Chapter Three: "I'll Do It."

"Any luck?" asked the tall Irish man that sat beside Emma.

As a signal for Sean Cassidy to be quiet, Emma held a finger to her nose. Sean nodded and was instantly silent.

I see you've come to your senses, Frost. You're going to turn yourself in to us?

Yes, but only if it means the children's safety?

I already told you: if you turn yourself in, we'll release the brats.

Give me your word, Selene.

You have my word, Frost; we will release the brats if you turn yourself in to us.

And Sean?

What about the Irish man?

Give me your word that you won't harm him.

And if I don't?

Then, as much as it pains me to do so, the deal's off.

Okay, okay! Again I give you my word; I -

NO!

:sigh: WE will not harm the Irish man.

Good. Now where do you want to meet?

In the suburbs of Worcester, there's an abandoned barn and house. We'll be waiting for you in the barn.

I'll see you then.

I'll be waiting.

The telepathic conversation ended. Emma opened her eyes and glanced at Sean before looking forward and announcing, "Worcester suburbs."

"Ye want tae leave now or get some rest first?"

"Do you REALLY have to ask me, Sean?"

Sean laughed, but his heart was not in it. His heart was with the children, wherever they were, as was Emma's. "That's what I thought. Which vehicle are we taken?"

"My limo, of course."

"Di ye nae think that'd be a wee bit unusual for that part of Worcester?"

"You're right," Emma agreed. "HOWEVER, if we take yours, Selene will suspect something, and we can NOT have that, now can we?"

Sean sighed. "Ye're right, lass."

"As usual." Emma winked.

"Well," Sean said as he stood up and stretched, "let's get going."

Emma stood up beside him and stretched. She was pleased to note the look on Sean's face as she did so. "Let's go."

To Be Continued . . .