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"By the way, Harry. That information you wanted just came through." Ruth handed him a document.

"Good. Ruth, start narrowing down on that signal. Try to pinpoint where in the building it's originating. Lucas will be with you in just a minute. Close the doors behind you, please."

Ruth left quickly resealing the room. Lucas looked down at Harry.

"Make it fast. I need to get out there and help find her."

"You will. But first, the connection between Durning and Gavin Todd. I told you Todd had numerous affairs while married to Haydence."

"And?" Now that a fresh lead had surfaced, Lucas with starting to get impatient.

"One of those affairs was with Charlotte, Durning's sister. He had his own people search into Gavin's history."

"Durning found out about the abuse to Hayd."

"And was determined his sister wouldn't suffer the same fate. There was more than one group watching Hayd's flat that night. I think that when Gavin showed up, Durning's men contacted him. Durning arrived and heard the whole confrontation between the two."

"He listened to her being beaten and did nothing." Lucas's anger seethed.

"Then with both of them passed out, he comes in. The door had already been breached. All he had to do was pick up her baseball bat and start swinging."

"Leaving Haydence and Six thinking she murdered Gavin. You said at the time a second set of fingerprints were found on the bat."

Holding up the paper Ruth had just handed him. "This just confirms that Durning's prints taken from his office just now are the same as on Hayd's bat from that night."

"So what does he want with Hayd now?"

"Well, apart from her obvious betrayal of wearing a wire, I don't know."

"Hold on. You said Charlotte was killed in Afghanistan. What was she doing over there?"

"After Gavin's death, she became reclusive. She didn't believe the suicide story that Six cooked up. A few years later she joined a peace activist group and went helping civilians in war torn places around the world. Her death was a tragic accident."

"You don't think that in Durning's sick mind he holds Hayd responsible for Charlotte's death?"

Harry shook her head. "God help her if he does."

The phone buzzed. Harry answered. "What?"

"It's Ruth. I've pinpointed the source of the signal. I need you and Lucas in here now."

Both Lucas and Harry ran from the room.

Ruth leaned over her computer screen but moved to give both of them room to see.

"I've located a sub-basement in Durning's building not on the original schematic. The signal is coming from there."

Harry looked at Ruth. "But if Haydence only sewed the thread into Durning's suit, how's that possible."

A light came on in Lucas's eyes. "She didn't just sew it into his suit. She sewed it into her own clothes as well. She was up all night. It wouldn't have taken her a couple of minutes to sew some of the tracking thread into her own clothes." Lucas grinned hopefully.

"Clever girl." Harry beamed.

Ruth wasn't so sure. "Clever – unless Durning makes her take her clothes off."

Hayd woke up to a terribly fuzzy feeling in her head. It was dark. The last thing she remembered was the cup and saucer slipping from her hand. She reached to her ear. No earpiece. She brought her hand up to her dress. She could feel where Durning had ripped it and taken the wire. Swallowing, Haydence tried to keep her cool. She had her back up plan, and she had faith in Lucas. He would find her.

Then the light came on allowing her to see the room she was in. It wasn't much. Plain walls and a single bed pushed up against the far wall. She had been placed on the bed. The door opened, and Durning sauntered in pleased with himself.

"You are disappointing in so many ways, Mrs. Todd."

"You'll forgive me for not standing up." Hayd nodded to how her wrist was handcuffed to the bed hindering her movements. "And for not giving a shit about disappointing you."

Durning grinned, "There's that bravery again. Those balls that have fascinated me since I first met you. Where were those balls when Gavin Todd was beating you down every night?"

"I don't know what you mean." Her voice stammered.

"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of having you break your silence and end up being deported. Mind you, deportation is the least of your worries now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, first, you're going to strip for me. Then we'll have some fun. After that, I'm going to kill you. Why should a weak willed, American bitch like you go on living while my sister's ashes sit on my desk?"

"I had nothing to do with Charlotte's death."

"If you had had the nerve to deal with your mad husband, Gavin would have never gotten involved with Charlotte. Did you know they were lovers? Did you know she mourned him? A base, treasonous, wife beater, and she mourned him."

"That's not my fault. Besides, he's dead now."

"No thanks to you."

"What?"

"Do you really think that someone as weak as you could murder anybody."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying your new found bravery is based on a lie. You think that at the end you had the strength to stand up to your husband. You didn't. That was me. You'd be dead right now if I hadn't beaten Gavin to a bloody pulp with your bat."

Hayd stared off into space dazed. "No. That's not true. I killed him. I stood up to him. Just once, I stood up to him."

"No. You didn't. I did." He walked closer and grabbed her chin forcing it upwards. "So, you owe me. Now strip."

"Go to hell."

Durning reared back and hit Hayd with the flat of his hand. "Take them off, now."

As Hayd started to loosen what was left of her dress, Durning made a call on his mobile, "Send it in here."

By the time Hayd was devoid of all her clothes, the man arrived and passed Durning a package. Durning handed Hayd's clothes to him. "Get rid of these too. Just in case." Durning tossed the package on the bed. "Open it."

Hayd did as she was told, but her hands shook. She found a new change of clothes in the bag. Durning smiled as he walked out the door, "Put them on. We're going for a ride."

As the door closed behind him, Hayd's heart sank.