ANGELA
PROLOUGE
"So, what would you name a daughter?" Maddie asked.
"Angela," Carey replied as she folded Zack's shirt, "Angela Carolyn Martin". Maddie smiled as she held up her new blouse to see how it would fit after going through the wash. While she did that, Maddie tried the name on too.
'Angela Carolyn Martin', she thought to herself. She wished that she could call that name her own. Not only was it less problematic than Madeline Margaret Genevieve Miranda Catherine Fitzpatrick, but it would also mean that Carey Martin was her mother for real.
CHAPTER 1 FIRE!
One year ago...
At 5:00AM, Dylan Gallant sipped his first cup of coffee leaning against the candy counter. He was glancing through a newspaper while a small radio told him the day's first headlines. Being chief of security at the Tipton, he liked to keep on top of things that might affect "his" hotel. Mr Tipton had hired him a year ago to watch over the hotel when a rash of thefts came to light. Dylan and his security staff had cleared that problem up fast and now found little to do at the swankiest hotel in Boston. Dylan had no interests in the trappings of fortune that he frequently saw in his job.
Running a hand through his beard he set the paper on the counter having just finished reading about the last scandal at the White House with a chuckle when the radio announcer read a story that caused his heart to catch in his throat.
"This morning a fire broke out at an apartment next to Fenway Park. Several of the occupants are dead. The fire chief has yet to issue any statement pending finding the occupants who are still missing."
Dylan thought about the girl who worked behind the counter he had been leaning on. The rich people and celebrities that came in and out of the hotel he couldn't have cared less about. He protected them because that was his job. The people who worked here were something else entirely. Many of them had, like the members of his security staff, became family to him, Maddie included. Dylan stood to his full 6 feet 10 inches. Taking out his walkie-talkie he headed towards the front entrance.
"Bear 1, this is Bear Leader, The Den is yours." with that he ran out the front door so fast that the breeze left in his wake had trouble filling the void. The back of his black overcoat fluttered like a cape behind him. Not even bothering to hail a cab, Dylan sprinted toward Maddie's home. When he got there his worst fears were confirmed. It was indeed the Fitzpatrick apartment building that was nearly burned to the ground. He could see people huddled by the ambulances and fire trucks but could find no sign of the girl he sought. He knew her family wouldn't be there because they had gone on vacation without her. Dylan had begun to realize all was not well in Maddie's home when she preferred spending her time at the Tipton than home. He shook the thoughts from his head and turned his attention back to the task at hand.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for one of the occupants, Maddie Fitzpatrick, she's 15, blonde hair, brown eyes about 5 foot 4, weighs about as much as a feather." The police officer he addressed looked down at his sheet.
"Sorry sir, she hasn't been located yet." Dylan left his cell number with the officer asking him to call as soon as they found her and slowly, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat, made the long walk back to the Tipton.
