3:00 am

The call came without warning.

Fenton was in his office, papers scattered around him in disarray. His head was at rest in his hands, and empty cups of coffee were scattered around him. A sigh pushed its way past his lips as he yet again let his eyes travel over the evidence they had gathered, which was a pitifully small amount. Each piece of evidence did hold one thing in common though, and that was a name. Petya Egorov. His name popped out both in the papers and in Fenton's mind. "Egorov Strikes Again!" and "Victim of Egorov Commits Suicide!" The title screamed at him, mocking his inability to find any clues to where Egorov was.

He had been about to stop looking over the evidence for the night, knowing he would get nowhere with a weary mind when his phone had rung. He started from his seat, his eyes shooting to the phone, panic coursing through his veins as he saw that the call was from Collig. At this time of night, there were only a few possibilities of what it was about. Picking the phone up, he spoke.

"Fenton here. What's happened Collig?"

The man on the other line let out a small sigh, sensing Fenton's nerves before he replied.

"Fenton, we just recovered Lilly Williams. Some local found her unconscious in a park."

Fenton ran a hand through his hair. He had been looking for this girl for almost three months, ever since the day she had been taken by none other than Petya Egorov. Before her, it was a 15-year-old boy that had been taken, and before him, three others at random ages and genders. Each had seemed to be plucked from their lives for an amount of time and returned in horrific mental states. And each time, Fenton had scrambled to get a lead, a hint, or anything on this serial kidnapper, but only ever had an empty notebook at the end of the day.

"Has she said anything yet?" Fenton questioned, his mind now on high alert.

"She hasn't. When she first awoke she wouldn't let anyone touch her." Fenton heard a sigh on the other side of the line. "She was terrified of her parents or boyfriend even just trying to hold her hand. I'm pretty sure she didn't say more than ten words, and most of them were along the lines of 'stop' and 'don't touch me'. Egorov really did a number on her."

"Alright," came Fenton's tired reply, "Thanks for letting me know Collig. Please call me if any more details arise."

"Of course." A pause was heard from Collig. "Get some rest, Fenton."

A click was heard to end the call, and Fenton slammed his phone down. He had failed again. Another innocent person's mind had been held subject and broken by Egorov.

'I will find you. Petya Egorov, I will find you and you will pay for your crimes.'

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10:00 am

Joe awoke to the sound of his brother's aggravated voice.

"Get up, Joe! Dad has news about the case."

Those words awoke him, and he sat up from his bed, rubbing his weary eyes. His eyes went to meet Frank's, and he smirked at the exasperated look on his face.

"My god, I've been calling your name for five minutes straight! How heavy of a sleeper are you?"

Joe scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You know, it would be nice to wake up to a pretty face instead of yours." Grinning at his brother's withering look, he shot to the bathroom and called out the door, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be downstairs."

True to his word, Joe walked into the kitchen where his brother and father sat but ten minutes later. He was greeted with his father's solemn voice.

"Egorov just dropped off another victim."

Joe's eyebrows knitted themselves together, worry evident on his face. "Did we get any leads about where he is?"

A sigh made its way past his father's lips. "No, nothing actually. All we know now," There was a pause before he spoke again, "Is that Egorov is ready to strike again, and I want you boys to be very careful. Understand?"

Frank beat Joe to the answer. "Of course. We wouldn't be anything else." Frank shifted his brown eyes to Joe. "Speaking of being careful bro, don't you have a date with Vanessa in a half an hour?

Joe's eyebrows shot up, his eyes flying to the clock. "Aw, shoot! She's gonna kill me!" He punched a laughing Frank in the arm as he ran upstairs to get his coat and shoes on. Frank gave him a little sarcastic wave as he sprinted out of the door and to the car, and could have sworn that Joe flipped him off, a grin on his face.

"I'll be back before eleven!"

XxXxX

8 Hours Later

Frank's phone rang at exactly 6: 30. Casually holding it up to his ear he asked, "Frank here, who's this?" without looking up from his book. The reply he got made him drop his book altogether.

"Frank, it's Collig. I couldn't get a hold of your father. There's been an accident."

XxXxX

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