I'm trying to update every day, but with college and all my work, it might be a little longer! But thanks to everyone for reviewing! Now, on with the story!
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"It's Jamie."
Those words stopped his heart. Stopped his thoughts. Stopped his brain. Not again. Oh please God, not again. First, Joe. Now, Jamie? Please no. Please.
"A squad car exploded on 56th and 8th, cop inside. It's Jamie. They found his badge and ID. Oh god, Danny, it's Jamie."
In all his years of his life, he had only twice seen or heard his father cry. When his mother died, and when his brother died. Or now it's brothers. With his father, his rock, crying on the other end of the phone, Danny felt the tears run down his face.
Telling his father he would meet him there and jumping out of bed, Danny quickly got dressed to leave to meet his father at the scene.
His wife turned sleepily saying, "Danny? Danny, what's wrong? Where are you going?"
"Jamie..oh God, Jamie." And with that Danny Reagan fell apart. He fell to his knees, sobbing. Between breaths all Linda could hear was, "Jamie…car…exploded…gone." And with that, Linda broke. Jameson Reagan, the glue that held the Reagan family together, was gone.
"I have to go. I have to go meet my dad." Not thinking of anything else, mind in a blur, Danny Reagan made his way over to the crime scene, secretly hoping that it was one big mistake. His brother wasn't gone. Jamie was still on night patrol and dropped his badge, or something! Right? That's what happened! He's fine, no need to worry!
But even his subconscious knew that he was wrong. Jamie was gone. Only he and Erin were left.
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The call was the same with Erin. Frank felt relief talking to his remaining children, wanting to see them. Wanting to believe that they would not leave him, as his two sons did. Erin, surprisingly taking it better than Danny, also said she would meet him at scene.
There were policeman everywhere. Frank Reagan pulled up and a pathway was cleared to the scene. He saw a small burnt figure sitting in the driver's seat. On his belt: all the policeman's equipment. He saw his badge. Number 5249, Jamie's badge number. It all became too real, but taking a deep breath he spoke.
"What happened?"
"Um, we aren't entirely sure, sir. Um, the car was on a, um, remote trigger. The culprit, uh, can't be too, um, too far away," stuttered the officer at the scene, not knowing how to address the commissioner. Should be speak to him as the police commissioner of New York City? Or as a father who just lost his youngest son? Soon Frank heard his son and daughter's voice.
"Dad!" Danny and Erin came running over. As soon as Erin saw the body she turned back to Danny, burying herself in his shirt.
"I can't do this again, Danny! I can't. First Joe, now Jamie! I can't do this."
Not knowing what to say, Danny tried to remain the strong, older brother, but tears were soon pouring down his face with his sister.
"What happened, pop?" Danny asked grimly, still in the embrace with his sister.
"Remote detonation. Bomber's not far," was the monotone response.
Danny soon became confident, angry.
"I'm gonna find out who did this and make them sorry for ever EVER touching one of my brothers. He will pay."
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A man walked down a narrow hallway. His expensive shoes making no sound. His cigar almost out. He opened the door at the end and saw a young man, unconscious, tied to a chair.
He then walked over to the young man, and said, "Are you ready to talk?"
The young man, bloody, looked up and said, "Never."
"If that's the way it is. You will talk. You will tell me everything. And then I will kill you. Tell me where Jameson Reagan really is."
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Sorry a cliffhanger! Thanks everyone for reading and try to review! Is Jamie really dead? Who is the mysterious young man? Who's the rich guy?
