Author's Note:

Well, I'm getting this out a little early because I'm going out of town for the weekend. I'm hoping to get some writing done this weekend but I can't promise anything. Thanks to all who continue to follow the story and review! I love hearing what you have to say! Enjoy the chapter and have a great weekend!

Chapter Nineteen

Frank, Joe, and Drew drove to the docks later that day in order to search the warehouses near the bay. Each one was going to take a section, communicating with one another if they found anything.

"How do you know Powers is in one of these warehouses?" Joe asked before they separated.

"When I tailed them this morning, they turned away from Bayport, towards the docks and marina," Frank explained. "A small deduction would assume he has a building here for some reason. I don't think he had a boat and if he did, it wouldn't be the size of the ones in the marina."

"You're full of it, you know that," Joe joked. "You did flipped a coin, didn't you?"

"Yeah, that too," Frank laughed. "We'll meet back at the car when we're all done unless we find something."

The three separated with Drew taking the furthest warehouses, Joe taking the middle section, and Frank taking the warehouses near the docks. Each one of them had their phones ready in case it was needed. Within minutes of searching, Frank knew they were looking for a needle in a haystack. Each warehouse was too big to fully search but a quick look-see in a few of them showed that a lot were no longer in use. Even Drew and Joe were having a rough time with some of the buildings locked up tight or people were milling about, working. Those particular buildings turned out to be nothing more than legitimate businesses.

After two hours of searching, Frank got messages from both Drew and Joe that they had found nothing of importance other than empty shells of buildings. Frank came upon one that was closest to the docks. He remembered from years before that it was owned by a local merchant who used it to bring in goods from overseas. Frank was about to go in when he noticed the sign was different and realized the building had a new owner. He texted Joe, asking him about the family who owned the building and was shocked to learn that the old man died suddenly weeks before. Security was walking the perimeter of the building and Frank hid among the crates along the wall. He peeked inside one of the windows and saw the limo sitting nearby. Knowing he found the right place, he sent word to both Drew and Joe to meet him at the warehouse.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Drew asked quietly later ,hunched next to Frank.

"Absolutely," Frank nodded. He pointed into the window to show Drew the limo. "I just want to see inside and get a feel for it."

"Yeah, that's what you always say," Joe whispered. "Look what happened to the cat when he got curious! You're just as bad!"

"Besides," Drew continued, "we know where they are. Let's come up with a plan and come back!"

"No!" cried Frank, surprising Drew and Joe with his outburst. "I need to make sure she's okay! I'm just going to take a look inside."

Joe knew not to say anything more but both he and Drew were worried that Frank would get caught. It was still broad daylight so they would be more easily spotted than at night. Frank found a window nearby and crawled in quietly before the other two even knew he was gone. Joe soon followed along with Drew and once they all were inside, they heard voices talking and headed in the general direction. Hiding behind some crates, they peered around the corner to see Powers and several others standing in the middle of the open room.

"This place had better be ready soon!" Powers cried. "The shipment is ready to be unloaded and you're standing around, doing nothing!"

"What the hell is she doing here?" whispered Joe, noticing Anna Mitchell next to Powers. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he switched it off.

"She's a bitch from hell that's all I have to say," Frank muttered, remembering the smug look she gave him in Paris. He recognized Nathan as well but didn't see any sign of Nancy. Joe's phone buzzed again and he looked at his brother, annoyed. "What the hell, Joe? You can't turn your phone off?"

"It's Mom," Joe whispered. "She's been blowing up my phone for the last hour."

"You haven't called her yet?" Frank looked at him incredulously. "Even I know to answer the damn phone when she calls!"

"Will you two stop it before they hear you? You can deal with your mother later!" whispered Drew. Powers wasn't paying any attention and was still yelling at the others. Anna looked at her phone and slowly approached him.

"What?" Powers cried, annoyed.

"Our contact just gave word that the federal transport will be leaving within the next hour or so," she replied. "There will be minimal guards so we should be able to overtake it without a problem."

"Nathan," Powers looked at the man, "get some men and meet the transport. Bring that little troublemaker here and have her take care of it. Speaking of which, how is she coming along, Anna?"

"She hasn't given us any trouble, sir," Anna said nervously. "She'll be ready when you are."

"I expected as much," Powers smiled. "She's been very complacent and willing to obey since we left the hotel. Dr. Cox really did an amazing job on her."

Frank's heart sank listening to Powers. Hearing about a federal transport meant they knew when James was being transferred and would intercept it to get to him. Hearing about Nancy, though, just made everything more complicated.

"He's demanding to see his lawyer," the agent replied softly. She had taken Agent Davis aside to speak with her so Carson and Fenton would not hear.

"Damn it!" Davis cried. She looked over to where the two fathers were speaking quietly to one another. "I knew I shouldn't have said something about him being here! Is he asking for anything else?"

"No, ma'am," the agent shook her head. "He doesn't want to speak to anyone anymore until he speaks with his lawyer."

"Fine," Davis said reluctantly. She strolled over to the two men, seeing that they were speaking softly about something that was going on.

"Laura is upset," Fenton said. "She said Joe left earlier and hasn't been back since. She's getting a bit worried though I'm not. He's probably out with friends."

"Did he leave a note?" Carson asked.

"Well, yeah, so I don't understand why she's worrying. He does this all the time and he's an adult."

"I hate to interrupt the conversation," Davis replied though she was interested in what they were talking about, "but he wants to talk to you, Mr. Drew."

"Me? Why would he ask that?"

"I'm not sure and I'm reluctant to let you in for fear of what you might do to him," Davis said. "If you don't want to see him, I'm sure Mr. Matthews will understand."

"No, I'll see him," Carson said, ready to go in. "Maybe he'll give some insight as to what is going on."

"Okay, but if you try anything, I swear you'll lose your license. Understand?"

"Perfectly." He followed Davis to the room where James was but stopped him before he went in.

"I'll be next door, watching. Please don't do anything stupid." Carson nodded and walked in once she opened the door. Fenton hung back with the agent and followed her into the other room.

As Carson walked in, James straightened himself and smiled. He waited as Carson got settled in the chair before speaking.

"You look good, Carson," he said.

"Cut the crap, James," Carson growled at him, giving the man a nasty look. "What is it that you want?"

"I need your help."

"And why would I help you after everything you've done?"

"Okay, than just give me a little trust and listen to what I have to say," James leaned in and spoke softly. "Plus I will tell you how to get a hold of them."

"Why don't you tell this to Agent Davis?" Carson folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Because I don't trust her," James whispered.

"You do realize that she is listening in as we speak?" Carson replied, leaning forward. He rolled his eyes to the two-way mirror as James nodded in acknowledgment.

"I know but I'm being serious," he continued, glancing at the mirror.

"Then tell me why you don't trust her but you turn to me to trust you."

James bit his lip, thinking. He knew he needed to tell Carson what happened but he was afraid of Agent Davis and what she might do. Sighing, James told Carson what transpired over the course of the past few months starting when he first contacted Amelia while in Geneva. He stopped right after the rescue in Paris, giving Carson time to let everything sink in.

"Okay, but none of this tells me why you don't trust Agent Davis," Carson stated. "What it tells me is that you practically stalked my daughter and Frank, at least keeping your distance from them."

"I was just making sure they were okay," James replied. "There was nothing malicious about what I did. Wouldn't you have done the same thing if you had the opportunity?"

Carson looked at him, not knowing what to say. He thought that he probably would have been with the two at all times but then realized he would eventually keep his distance knowing that it was their wish. Finally nodding in agreement, Carson asked him what happened after he called on their way to the hospital or wherever it was they were going then.

"We were outside Zurich for almost two weeks," James said, confirming the story heard on the news. "We were told we couldn't move Frank due to an infection that settled in but right before we left, a female agent arrived with two men posing as agents. The doctor there warned us about them, saying the two men were not who they said they were. They were searching the entire building for us, so someone there knew who we were and knew we were there. This Agent Davis could easily be this agent Bianca spoke of. The only people who would know are the ones who were there and the ones they killed."

"Agent Davis said she had evidence that it was you, Nancy, and Frank along with Powers were the ones who killed those people," Carson said keeping his voice low.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"Not at all," Carson shook his head. "It's not something either one of them would do. That woman has been acting weird since that incident occurred. I also haven't trusted her since their photos were released to the press."

"We had nothing to do with it. Honest." James waited, looking at Carson as the man took it all it. "Do you believe me now?"

"I can't believe that I'm saying this but, yes," Carson replied. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Get me out of here!" James cried as low as he could. He motioned for Carson to come closer. He whispered a number, saying it was a GO phone they used in case of emergencies. "Amelia carries it with her but sometimes passes it along to Drew. If she doesn't answer, he will. Either one of them will tell you what is going on with Frank and Nancy."

"Thank you, James," Carson replied, making a mental note of the phone number. "I'll see what I can do to get you out of here."

James looked surprised as Carson rose from his seat and smiled down at his old friend. There was something about the way James told the story that made him believe Agent Davis was an issue. He already didn't trust her but now Carson also wondered why the woman was insisting on taking James out of the airport so quickly. He was going to make sure she didn't get the chance. The moment he left the room, Carson got out his phone and dialed a friend of his who was a federal judge in New York.

"What's going on?" Fenton asked quietly once Carson was off the phone thirty minutes later.

"You'll see," Carson said vaguely, motioning for him to follow. He walked up to Agent Davis who was standing nearby. "I have a court order coming in that is ordering you to stop any transfer of James Matthews."

"Oh, really?" Davis raised her eyebrow. "Are you his lawyer now? As long as that paper is not in my hands, I don't have to follow the order and none of the other agents here will either. You and your friend are no longer welcome here so I suggest you get the hell out before I throw you out!"

"You have no idea who you are messing with here, Agent Davis!" cried Carson, shocking even Fenton with the strength of the words. "If you go against this order before it comes in, I will make sure that you are no longer in charge of this investigation and you get suspended!"

"Get them out of here!" she screamed at the agents nearby. Two agents each grabbed Carson and Fenton and escorted the two down the hall. The men protested the whole time while Agent Davis smirked, knowing she won the round.

Once they were in the main terminal of the airport, Carson got out his phone again and dialed the number James gave him.

"Now who you are calling?" Fenton asked.

"Someone who's going to help us faster than a judge."