Sorry, sorry, sorry! It's here now :)
"Yeah, we got nothing from the grocery store employees. What did you come up with?" Martin asked.
"We ran some fingerprints that the forensic team salvaged from the car, we came up with the guy Jack and Sam were interviewing, William Ferris," Danny relayed.
"So William, Clayton and Erik all knew each other?" Vivian asked.
Martin nodded, "I think we found our criminals."
Jack awoke groggily to a dank, mouldy smelly room. Lifting his heavy head, he squinted against the bright fluorescent lights hanging above him. As the fog surrounding his brain cleared, he remembered Samantha.
"Sam?" he asked, his voice surprisingly weak.
"Jack? Where are you?" Samantha responded from another corner of the room.
Jack made a move to stand before realizing he was bound to a chair. His time with Cynthia flashed across his mind, the pain of the nails piercing his skin causing him to cringe in remembrance. "I'm over here, tied to a chair. Can you move?"
Jack heard some shuffling noises before Sam spoke, "No, I can't." She sighed, "Everyone knew where we were going right? They should be here any minute now."
"Yeah," Jack said, sounding much more confidant than he felt.
Suddenly, footsteps approached Jack's side of the basement and a door swung open.
"If the three of them killed Amy and abducted Kevin, then don't Jack and Sam need some backup?" Danny asked.
"I haven't heard from Jack for over an hour, has anyone talked to him or Samantha?" Vivian asked.
"No, the last time I talked to Jack I was telling him about that warning letter we got this morning," Danny said.
"What warning letter?" Martin asked.
"It was some note saying that we should back off. It didn't seem like a real threat so we decided to continue with the investigation. I was going to tell you..." Danny started.
"You were going to tell me? You should have said something! You're going to get them killed!" Martin exploded.
Danny opened his mouth but he couldn't speak.
"Martin..." Vivian said, breaking the shocked silence in the room.
"I'm sorry," Martin said, turning away and walking out of the room.
"Hello, Jack. My name is Erik. But you already knew that. You've been trying to take my son away from me," Erik leaned into Jack's face, "No one, takes my son away from me."
"I didn't..." Jack started. He was interrupted by the back of Erik's hand slamming against his left cheek. He coughed, his eyes watering from the blow.
Erik moved in even closer and Jack could see the sweat beading on Erik's forehead.
"I am going to take you one step from death, then bring you back so that you can watch me take everything you ever cared about away from you. Starting, with her," Erik gestured towards the area where Samantha was sitting. Erik grinned, "But, the best is always saved for last. For now, we'll have to start with bringing you down a couple of notches, Jack."
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