Chapter Nine

There was a knock on the door and I quickly got up and ran to it, hoping it would be the police telling me good news. Instead, when I opened it I saw a tall, shaggy blonde figure standing in front of me.

"You're friend told me what happened," he said taking me into his arms. At first it felt strange, but then it felt oddly comforting. I rested my head on his shoulders and cried. I knew Peyton would probably get mad, but it was a special circumstance and I needed a broad shoulder to cry on.

He then pulled me up and made me look deep into the abyss of his deep green eyes. He wiped the tears from my face with his gentle fingers. I felt like melting there on the spot. I thought I was going to faint.

"Have you heard anything?" he wondered. I shook my head no.

"They said they would call if anyone happened that I needed to know about," I said fast and crying. I couldn't even believe he understood me but he did.

"Ok, well, I guess we wait," he said. We walked together into the living room and joined Jenn on the couch. None of us talked or turned on the TV or anything. We just sat there and stared at the telephone, as if the longer we looked at it the less time it would take for it to ring.

It took an hour and forty minutes and twenty seconds of staring before the phone finally rang. I pounced on it the first ring. "Ms. Davis, this is Detective Strothman, we spoke last night. I was just informing you we had a break in your daughter's case, and you can come down to the station."

My heart jumped. They had a break. It must have been a good one if they were asking me to come down to the station. Maybe they were going to get her and wanted me to be there when they brought her to the station. "I will be right there," I said and hung up the phone. I turned around to Lucas and Jenna. They were both staring at me with big, hopeful eyes.

"They have made a break in the case, and have asked me to come to the station," I smiled. They both smiled with relief.

"I will drive you," Lucas suggested. "I don't want you driving at a time like this." I didn't object.

"Thanks, Luke," I said as we walked out the door. "You've been really good about all of this."

"Well, I just found out I had a daughter, I'm not about to lose her." I smiled. I knew he would make a great father. I don't know why I ever doubted him.

He led me to his silver BMW and opened the passenger door for me. Where was this gentlemen in high school, I thought. He went as fast as he could without exceeding the speed limit and getting pulled over. Whenever we got stuck at a red light he would yell and hit the steering wheel in anger. I had to giggle to myself; he was such a great father already. I decided right there that when I got Annaliese back I would tell her about Lucas being her father, because they both deserved it.

We arrived at the police station in record time. A different detective greeted us at the door this time. He was plump and old with gray hair. I guessed this was about the only job he could get anymore.

"You're Ms. Davis?" he asked after we walked into the doors. I nodded. "And who is your friend?"

"His name is Lucas Scott," I said. "He's Annaliese's father."

"Ok, well then follow me," he commanded. We did as he told. We followed him through a series of hallways until we finally reached the room and came to a halt. The room was small. It had a desk and three chairs in it and the walls were white. "You can take a seat and Detective Strothman will be in in a minute."

We both took a seat in the two wooden chairs. They weren't all that comfortable and I was scared it was going to break. We waited for Detective Strothman in silence. Our minds were too filled with thoughts to talk.

After five minutes of silence Detective Strothman, the one from the night before, walked into the small, plain room. He took a seat in the third chair and faced the two of us.

"I called you down here because I wanted you to be up-to-date about everything that's happening in your daughter's case," he started. "After you told us last night about your ex we immediately looked him up. He had two priors for beating his girlfriends, so we could trust you on your story. The next thing we did was so see if he had a cell phone. If he had been making any calls we could track where we was, using cell phone towers. Unfortunately, he was smart and did not use his cell phone. Also, we searched your kitchen for any finger prints he might have left, but he was smart again and wore gloves, so he wouldn't leave any. Finally, we went around and found out he rented a car, but that car was found in the junk yard, which means he had to have stolen a car. So, we went on the computer and looked up stolen cars in the last 48 hours and only found three. We checked them out and one was a match to tire prints in your driveway," after I heard this my heart skipped a beat. This must mean something good. It has to help them find my baby.

"So, is this a good thing?" I asked.

"A very good thing," he answered. "The person who had the car was smart enough to have a GPS in their car, and Tony was not smart enough to turn off that GPS. You see every GPS has a small tracking device in it so it can tell you where to go, and with a search warrant we are able to look at that GPS. I am telling you this because they are getting the warrant signed by a judge as we speak, and if it is signed we will be able to find where his car is, and if we find his car, there is a chance we will find your daughter."

That was the best news I had heard in my life. In a matter of hours I could have my baby back in my arms. Tears of joy started to roll down my cheek, and I wiped them away with my finger.

"I want you two to know that there is a chance they are not in his car anymore. But if we do find the car it should lead us closer to where they are."

I nodded. "We understand. But there is a chance they're still in the car?"

"It is likely. It depends on where he's taking her. If he's taking her far away they could be, but if he's not taking her far, they could already be out of it by now." Detectives were so smart with this kind of stuff. I didn't get how they could figure it all out. You had to be smart to be a detective.

Just them the old man opened the door. "Sorry to interrupt. Detective they just came back with the warrant and are about to look him up on the computer. They told me to tell you."

"Thanks Detective Franke," he said standing up. "I want you two to stay here in case something happens. Detective Franke will get you whatever you need." He nodded at us before leaving the room and going to save my daughter.

Again we sat and waited. That seemed to be all I did lately. I was getting tired from pure exhaustion, but I refused to let myself fall asleep. So, I put my head on Lucas's strong shoulder, it made me feel safe and protected. He stroked my chocolate brown hair and whispered in my ear, "It's going to be alright, they're going to find her." I nodded, but my mind soon went to Peyton. She specifically asked me not to do this, and I was anyway. I knew nothing could happen between Lucas and me, although the closer this kidnapping made us the more I wished it could.

We sat in that room like that for about an hour. Detective Franke keep offering us coffee and food, but we both declined. We couldn't eat. Another thirty minutes went by and he came back into the room.

"I swear if he offers us more food I might punch something," Lucas threatened, but the look on his face said he wasn't in there to offer food.

"I just got a phone call," he said. Lucas and I both perked up in our chairs. This didn't sound good. "Detective Strothman just called and told me I needed to take you two to the hospital."