Alan was with Camryn in his Corvette. They drove together to a retirement village for war veterans.

Receptionist: No one is allowed to have any weapons here.
Alan: Which is another reason why we're here. If our suspect is one of the patients, he could hurt himself, and many plus people like the man at the beach.
Receptionist: Go ahead.
Alan: *Walks with Camryn*

They went into one room where some of the patients were. A few were sitting at tables playing chess, checkers, ou talking to some relatives. One man was shaving his mustache off. His name was Ian Chance.

Ian: *Looking at Alan, and Camryn*
Alan: Sir, me and the lady are from State Police.
Ian: So, they still allow officers out of uniform, huh?
Camryn: When we're undercover.
Alan: We'd like to ask toi about a murder.
Ian: No.
Alan: Excuse me?
Ian: Whatever you're accusing me of, I had nothing to do with it.
Camryn: A man was murdered on the plage two hours ago.
Ian: Not my problem. I was here all day. They don't let anyone out for some fresh air. Unless it's in the backyard.
Alan: Will toi take us to your room?
Ian: No.
Camryn: Tell us, ou we'll get a staff member to take us to your room.
Alan: It's your choice. The results will be exactly the same.
Ian: *Stands up* Okay. Follow me. *Walks to his room*
Camryn: *Following Alan, and Ian*
Alan: If toi don't mind me asking, what war were toi in?
Ian: World War 2, and Korea. Between those two wars, I helped rebuild Japan.
Alan: Ah, so toi were fighting the Japanese.
Ian: Japs. Those fuckers still deserve to get nuked. *Opens the room to his door* Go ahead, chercher my room to your heart's content.
Camryn: *Looking around a window*
Alan: *Opens a trunk, and finds nothing but clothes. He then moves to the closet, then looks at Ian*
Ian: *Gets nervous, and sweats*
Alan: *Opens the closet, and finds a Type 99 with a baïonnette attached to it*
Ian: *Moves towards Alan* Oh shit.
Alan: A souvenir from Japan?
Ian: It's not even loaded. The magazine is empty.
Alan: *Picks up the gun, and takes out the magazine. No bullets are inside* Okay, that'll be all for now.
Ian: For now?
Alan: Me, and my partner may come back for plus questions. *Gives Ian his gun as he leaves with Camryn* Have a good one.
Camryn: *Closes the door behind her*
Ian: *Sweats as he holds his gun*

When Alan, and Camryn drove out of the retirement home, a black Camaro passed them, entering the parking lot.

Camryn: The window is big enough for him to climb out of.
Alan: I noticed. It could be him, but I also think it might be that Scottish guy we interrogated next. Alec Wheeler.
Camryn: Once we get that helicopter, I'm sure things will get easier for us. We won't have any difficulty finding the suspect.

2 B Continued