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There was no way that Jonah Karr was going to be released from prison. Captain Sutton already told himself that wasn't going to happen.

But Wes was in danger, and that was the only option that his captor had given.

The captain sighed as he tried to come up with ideas, but his brain drew a blank.

Travis knocked on Sutton's door, breaking the older man from his racing thoughts, which, in all truth, is what he needed. He felt a headache coming on and he could only imagine that it was going to get worse.

"Anything yet?" he asked Travis as the younger man took a seat.

Travis shook his head. "I sent the phone down to tech yesterday," he announced. "Kendall said she'd look into it. So far, she hasn't come up with anything yet." Travis paused, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Wes has five days left, Cap," he reminded him. "I'm going down to the prison today. I needa find out who Karr really is."

Sutton nodded. "Dr. Ryan has also been informed of the situation," he said. "The both of us has given you permission to skip therapy if you would like. But only if you think that skipping a session will give you more time to devote to finding Wes."

Travis nodded in understanding. He stood up. "Thanks, Cap." Travis checked his watch. "I should be heading out. As soon as I hear anything, I'll let you know."

Sutton nodded as he watched Travis leave.

Sutton decided that while Travis does his research at the prison, he should do some digging as well. He picked up the phone, calling a number he was glad that Wes wasn't around to see.

"District Attorney's office, this is Jessica speaking. How may I help you?" the small, female voice rushed out.

"Uh yes. I'd like to speak to DA Stewart," Sutton replied. "It's urgent."

"Okay," Jessica replied. "Please hold."

Sutton sighed. He emphasize that a matter is urgent and yet you still get put on hold. He waited three whole minutes before a male voice began to speak.

"District Attorney Stewart speaking," a voice said into the phone.

"Listen Stewart," Sutton replied, cutting the formalities. He didn't want any valuable time to be wasted. "We have something going on right now and I could use your help with a few things."

The DA seemed hesitant, but finally responded to Sutton's plea. "And what would that be?" he asked.

"Wes Mitchell," Sutton answered. "You remember him, right? Well he was kidnapped two days ago-"

Stewart gasped, cutting of Sutton's explanation. "Wes was the cop kidnapped?" he asked. "Wow. I mean...when I first heard on the news that a cop had been kidnapped I never guessed that it was Wes. Have you heard anything? Is he okay?"

"As far as we know, he's fine," Sutton said, suddenly unsure of his answer. "But listen. His kidnapper has a few demands, and that's where your help comes in."

"Sure," Stewart said. "What can I do?"

"Last night," Sutton began. "Travis found out that a few details were missing from an old case. We were wondering if you could help us."

"Who's case?" Stewart asked.

"A man named Jonah Karr," Sutton answered. "We just need to see a connection between the reason he's in jail, and the reason he's holding Wes." The Captain wasn't going to tell the DA that a criminal demanded that another criminal to be released from jail. Not yet, anyway.

When Sutton was met with silence, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Stewart?" he asked. "Still there?"

Sutton could hear Stewart sigh. "I wish you had given me that name earlier," he sighed in disappointment. "Sorry, Sutton. I can't help you."

"What?" Sutton asked in disbelief. "What do you mean you can't help?"

"I just can't," Stewart simply answered. "I'm very sorry."

"No you're not," Sutton accused. "This is Wes we're all trying to save. Why can't you-"

"I have to go," Stewart said suddenly. "I really hope you find Wes," he said before hanging up.

When Sutton heard the click, he lost it. He took his phone and threw it across the room. He didn't know where that anger came from. It just appeared. The fact that Stewart, a man Wes had trusted and helped for years, wouldn't return the favor.

Sutton ran his finger through his hair. This is going to be much harder than anyone thought.


Wes played with the ropes binding his wrists. This was attempt number three to escape, and that's just from this morning alone.

The rope was done tight. Wes didn't dispute that as he felt the rope burning and cutting his skin.

The door opened suddenly, and Wes' fidgeting ceased, as he watched Daniel walk towards him.

The red headed man was holding something behind his back, and Wes could only imagine that it was a knife, a gun, a crowbar, or any other implement of torture.

Daniel must have a camera in here, or maybe he just automatically knew what Wes had been doing, because Daniel walked around Wes, stopping when he saw the blonde's bleeding wrists.

"Tsk tsk, Wes," Daniel taunted. "Trying to escape will get you nowhere."

"Clearly," Wes muttered, feeling disappointed in himself for having such a huge fail.

Daniel quickly moved to the front of Wes, the blonde thinking something bad was about to happen to him. He prepared himself. He was ready for whatever Daniel had to dish out.

"Here," Daniel said as he held a cold water bottle in front of Wes' face.

Wes looked at the water in shock. "Are you-"

"Yeah," Daniel answered before Wes could finish his question. "You're no good to me if you die of thirst."

Wes looked longingly at the water. He didn't realize how thirsty he had become until the bottled water reminded him of his dry tongue and scratchy throat.

"Well," Wes said. "That's very thoughtful of you. But I can't drink that unless you untie me."

"How dumb do you think I am?" Daniel asked as he untwisted the cap. He held the bottle to Wes' lips. "Drink," he commanded.

For once, Wes didn't feel a need to question. He swallowed the water in big gulps, almost choking once or twice.

He sighed in relief when he realized that the water bottle had almost nothing left.

"Wow," Daniel said with a smile. "That's a big thirst you got."

"Why?" Wes asked.

"I already told you," Daniel answered, annoyance present in his voice. "You're no good to me if you're no good if you're dead...for the rest of the week, that is."

Wes shook his head. "Not that," he replied. "I mean. Why is Jonah Karr so important? Why'd you choose me?"

Daniel looked at Wes. "Because the both of you are special," he genuinely answered. "Once everything comes into play, you'll get more answers. I guarantee it." He smiled at Wes before leaving the room.


Travis didn't knock this time. What was the point? Sutton needed to hear his news, and knocking on his door would change the importance.

Sutton looked up from his desk when he saw Travis barge in. "Travis?" he asked in concern when he saw fear and worry coming from Travis' hazel eyes. "What's wrong?"

Travis didn't answer at first. He just plopped down in a chair, staring into space. He finally sighed. "Jonah Karr," he said.

"Yeah?" Sutton responded, growing anxious. "What did you find?"

Travis swallowed the lump in his throat. "Jonah Karr was found dead in his cell two days ago. The same day Wes was kidnapped."


*insert dramatic music here* Everything's not going their way, huh?

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