The following characters do not belong to me. Sorry for the brevity of the chapter. It seemed like a good place to break (ha ha) for story purposes, not for appeasement :) ... let me know what you think ... and maybe you can guess the meaning of the title?

Break 10:

"Ready?" Lindsay asked. "You sure you can take it?"

It was like a dance, she reminded herself. A performance.

Jocelyn glanced toward the door, where Bethany waited. "I can take anything."

"All right. Here goes everything," Lindsay took in a deep breath and then raised her voice. "You know, if your family had of taken responsibility for the whole thing, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"My family?" Jocelyn roared, with a perceptual nod even as malice dripped from her voice. "You're kidding me right? It's his family that's crazed out. They could understand it was just an accident?"

"There are so few accidents," Lindsay spouted, even as she hated the argument. How many accidents had they uncovered—though many were done because of careless, stupid acts. So she threw that into the argument.

"Your brother and his friends were careless, stupid, children. They were old enough to know to watch where they were going," Lindsay was aware of the big door opening.

"Stupid?" Jocelyn returned. "What do you know? They were in one of the top prep schools in the city—"

She new the words. She'd heard it from a thousand interviews in her career.

"Sounds like they were just little snots."

Jocelyn reared back and struck out. Though Lindsay was prepared for it, the slap still stung. The other girl hadn't pulled any punches.

As she fell back, she got a look at their captor. He was tall—taller than Lindsay had thought—with broad shoulders and a body builder's strength.

And he watched them.

Lindsay pushed back.

But the incoming shove landed her back against the wall.

Danny opened the door and jumped out as Flack pulled to the curb. Mac, Stella and Hawkes were already there, suiting up in bullet proof vests. There was activity all around them as other officers piled out of cars and vans, wearing helmets, vests, and carrying rifles.

"Anything?" Danny asked as he accepted the vest Hawkes tossed to him.

"We've got men on every street," Mac said. "We're going to find her, Danny."

"Mac," Stella, who had been on the phone, held it down and away as she focused on Mac. "Adam located the information—"

Mac's phone rang—if you could call the changing cords a ring. He held up a hand, stepped back—then walked away as he struggled to hear.

"What did Adam say?"

"We ran a check," Stella's eyes briefly trailed Mac, before focusing back on Danny. "The brother, Max Donovan, not only owns the properties around here, and sold the property to Rollins and his uncle—is a carpenter. We checked. He's known for his carpentry skills. But so was his father."

"Like father, like son," Hawkes murmured. "And father's in prison."

"So he fashioned the attic in his old apartment," Danny murmured.

"To hide away, and set his trap," Flack shook his head. "And siphoned off electricity to cut back on his own expenses."

"Didn't have a lot of cash," Stella noted, "the Donovan family went into major debt trying to take the case and win through a civil trial."

"You know," Hawkes held up a hand. "This district passed Billings Blvd. has been zoned for residential. There's a big move to convert the old warehouses into apartments."

"Sounds like something Donovan would be interested in," Danny said and looked around, gauging his Barings. "We're only two blocks over."

Danny moved to Flack's car. "Let's go."

"Danny—" Mac's voiced stopped them as he moved to his own car. "I've got a girl on the line. She says she's Bethany Jones. She just ran out of the warehouse, grabbed someone off the street. Lindsay gave her my number."

Flack was in his car and gunning the engine even as Danny shut the door.

"You know what this means?" Flack said as he pealed out after Mac, sirens blaring.

"Yeah," Danny focused on the lights the rolled on Mac's truck. "Lindsay's alive."