Brian stares at Carl. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Carl huffs, “What does it look like? Debbie was going to rip me a new one if I didn’t agree to fly here and help you.” Brian is about to argue, but instead asks, “Did you find out anything?” Nodding, Carl answers, “Ever been to Loire Valley?” Frowning, Brian shakes his head, “No, but I hear they have fuckin’ good wine there.” “Wine, and a Richard Taylor.” Brian’s eyes widen. “Taylor?” Carl nods, guiding Brian to his rental car, “I had my guys check out all the calls made by Jennifer the morning before she was murdered. She made one international call.” “You were able to get an address?" Brian states in surprise, "I thought only the FBI could do that?” “I have my own connections,” Carl states as he gets into the car, “Come on. Loire Valley is a couple hours away from here.” Brian jumps in the car. His heart was racing, his body was vibrating… Justin was so close, he could feel it.