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Chapter 11

Mr. Hardy and Sam Radley were tired to say the least. Their night had consisted of driving and looking meticulously through police reports for any resemblance to the case of the Hardy brothers. Other officers had given up long ago, leaving the partners to go through files on hand and online. Kidnapping and missing persons was a large category because they widened it to the entire state.

"Found it!" Fenton shouted. As his partner came over he began, "Look these teenagers were kidnapped, by professionals. No culprit was ever found or felt like it needed to be pursued because they were returned after the ransom was paid. Think about it, what if this is the only one the police have knowledge of?"

"You mean the parents or guardians complied with a note that warned them about getting the police involved? They got the money and their 'valuables' were returned?"

"Yes. There is no way to know who this may have happened to. It says in the report that the police were only notified after the kids were picked up."

"Wait does it say where they were picked up?"

"Let me see," Fenton looked over the documents. "Somehow the perpetrators got whim of police involvement and left the kids in a car in a back alley down town."

"Okay, so it's a whole new ball game if the police are involved then?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"So if they are out of their element, then they are due to slip up. Correct?"

"Most likely. Therefore we need to find who owned the car they were in and if they are involved."

"Sounds like a great lead, my friend."

The two investigators proceeded to compile more information on the case. Not too much later an officer walked in the conference room. "Hardy?"

"Yes," Fenton said as he stood up and approached the man.

"A call came in from 911 earlier with a girl stating that she was kidnapped with the Hardys."

"And!"

"Well, sir they are currently dispatching to the location of the call. I was ordered… to… notify …you.." The man trailed off as Sam and Fenton bolted past.

One officer motioned to the investigators as they stepped outside and made for their car. "You two will follow, but will let us handle it. We have no idea how many people are in there in addition to the victims."

After agreeing the partners jumped in the car and followed the sirens. The ride seemed almost tedious as the minutes dragged on. Even bypassing traffic and disregarding lights didn't simmer down the anxiousness boiling beneath Mr. Hardy's calm façade. He needed the verification that the teens were unharmed.

Eventually, Sam pulled off on an embankment behind the crowd of police vehicles. The investigators made their way behind the officers breaking off into teams. Eager to know the prognosis on the apprehension of the kidnappers, Fenton quickly introduced himself and demanded an update.

Understanding the PI's distress, the older officer sighed and then answered the pleading man, "Sir, as of right now all we know is that there were shots fired not too long ago. No we don't know the reason for them going off. There are teams scouring the area and will be feeding me information shortly. From that we will send in a rescue squad."

"Okay, thank you sir," Fenton replied to the officer and took a step back to converse with Sam.

"I got it all. The question is what are we going to do?" Sam said.

"Well, it only makes sense to follow the officers depending on the captors' orders. We are not going to sit on the side lines."

"Yes, okay. Fenton I'm sure they're fine. It was probably just warning shots."

"MmmmmHmmm," his partner replied looking into the distance.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"I was just thinking. If the case was dismissed that must mean there is a cop in the precinct giving out information about our progress to these criminals willy nilly and covering up past cases."

"Any idea of who it could be?"

"Not a clue, but that doesn't mean I can't figure it out while I'm out here getting my boys," Fenton replied and got out his phone. After a few minutes he came back. "Sam, I just talked to the chief and he has had his suspicions for a while. With our confirmation he will begin an all-out internal lock down and investigation with some officers from another branch that are trustworthy."

"That's fantastic!" Sam exclaimed, but was cut off from continuing by the head officer furiously barking orders into his walkie talkie. The duo walked up to the man.

"Davis and Hollows hang back, while the others come around. We are going in. Follow procedure!"

Armed with guns in front and protected gear officers approached the house carefully. Not a soul was visible through the upstairs or the downstairs windows. There were no entrances into a basement from the outside. Fenton and Sam geared up and followed the men onto the porch past quite a few unmarked vehicles.

I can only assume that the bad guys knew the cops presence and therefore did not go through the useless announcement of "It's the police. Open up" and barged in. No one had any problems with it, so they scoped out the mansion. Death was sure to come to the first man to dare open the basement door, so the officers first checked out the first and second levels.

The investigators were only allowed inside the premises after it was cleared. Head Officer Turner took his team and cautiously turned the handle. Hustle and bustle of antsy men could be heard on the other side, so he motioned for silence and swiftness.

With the door open all the way he shouted, "Weapons on the ground and hands in the air. You are under arrest. All those who do not comply will be treated accordingly."

The funny thing was there was no one in front of the stairs. Officer Turner chose to go down the steps while the other armed officers filed in after him. Sweeping the immediate area each was surprised at the size, and took a minute to adjust to the movement at the other end.

Breaking off a team scrambled to left after retreating criminals, while another containing the PIs headed to the right. "Man it's a dang maze down here," an officer in the right sided crew stated as they tried to find their way out.

He was greeted with a mix of "ssshhhush" es and "be quiet"s. Fenton told them to stop as they came upon a cell door bolted shut from the outside. The other cells that they had previously passed were empty and not locked. Filled with hope that the teens were in there Mr. Hardy went to open the door. An officer held him back and opened it himself, not willing to risk a civilian's life (in his perspective).

On defense, the cops held up their weapons as the door opened. The sight before them was quite unexpected. A brown-haired and a blond-headed boy were protecting some one behind them and only looked slightly relieved at the presence of law enforcement.

With one more step into the cell the officer knew why they were uneasy. A man with a gun pointed at them was standing in the corner. Reading the situation, and thinking he could have it under control in mere minutes, the officer began to say, "sir, lower your weapon," before a shot went off, which was followed by maniacal laughter.