Charlie rushed into the meeting room, where everyone was gathered to discuss what they'd found on the missing girls, or lack thereof.
"I found it," he announced, setting his laptop and briefcase on a table.
"You found a link?" Megan asked, excited by the prospect that they'd found a break.
Charlie quickly pulled up a web page on his laptop as he connected it to the projection machine.
"The Summers School for Girls?" David Sinclair read. "But none of the girls go there."
"Not yet," Charlie agreed, "but they have all recently been recruited to go there."
"All of them?" Don asked, coming closer to look at the information on the screen.
"Well, that's certainly something," Colby said.
"But we've been to their schools and these girls are all in different grades and academic achievement. I know that at least one girl is failing most of her classes."
"And not all of these families would be able to pay for a private school," David added.
"They wouldn't have to," Charlie said. "While it is a private school, run by a Mr. Xander Harris, the upkeep of the school is paid for by private donations. The girls' families don't have to pay a cent."
"That's got to be some kind of scam," Don said.
"I looked into it a bit and it seems legit," Charlie rebuffed.
"Right." Someone entered the room and handed Don a piece of paper before he could continue. "Colby, David, you go talk to this Harris guy, see if the school's on the up and up. Megan, you're with me. Another girl's gone missing."
"And I'll keep looking for other possible links," Charlie said to their retreating backs.~~*~~
"Do you really think that a school could be involved with these kidnappings?" Megan asked Don as they approached the house.
"I certainly hope not, but it's the only thing that we have to go on at this point. It can't just be a coincidence that all five--"
"Six," Megan corrected.
"--Six girls were recruited to go there," Don finished.
"Hopefully Mrs. Bennett will be able to tell us more about it," Megan said, ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and a young woman, a redhead, nearly collided with the FBI agents, as she was half turned towards Mrs. Bennett.
"I promise," the redhead was saying, giving Mrs. Bennett's hand a squeeze. "I'll be in touch if we hear anything. Oh, excuse me," she exclaimed upon seeing Don and Megan blocking her path.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Don asked.
"Willow Rosenberg. And you are?" she returned, a bit taken aback by the accusation in his tone.
"Don Eppes, FBI," he said, flashing his badge. "The Bureau didn't say anything about someone already covering this case." He glanced to Megan for confirmation.
"Oh, I'm not Bureau," Willow confirmed.
"Then may I ask why you're interfering with our investigation?" Megan asked.
"Interfering? I'm not interfering. I had some business with the Bennetts and they called me when their daughter disappeared."
"Are you from the school?" Megan asked, surprised by the turn of events.
"What school would that be?" Willow asked suspiciously.
"The Summers School for Girls." Don's voice was clearly accusing her of being associated with their prime suspect.
Her eyes widened in surprise that the FBI had heard of the school. "In that case, yes. I am from the school."
"I think that you need to come with us," Don said, his tone clipped.
"Why? I haven't done anything wrong," Willow objected.
"Because as of right now, you're our number one suspect in the kidnapping of six girls," Don answered, escorting her towards his car.