable.

Let's get to work.

All right, my guess is that Justine

headed for the border, right?

Yeah, well, she's got a boyfriend who's an ex-con,

and he lives in Montreal.

Surveillance on him?

Yep. Claims he doesn't know anything about it,

but we're keeping an eye on him.

We got a grid search going,

scanning the area for stolen cars,

and the border's been notified.

She's headed back to him.

You know, she's desperate.

Stranger things have been done for love.

Can't disagree with that.

What's she got to lose, right?

Gonna spend the majority of her life in prison.

What's this?

Homemade shim, isn't it?

No rust on it. Hasn't been here long.

-Could be what she used to get out of her cuffs. -Could be.

I don't see a footpath anywhere.

You can't hitchhike with a hostage.

Saw a rest stop about a mile up.

I'm having my guy check their cameras now.

We checked. Nothing.

Maybe the getaway car waited for the van to pass,

knew about the cameras, took precautions.

Let me see if my guy found anything.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna make a call.

- Hey, have someone pick up that piece.

Okay, Big C.

I'm in it, and I'm ready to win it.

What time did the van pass?

8:30 last night.

8:30. Right, right, right.

Copy that.

Okay.

I got a minivan and a Jeep pulling out at the same time.

Who's in the Jeep?

Some random dude.

And the van has a family,

so pretty sure we can cross that off

the whole prison break list.

Maybe the Jeep has a GPS on it.

We can track him from that.

You know I'm already doing that.

Hey, Randy, while you do that,

you heard anything from Bobby?

No, man. You know how he gets.

Don't like to talk about personal stuff.

I know his friend's funeral's this week.

Yeah. I know that's hitting him hard.

They were like brothers, man.

Yeah. I sent him a few texts. I haven't heard anything back.

I figure maybe he's just taking some time.

He'll get back to it.

And if he doesn't, I'll make sure he does.

No way out, but through.

Okay, got a line on your Jeep.

Send it my way, will you?

-You got it. -Thank you.

Helen.

Got something on a car.

Did my team miss something?

Maybe. Sometimes you need to look at things

with a fresh set of eyes.

It's what my dad used to say when we were kids.

It used to annoy me.

But now not so much?

The same with my parents.

You only know what you know.

And then one day, it all clicks

and you realize maybe they did know something.

My dad definitely knew some things.

Maybe too much, actually.

All right, we're burning daylight,

as my dad would say.

Let's go find your niece.

It says the Jeep's location is somewhere here.

Before I forget...

the sheriff expedited an emergency authorization

to deputize you.

A notarized letter has been filed,

so you are official.

Not exactly how I work.

It is if you want to get paid.

Aurora PD doesn't do cash rewards.

Just take it.

Yeah, okay.

There's something up here.

Yeah.

Found the Jeep.

Yeah, it's empty.

Yeah.

What is that?

Underground ventilation.

Could be from an old fallout shelter.

There's a bunch of them left over from the Cold War.

My brother and I actually found one when we were kids.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

This took some real planning.

It looks like someone was just here.

-Flashlight? -Yeah.

Here we go.

Looks like storage for some sort of grow operation.

Looks like we just missed them.

How did they know about this place?

We'll look into it.

Yeah, there was definitely money here.

Justine needed cash before she took off.

The border's locked up, if they're making a run for it.

They're probably keeping Rachel as a shield.

Well, now it's two on one

'cause they got the getaway driver with them.

Got something.

A phone number, local area code.

It can tell us who's working with them.

Oh.

Yo.

Randy, I just sent you a phone number.

Can you tell me who it belongs to?

All right. Let me see.

And...

It's a burner.

Can you trace it to a location?

Looks like the GPS is disabled.

Gotta see if I can check the metadata

'cause I'm good like that.

One, two, three, disco!

Ooh, weird disco.

The numbers pinged back to the state prison.

Either homegirl was phoning home like ET,

or somebody on the inside was helping her out.

Betting on the latter.

I'll see you, and raise you on that.

Hey, listen, Randy.