Peter Burke was having a bad morning. He felt off. He was sure it had something to do with their sting going wrong yesterday. He was in a foul mood. He'd almost bit El's head off, before having to grovel and promise dinner and shopping. He wanted answers. There was no reason why that job shouldn't have gone off without a hitch. Something had gone wrong and he wanted to find out what was going on. He had a few ideas, but he needed to bounce them off of Neal first
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Jones and his team would find Neal's abandoned watch, crisp with a recording that started just as Neal hung up on Peter's cellphone and ended with the sound of tires pulling out as the Russian gangsters abducted the con artist. The middle had several strings of violence toward Neal but, fortunately, the team would be rewarded for listening with the name of Newark Community Airport, just over the line from Manhattan island in New Jersey. Thankfully, for all their talent with brutality, they weren't especially bright
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Peter sat at his desk, reading the reports he had been given. From what everyone was telling him, he didn't like what he was hearing. He had played the sound clip over and over again, trying to find anything he could. Any little hint. Any sound. Any anything. He was torturing himself while Diana and the others were working on it
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It would seem that something else was holding up the Russian mobster from arriving, and soon Neal heard voices getting heated. Something about the FAA grounding chartered flights for 'routine security checks.' It couldn't have been Neal that alerted them, they'd checked him for a phone and they'd cut his anklet. Not that they actually had figured out who Neal was yet. Grinning silently, Neal knew exactly who'd alerted them
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