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The friends stayed for about an hour till Walker realized he had forgotten the gift he and Alex bought for Erica in the truck. He apologized and went to get it by himself, not wanting to tear his wife away from enjoying time with one of her close friends. As he stepped to his truck his mind went to Williamson who was somewhere in this hospital. Maybe he should go and visit his brother after he takes the gift to Erica. He opened the driver's side door, got in to grab the gift and as he grabbed the purple gift bag he felt a presence behind him.

"Put your hands on the steering wheel." Ordered a deep voice to his left as cold steel pressed against his temple. "Do as we say and we won't hurt your brother."

Walker's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "How do I know you have him?"

"Cordell!" Shouted Jarod from somewhere inside the parking garage. "I'm sorry! They grabbed me from the hospital!"

Hearing his brother's voice really got his heart to race, but Walker had to keep calm. "What do you want me to do?"

The passenger side door opened and a small Italian man climbed inside the cab. He quickly began to search the backseat till he found Walker's pill bag. After giving it a good shake he let out a laugh and climbed back out.

"Okay, put your hands on your head." Walker did just as he was told. "See you in a few hours." Something hard hit the back of his head which sent pain to race down his spine. However the hit didn't not knock him out, just momentarily stun him enough to allow the men to tie his arms behind his back. "Don't fight or you'll be hit much harder than that."

Not too far away stood Williamson who fought against the men holding his arms and securing him in place. He watched as three men pulled his brother out of the truck, kicked him a few times then threw him into a dark van. The men holding Williamson threw him onto the ground then proceeded to beat him till he passed out.

Thirty Minutes Later

Alex checked her watch realizing Walker had been gone for awhile. Worried she quietly excused herself from Erica's room and made her way to the parking garage. Hopefully Walker was okay and didn't suffer a seizure which could have gotten him injured. There has only been a few times he had gotten injured, both those times were highly humiliating to him. Having a loved one with epilepsy was emotionally stressful and it took all her love for Walker to keep going from day to day.

She stepped into the mostly empty parking garage and made her way to where Walker parked his truck. As she got nearer something inside her heart quickly told her that something was not right. She spotted Walker's truck and could see that both the passenger and driver side doors were wide open.

"Walker!" She called out as she ran to her husband's truck. "Walker, are you okay!"

"Alex…"

Alex quickly went around to the back of the truck expecting to see Walker, instead what she saw got her to gasp and to run towards her brother-in-law. Jarod was crawling towards her, his face was bloody and rather swollen. She knelt next to the man who had collapsed back onto the cement. As she gently rolled him over she saw that both his eyes were swelling up, his nose was obviously broken and so was his jaw.

She frantically began to look around for her husband as she pulled out her cell phone. "Walker!" She stood up as she dialed Trivette's number. "Jimmy, I'm in the parking garage. Send paramedics here, Jarod has been injured. I don't know where Walker is." Her heart began to race as she went back to his truck to look for something. "Jimmy, his medication is missing. Do you think it's Marcellinio?"

"No idea. But stay put. I'll call this in." Alex could hear him talking to Billings then he returned to the phone. "Don't worry, we'll find Walker."

Later That Night

The pain was the first thing to greet Walker as he slowly came out from unconsciousness. He tried to move, but found that just caused him even more pain. Somebody slapped him several times on the cheek then yanked his head back by grabbing a fist full of hair. This got him to grunt then grimace as the hand pulled harder causing severe strain in his neck.

"You have information I want." Came a voice directly in front of him. "Unfortunately because of one of my men, you may not remember it."

"You must be Marcellinio." Walker's voice was strained from his head being pulled back. "I don't remember anything." This got the hand to release his hair and he slowly brought his head forward as he opened his good eye. Once he did he saw a small Italian man, the same one that got the pills from his truck. "What do you really want with me? You know I'm useless to you."

"I just want to see you die a slow and painful death since you ruined my business." His hand slipped into his pant's pocket as he stepped towards Walker. He pulled out a yellow prescription bottle then shook it directly in front of his face. "It took some reading to figure out this, is your seizure medication." He took a look at the bottle than threw it to a person standing behind Walker. "When do you take it?"

Walker's jaw clenched not liking the position he was put in. "Twice daily, three times if needed." He sighed heavily as he stared Marcellinio in the eyes. "Just a warning, if I don't get my medication, there is a chance my seizures will get worse."

"We can work with that." Marcellinio walked over to the right side of the room and Walker followed him to see a table with several different items laid on top of it. "Normally I let my men torture my rats, but since you're a special case I'm going to do it myself." He picked up a belt with metallic studs. "This will hurt."

He stepped up to Walker and without any hesitation swung the belt down till it smacked against Walker's chest. He let out a grunt of pain as the metallic studs dug into his skin. That was when he realized he had no shirt on. Then the belt slammed against his thighs which were also bare. Great, he was sitting here in his boxers which meant he had no protection at all as the belt repeatedly hit his bare skin.

"Hopefully as the pain becomes more intense, something will come back to you." Marcellinio slammed the belt against Walker's chest once again. "Gordman, how long do you think he'll last? Three days like the others?"

A stocky man came into Walker's view, a knife in his hands. "From what I heard he's rather stubborn. I say four."

Methodist Hospital

The room was surprisingly cold as Jarod came to from a deep sleep and at first he thought he was back home in bed when excruciating pain hit him. It seemed his chest and face was one fire it hurt so bad. He tried to move, but that just made things worse and he let out a groan of frustration. What the hell happened to him? One minute he was in the hospital… Everything quickly came back to him and he snapped his eyes open to only see a blurry mess before him. Was his eyes swollen? Is that why he can't see?

"Jarod, it's Gage. John's here as well." Jarod turned his head to see the young man staring at him. "How is the pain?"

"Tolerable." He winced as he tried to shift his weight. "Did you find Cordell?"

"No. But we need to. Any suggestions?"

Jarod closed his eyes and tried to think about the other places Marcellinio had. "He owns several smaller businesses around the Metro." His jaw hurt him when he talked, but it wasn't wired shut, so that was good. "I know of a few that closed down recently. Might want to check there." He swallowed hard and he saw a blurry John standing over him with a glass in his hands. After taking a few sips of water he slowly nodded. "Thank you, John. Four places have been closed down from lack of funding."

Gage quickly grabbed a notepad from the bedside table then took a pen from his shirt pocket. "Here right down the addresses."

"I can't really see."

"That's because both of your eyes are nearly swollen shut." John explained. "Don't worry the swelling will go down in a few days."

"That's good to know." Jarod smiled through the pain. "The places are as follows…"

Somewhere in Dallas

The room was cold, but thanks to his suit coat Marcellinio didn't feel the chill. He rotated his neck then slammed the club once again into Walker's thigh which got a satisfying yell of pain. Then he leaned down to get a good look at the man's bloody face to see determination in the lone blue eye. Stubborn little bastard, this one was. He straightened then slammed the club once more into the man's body, this time in Walker's right shoulder.

"Anything coming to you yet?"

Walker spat out the blood that pooled into his mouth then smirked at Marcellinio. "Not yet."

Marcellinio held his temper in check then shook his head. "Let him have a two hours rest. Then do what you have to do Gordman…" His voice trailed off as Walker's eye slightly drooped then he went completely still. "Walker, if you're faking, you're not doing a good job."

Gordman shook his head. "I don't think he's faking. His hands are starting to twitch."

"You think I'm falling for that!" Marcellinio grabbed Gordman's knife and stabbed it into the top of Walker's shoulder. This got no response from Walker so he slightly twisted it for good measure. This time he got a very low grunt as the man's hands stopped twitching. "Are you with me, Walker?" When he didn't get a response he slapped the man a few times in the face, but still got nothing. "Damn you. Let him rest up, Gordman. Let's get something to eat."

As he came to once again Walker notice his head was throbbing uncontrollably and sharp pain radiated from his right shoulder. Slowly he opened his good eye then peered over to see a knife handle sticking straight up from his shoulder. That was when the pain intensified and he let out a loud hiss as it shot down his arm. How long was he like this? And where did Marcellinio and his goon go to?

"So, you're awake." Gordman's voice was level as he grabbed hold of the handle in Walker's shoulder and pulled it out. This caused so much pain Walker nearly passed out again. "So, what happened an hour ago?" Gordman slammed his fist into his good eye three times then pulled back. "Will you be having seizures like that all the time?"

Walker could taste the metallic bitterness of blood as it pooled into his mouth. "I told you if I don't get my medication it will happen." He pulled his head back as Gordman placed the blade of the knife against his left cheek. "Go ahead, I already have a scar there anyway." He grimaced as the man cut deep into his skin then flicked the knife away. "Why don't you just kill me now and get it over with!"

"Because then, we won't get information." Gordman went to the table, put the knife down then grabbed the club. "I use to be a leg breaker for Marcellinio." He went around to Walker's backside then swung the wooden pole down, instantly breaking fingers and getting a scream from Walker. "Now, where is the money?"

Early Morning

Trivette stormed out of the fifth building on Jarod's list frustrated it just proved to be another empty store front. They still had ten more to look through and even with the help from local PD the search for Walker was going tediously slow. He got back into his car then crossed the address of the list as Billings climbed into the car.

"You know, I could have done this." Billings put on his safety belt. "After all Erica is in the

hospital with your second kid."

"No, I need to find Walker." Trivette put the car into drive and pulled out into the street.

"The next location isn't far from here." He handed the paper to Billings. "See if you can find it on the GPS."

Billings left eyebrow raised up as he shook his head. "Don't need to." He turned to Trivette. "My dad owned a mechanic business out of this warehouse back in the seventies. It's small, been empty for decades. Why would Marcellinio be using it?"

Trivette shook his head. "Don't know, but it sounds like a possible location." He turned right then left and found himself in an old manufacturing distract. "Where's it at?"

"Right there…" Billings took his seatbelt off as he pointed to a dark blue van parked by the address in question. "There here." He grabbed the cb mic and called in for help. "Let's hope we're not too late."

Inside the warehouse Marcellinio sat on a chair watching as Gordman interrogated Walker. It seemed the more they tortured the ex-Ranger the more determined he became. Even though Walker was badly beaten, burned and even starved he still sat up straight except for when he suffered a seizure. Maybe he should give the man his medication. He shook his head at the ludicrous thought then stood to his feet.

"You still don't remember anything?" Walker shook his head which got him a punch in his injured shoulder. "I need to know, Walker. I'm missing money…" The door to the room abruptly burst open and in ran three of his guards. "This better be important."

"The police are here!"