Kira sat down on her small sofa and sighed. She looked down at her camera. She knew Brian would like to know about any expensive cars she found but she hadn't been able to reach him at the hotel room. She sat there for a minute thinking about how she could get a hold of him. She then remembered he had given his cell number to her once in case she had to get a hold of him. Kira quickly dug out her cell and flipped though her contacts. Sure enough Brian's name was listed there. She hit send and held the phone to her ear. "Hopefully he'll pick up," she thought out loud.

Brian had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of Mia's rental car as a result of the strenuous chase with Hobbs and the police.
The phone in his pocket tore him out of his sleep. A little disoriented he sat up and fumbled it out of his pocket before he sleepily replied. "O'...yeah?"

Kira felt a little guilty for waking him up with her phone call. "It's Kira. Sorry if I woke you but I figured you'd want to know that I have some more pictures I think you'd be interested in." She paused a moment thinking about what had happened back at the race. She knew for a fact now that Brian and the other two were running from the police so why did she call? Maybe she thought they were innocent but she really didn't know for sure.

Instantly Brian was wide awake and sta up straight stretching his shoulder and sore arms and legs. "What's that you said? What kind of car?"
He rubbed his eyes and looked out of the car window wondering where Mia had gone.
"You know, you're simply fantastic."

Kira looked at her camera again trying to figure out what kind of car. " I don't know what kind of car I'm really bad at that. But I could do a little research to figure it out if you want to come to my place."
She blinked a few times in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She was really confused why he had said that out of the blue.

"Yeah, I was talking to you. You're helping me..." She didn't even know how bad his situation really was and what her help meant.
"Where do you live?" He wondered.
"I'll come by and have a look at it."

"Well you asked for my help so of course I'll help you." Kira told him her new address and smiled a bit. "Your welcome to bring your friends if you want. I'll also print out the pictures so you can see them better." Even if she was nervous about the fact that he was a criminal she was helping him she owed him that much. She just hoped she wouldn't be caught in the mess he was in.

"Allright, I'll be there in about an hour. Don't tell anybody I'm coming, please."
Brian was nervous about strangers knowing his name, number and where he was to be found. If Hobbs paid her for pictures , he might pay enough for his head.

Kira nodded, "I won't tell anyone I promise." She knew that if she did it could be dangerous for even for her. Besides she didn't want to see the man that bought her camera card from her again.

Just like he said he arrived at her house an hour later.
First Brian looked around carefully to make sure nobody was waiting for him, then he got out and rang the bell.
When she opened he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself.
"Hi, Kira."

Kira locked the door behind Brian and turned to him. "Hey, Cole and your girlfriend aren't with you?" She shut her mouth hoping it wasn't a sore topic. Maybe they hadn't gotten away from the police when they got chased. She had left pretty quickly herself along with everyone else at the race so she didn't see what had happened.

"Thank you!" Brian gave her an appreciative smile.
"You've probably seen the guys who are after me. They got Mira and Cole. I have to find the right cars fast so I can bargain...what' you got?"

Kira moved over to her sofa and table picking up a few pictures. "Yeah I saw them. One of them came up to me about a half an hour or so before going after you guys. He'd seen me taking pictures and paid me for my card." She looked back over at him, "I didn't have any pictures of you guys on the card though I swear! Not unless one of you was in the background and I didn't notice." She didn't want Brian to think she had ratted them out or anything.

"I'm sorry to hear about your friends," she stated sadly as she handed him the small stack of pictures, "From what I found on the internet this black and silver car with the little red details is a pagani zonda. Well at least I think it is. The other one that's black and has red siding is a bugatti veyron. But correct me if I'm wrong

Brian narrowed his eyes when he looked at the pictures. Could these be the stolen cars?
"They must have gotten a few new details and paint jobs....who would do a paint job like that here? Can you check on your camera whether you find any painted on initials or sth...something to recognise the garage by?"

Her remark about Hobbs caught his attention. "Big , muscle head? He paid you....hm." Maybe Hobbs could be lead onto the wrong track the same way.

Kira pulled up her computer and started typing away on it. "Well we could check out the big garages near by." She pulled up the pictures on the computer screen to look at them. She didn't know what she was looking for but she would know it when she found it.

Kira nodded to his comment. " Yeah that's him. He had paid me a grand for the whole card." She didn't really know the significance but Brian seemed to know. Maybe he had a plan to help his friends.

"Damn, that's Miras father. he works for the FBI. And you gave him your card?" There was a hint of accusation in his voice even though she had done nothing wrong. On the contrary in most peoples book she had done the right thing.
Can you tell me where exactly you took those pictures?" Brian leaned his back against a wall and nervously ran both hands over his head. "Could I get some water?"

Then he added with a look at her. "Why are you helping me? You've probably figured out by now that I'm a criminal."

"I'd hate to be on his bad side that's why I gave him my card," Kira explained after hearing his tone. She knew she didn't do anything wrong but she also knew why Brian was acting like this so she didn't really blame him.
"Well I took some around the city and at some races. I'm one hundred percent sure were I took all of them but most I know. I was trying to make sure you and your friends weren't in them at all too." She got off her sofa and got him a glass of water. "Here you go, your welcome to sit you don't need to stay standing..." her voice trailed off a bit she felt sorry for him. Even though he was a criminal he just lost his friends and was alone for all she knew.

"Well," she started. "At first I was really skeptical of you and you scared me to much to even think about turning you in. But from what I can tell your not really a bad guy. Sure you have your moments but everyone does. I'm still a little skeptical but you've been nice to me. Besides if you were really a bad man you've had plenty of opportunity to hurt me." Kira shrugged her shoulders a bit. She wouldn't admit to his face that right now she also felt sorry for him because he lost his friend and his girlfriend who is pregnant with his child to the cops.

Brian watched her while she was explaining her feelings. He then gave her a weak smile and nodded.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You have a good knowledge of people."
Maybe it was time to explain a little more since she was being so friendly and helpful.
"I've been a cop for about 10 years..on and off, I spent some time with the FBI as well-always working car theft or cases that somehow involved fast cars. When they need somebody to go undercover in that scene they call me. This time everything went south because I trusted a criminal that I shouldn't have. They guy framed me..."
Suddenly it hit him. "Maybe you've taken a picture of him. He's about 6 ft. , shaved head, square jaw, very well built. I think he's got a few tattoes and talks with a southern accent."

Kira's mouth dropped a bit from hearing what Brian said. "Well you really have gotten into a mess now haven't you?" she joked. Though she wasn't sure how much of a joke it actually would be.
She listened to Brian's description and started to think. "Well I might have I have seen a few men around here with southern accents. I might have pictures of them..." She trailed off and opened a file on her computer with at least 400 photo's of people and sighed. "Sometimes I wish I had a better way of organizing everything," she started to look around the photo's for someone to match the description.

Instantly Brian's heart rate went up. "I was actually not going to mess with this guy anymore but if you really find him I might be able to tip off the police." He stated as calm as he was able to.
Brian harbored massive hard feelings against Walter. More than likely he would shoot the man in the knee if he got his hands on a weapon.
With growing interest he look over her shoulder at the screen.