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"She doesn't have her phone—we do—There's no way to track her down." Spike explained as the guys stood around the cars out in the parking lot.

"We're going to need to get the security footage from the past few hours." Greg spoke to the manager of the bar. He nodded, "Sure Sergeant—Follow me, the monitors are set up in the back."

Greg nodded to him and then each man followed him through the jumble of people and to a back office.

Scrolling through the footage—they found nothing. It was too dark to see the exact faces on anyone, and so man people were coming in and out that it was near-bout impossible to see if one of them was her, and if so who she was with.

"Nothing Boss, absolutely nothing." Spike shook his head low as they shut off the monitor.

"Can I speak to the bartender that was serving her the drink at the time?" Ed asked as he looked over to see Sam getting anxious.

"Sure—." The manager replied.

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"You filthy, bloody bastard." She mumbled as he folded a blindfold.

"Why thank you." He responded proudly, jerking her by her throat and lifting her head up to tie the blindfold. She wriggled around, trying to pull from his grip. "Now be still sweetie—wouldn't want to have to get another needle shoved into you, now would you?"

She stayed silent as he tightened the ropes around her wrists. "Now just lay back and trust me—you'll be out of your misery in a few minutes."

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"Do you remember if she talked to the guy?" Greg asked as he took notes.

The bartender shook his head, "She didn't—She kept looking over at you guys then the guy didn't say a word to her. Next thing I knew, she had wandered off—I thought that she must have just walked back into the crowd."

"Thanks." He replied, all the men following as they made their way back to their cars.

"Boss, what the hell are we—

Greg interrupted Sam abruptly, "Sam—She's a strong woman. We are not—we will not let anything happen to her."

Sam glanced over as Wordy placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

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"You know—I have a knife, a gun, possibly anything I could kill you with—but I'm going to make this a little different." He smirked, sitting down next to her as she still lied with her arms and ankles tied, her eyes covered by a blindfold. She wriggled around furiously until her neck was caught by the man's fist.

"Your mother fought no where near as hard. She knew she was going to die anyways."

"Tell me—tell me who you really are." She muttered as he let go of his grip.

"Well since you'll never talk to anyone every again anyways—I don't see why I shouldn't go ahead and share the gruesome details of who I am and how I killed your mother."

She swallowed and nodded.

"Well when your brothers were very young—your mother and Jeremy Callaghan fought a lot. She went off and got pregnant with my gorgeous daughter—and never gave me any credit. When Jeremy Callaghan found out his wife was pregnant—he was excited that he could finally have a daughter….you became his—not mine."

A tear fled down beneath the blindfold. The man she called, "dad", the man she hugged goodnight every single night—was never really her father.

"So I got fed up after ten years. I had followed you every day—I watched my little girl grow up. So on your tenth birthday—her 35th—I did the same thing I'm doing now. Drugged her—got her to go lie down in bed—and when you got home from school that afternoon you found your mother lying in bed with a knife slid in her throat."

"So you're my dad."

"That's right—and for 35 years I never received any credit—so I've decided to take action. Now my plan has changed, I believe that you should die in the comfort of your own bed—the bed that you and your boyfriend sleep in every night. By the way—you're much too young to be sleeping with boys."

He tore the blindfold off and ripped his ski mask away, "Much too young." He repeated as her eyes widened to see a man that shone with the same eyes, nose, ears—as she did.

"You—you really are my father—."

"Oh, so you doubted me!?" He immediately jerked, slapping his hand around her throat as pulled her up to her feet. "Walk, dammit!" He yelled, sliding the knife between her ankles to cut the rope. "You better walk now or I will kill you, I swear I will kill you and make you suffer."

She hobbled as he jerked her around, opening the front door and pushing her out to his car. "Get in—Get in!" He yelled. Jules slid up into the backseat as he tied her ankles back together. "We're going to get you home—."

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"She isn't at home either." Lou told Greg over the phone. He and Spike had left the group to go check her place. "No sign of her anywhere."

"Okay boys—head on over to the station. We need to get geared up just in case we get a call. There's a missing persons alert out for her—guys keep your eyes and ears alert, this isn't going to be easy—it's going to be a long night."

"Copy boss." He stated, hanging up and climbing back into the car with Spike.

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"Why do you—?"

"Shut up!" The man yelled as he pulled down her street about 20 minutes after Spike and Lou had left.

"Come on." He stated, jerking her out of the car, slitting the rope, and shoving her to her front door. "Where's a key?" He paused… "Where's the damn key!"

"Under—under the mat—." She mumbled. He had a firm grip around her throat as he unlocked the door and pushed her inside. As he threw her into her bedroom, and onto her bed, he looked down at the diamond necklace around her neck. "It's still gorgeous." He whispered as he kissed her gently. She wriggled away as he held her down with his hand to her throat.

As she felt him tightening his hand, tears fled down her cheeks, "Please—at least tell me my real father's name."

He stroked his thumb gently along side her neck as he tightened his fist on her throat, "Matthew Callaghan…"

Okay, so I stayed home sick today—and I wrote this after I woke up from an insanely long nap. Hope you liked this chapter! Please review!!!