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Chapter 35: Fight

Bobby watched as Sweet and two other men exited the car that had just pulled up. He watched as a fourth body was pulled, not so gently from the rear passenger side door, by Sweet. His gut twisted when he realized it had to be Craig, covered with a large blanket, held by what looked like a choking hold around his throat by one of Sweet's arms. Sweet dragged the form along with him by that choking arm, not allowing him to get his footing on the ice. Bobby squinted against the blaring white surrounding him, trying to make out some details. It didn't look as if there were any shoes on the boy, but the blanket was dragging along on the ground, blocking any real view of any of Craig's body.

Sweet pushed the boy down onto the ice at his feet and then stepped past him, to jerk the duffle bag from Jerry and crouch down to examine the goods. The form lying on the ice under the blanket remained still, and that worried Bobby. Either the kid was too weak to fight off the man, or he had given up fighting him off and was actually listening to him and doing what he was told by the fucker. Either way, it wasn't good, Craig was a fighter he just didn't know it yet. He was fourteen, he shouldn't have to know it yet, that was what his mother was trying to accomplish with Craig, to let him have as normal a childhood as he could after the hell he'd been through with his father. Bobby understood that now. He understood because that part of him that felt parental towards the boy wanted the same things for him that Evelyn did. Victor Sweet had crushed all of that, but Craig should have been fighting this guy all the way, not doing what he was fucking told by him. There was something very wrong with the way this was looking to the eldest Mercer. He watched Sweet put his hand on Craig while he was still lying on the ice watched him hold him there and his gut twisted harder.

Sweet finally stood, still hovering over the blanket at his feet. Bobby waited for him to pull his brother up off the ice, and let Jerry have him. Jerry had to have him before he made any move to join them. Then Sweet lifted a foot and brought it down on the boy.

Bobby waited until he seen Craig on the ice under Sweet's foot before stuffing his gun into his belt and getting out of the car, he'd seen enough, the man touched his little brother too much. The white Volvo had served the purpose he'd intended. It was practically invisible on the snow covered ice of the lakebed. He adjusted his hat before taking his first steps towards his brothers. If Sweet hadn't removed his foot by the time he reached him, he would remove it for him.

He could barely make out the forms of the men gathered around the hole cut in the ice, but he would know his brothers from any distance, at any time, and he was watching them both closely, Jerry was just as important. It didn't appear Sweet's men were going to back down from their deal with Jerry, that meant Jerry was safe. He was more worried about Craig. As he drew closer he could see Craig being thrust across the ice towards Jerry and his blood boiled at the thought of anyone putting their hands on the boy. He didn't feel the cold stabbing at his face. He didn't bother to pull his coat around him, there was no need.

He kept his concentration on the image before him of Jerry pulling Craig into his coat. What he was doing with him he couldn't make out, but he seemed to be pulling something off of him. His mind tried to reason what it could be, a blindfold, or something tied around his mouth. He didn't really want to think about what it was because with each vision that went through his mind his temper was building. He was gonna kill the fucker who had put his family through a week's worth of hell. He was going to feel the life drain from his body and the cause of it was going to be his own two hands.

He hadn't heard anything from Angel or Sofi, but Fowler was a no-show, that told him that Angel's little plan had worked, at least so far. He started flexing his fingers as he drew closer, stretching his arms out to his side and rolling his shoulders to loosen the muscles. He could hear Sweet's voice being carried to him in waves on the wind, but could barely make out any words. One of the men walked up to Jerry and Craig and Jerry let him reach under the blanket, under Jerry's coat, to do something with Craig, and moments later he watched Craig's arms drop into view from the covering of the blanket. The son of a bitch found tying kids up necessary, and that sickened Bobby.

He focused on Craig, who seemed to be looking directly at him now. The boy looked as white as the snow stretching out around him and for some odd reason he seemed very small at that moment, younger than fourteen. It looked as if Jerry were holding him up. He would check him out from head to toe; see what all Sweet had done to him before he rid Detroit of the bastard. Sweet was going to know with his dying breath that his biggest mistake was to mess with Bobby Mercer's family.

Craig let the image of Bobby surrounded by white burn into his memory. If it was the last memory he ever had that would be just fine with him. His oldest brother was there, and that was all that he cared about.

"Come on now, who's gonna do it, huh?" Sweet was turning to look as his own men, trying to intimidate them. "Which of you tough guys gonna do it?" He yelled as the men tightened their circle around him.

Jerry turned with Craig, towards Bobby who was getting closer.

"Who's gonna take on the champ?" Victor yelled, "You Charlie?" He was still trying to sound as if he were in control, still trying to sound daunting to his men. "Yeah, that's right." He spoke when no one seemed to be making a move on him. He sounded even more self-assured.

Jerry lifted Craig enough that his feet left the ground, and he carried him towards Bobby's approaching form. The boy didn't take his eyes off of his oldest brother, he couldn't. He was afraid that if he looked away he would disappear, that they would all disappear and he would be back in that room with the pipes, alone with Sweet.

"Is that who I think it is?" Sweet called out. "Is this what you all been waiting on?" He sounded amused.

Bobby met up with Jerry and Craig as Jerry set the boy's feet back down on the blanket next to fire drum. "You all right Jerry?" He asked as he pulled his gun out of his belt.

"Yeah, I'm straight." Jerry took the pistol from Bobby and reached around to slide it down into his own belt at his back.

"How 'bout you baby boy?" Bobby reached out and cupped Craig's chin in his hand, turning his face to get a full view. "Did that bastard do this to you?" He let his thumb brush against the cut on Craig's cheek.

Craig swallowed hard but didn't try to speak. His throat felt dry and raw. He wanted to grab onto Bobby and hide in him, but knew at that moment that he couldn't.

Bobby pulled Jerry's coat and the blanket away from Craig, taking a hold on his arm and turning him so that he could see what kind of condition he was in. He kept his hand cupped around the boy's chin, and used his other hand to rub at the bruise on his stomach, then turned him to look at his back. He showed no emotion as he pulled the blanket away from him, scanning on down his legs. "What the fuck did he do to you?" He voice came out tight as he looked down at Craig's feet, at the bandage stained with blood covering his toe. "Did he do anything else?"

Craig forced his head to shake from left to right. It was a lie, but he couldn't tell Bobby anything right then. Not at that moment.

Bobby drew in a deep breath and pulled his hands back, pulling off his coat. He draped it over Craig's shoulders, on top of the blanket, and wrapped it around him. Jerry wrapped Bobby's coat more secure around the boy. "You stay here, next to the fire." He told him.

"Oh shit." Someone in the group spoke up.

"Oh, Bobby Mercer, back in town," Sweet laughed out loud and Craig felt his muscles tense up and his breath catch hard in his chest. The sound of the man's voice sent a fear vibrating through his insides that he couldn't control. Bobby and Jerry were both right there; there was no need for him to be afraid. He'd been afraid of Sweet and everything the man had done to him, but he'd kept it under control while he had to in order to deal with the situation, now he didn't have to deal with it, Bobby was going to, and that terror was free to flood in and bite at every nerve in his body as he watched the man pulling off his coat. "You gonna be the one man?" Sweet was still talking with confidence, and sounding amused by the whole situation, dancing and stretching his arms, loosening up for a fight.

Bobby grabbed hold of the cross hanging from the chain around his neck and kissed it before dropping in under his shirt. The man watched the boy's reaction to Sweet's voice, and it only fueled the fire that was burning inside. He rested a hand on the back of Craig's head. "You're safe now Craig, calm down." His voice was quiet. "We got business to take care of. You stay by this fire and keep warm." He turned towards Sweet. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.

"Bring it on, what you got?" Sweet yelled.

Craig stayed where Bobby and Jerry left him and watched as Bobby walked towards Sweet, the men opening a hole in their circle, and backing off enough to give the Mercer enough room. Bobby's black gloved fingers flexed and then formed fists as he stretched his own arms a couple of times.

"Watch his hands Bobby." Evan called out, as the men around them started to sound enthusiastic about what was taking place.

"You better say a prayer man." Sweet spoke loudly as he waved for Bobby to come closer to him challenging the man to continue.

Bobby moved closer, and the two men set to moving around each other, watching each other. Craig shivered from the cold, and wanted to curl up into a ball right then to warm up. He kept his gaze on Bobby.

"Kick his ass! Kick his ass!" Shouts started rising from the crowd. "Come on! Kick his ass! Come on that's it! Hit him hard Bobby!"

Bobby took a swing and Sweet ducked, coming back up to look at Bobby, laughing at his failed attempt. Bobby followed it up with a right hook, but Victor again dodged that, coming back with a left and nailing Bobby in the jaw, spinning him around. As Bobby turned back to face Sweet, the man came back with a right, again revolving him around. He lost his footing on the ice, catching himself with his hands as the momentum slid him towards Jerry. Jerry held his hands out to stop his brother's forward skim, but Bobby caught himself without needing the help and turned back towards Sweet.

"Get your ass up!" Victor yelled out.

"Get him!" Jerry yelled out to Bobby. "All right, you got him!"

Craig didn't want to watch, but couldn't pull his eyes away. Bobby had been hit, twice, and had yet to land a punch. What if all of this turned bad? What if Bobby ended up getting killed? The fear that had inundated him only a few moments before was building, and working into new fears as his confused mind processed the scene in front of him.

"Put that shit away man, come on." Sweet called to Bobby.

"Yeah, come on man!" Evan called out as the two men started circling each other again.

"Take him out boy!" An unknown voice called out of the crowd, the rest of the men clapping and cheering.

Bobby let off a jab and nailed Sweet square center in the face. Sweet stumble back a couple of steps, but didn't seem fazed. Bobby let off another punch, hitting Sweet in the mouth, sending him back into the crowd of men behind him.

"Get back! Get back! Get back!" Craig couldn't tell if it was Sweet yelling the words over the crowd or someone in the crowd yelling the words at Victor Sweet, he only knew that Bobby had gotten in a couple of punches.

Bobby moved to swing again, but Sweet blocked the punch and came back with a right to Bobby's gut, then a left followed by another right, sending Bobby back. Sweet didn't back down. "That's it!" He yelled and proceeded to knee Bobby in the balls, sending him down to the ice.

Craig felt his insides turning to ice at the look of pain that crossed Bobby's face. He watched at Victor dropped down, diving into Bobby with his hands around his throat. "It's over now Bobby!" He yelled as his hands took hold. Bobby was still fighting, and Sweet changed his hold, encasing Bobby's throat with his arm, flipping around behind him and they both rolled on the ground. "Goodnight man!" Sweet shouted. "That's it!" He looked up and leveled his gaze on Craig while he had Bobby pinned down, choking off his air. "That boy was one fine fuck." He spoke to Bobby in a quiet voice, keeping his gaze fixed on Craig.

Craig realized Sweet was looking at him, and felt the terror inside rise to his chest and he had to fight to breath. He couldn't hear what Sweet was saying, but it looked as if he were going to kill Bobby.

Bobby looked at Craig as he still struggled to free himself from Sweet's hold.

"I'll have a real good time with him later, once I'm done with you." Sweet laughed as he strengthened the squeeze around Bobby's throat.

"Elbow baby, elbow," Evan yelled out. "Turn it around man!"

The words being shouted around him sunk in as Bobby's rage surged. He pulled up his right elbow and brought it back down hard into Sweet, then again, the blow causing enough pain and force to free him from the man.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Jerry yelled out.

Bobby barely had to look as he swung his elbow back a third time, this time up higher, making contact with Sweet's face.

Sweet rolled away, holding his nose as he did.

Bobby rolled to his feet while Sweet was still on his knees and came at him with a left. Sweet didn't have time to duck, and the punch he tried to come back with missed Bobby completely. Bobby didn't stop, bringing a right into the man's face again, sending him back down on the ground. "Get up bitch!" Bobby yelled at him. "Get up!"

Sweet pulled himself up to his feet, looking unsteady on the ice, making the mistake of leaving his back open to Bobby as he slid around, trying to get his footing. Bobby landed a punch to the man's back with all the force he could put into it. The impact sent Sweet right into Evan. "Motherfucker!" He called out, reaching back with his arms to the pain that seemed to have penetrated his whole body.

Craig felt some satisfaction at the pained expression that crossed the man's face, and the fear that was evident in his eyes. He wanted the man to feel the same as he had.

"Get your bitch ass back in there!" Evan turned the man and gave him a hard push back towards Bobby, who greeted him with a head butt to the face the second he was facing him. Bobby didn't give the man a chance to recover before sinking a knee deep into the man's gut, following that up with a left to his head.

"Get him back here!" A voice shouted out.

Bobby continued the blows, first a right, then a left, the blows were so hard Victor was thrown off his feet and sent through the air.

There was completed silence as Bobby stood looking down at the still form on the ice. Craig managed to suck in air, not realizing he'd been holding his breath.

Jerry walked up to stand next to Bobby as the rest of the men gathered around, looking at the man. It wasn't until Bobby spoke that the gravity of the fight sunk in for the boy. "Get him in the hole." Bobby nodded towards the hole in the ice. He looked up at Craig as the men picked Sweet's body up and gave it a swing. It was then that Craig realized Sweet was really dead. Bobby had hit on him hard enough to kill him.

Craig watched as Bobby and Jerry walked towards him. He felt tears run down his cheeks, and didn't care. He held his arms out to Bobby when the man reached him, and welcomed the warm arms that wrapped around him. He hung onto Bobby's neck and buried his face into his shirt.

"You're gonna be fine kid." Bobby reached an arm down to Craig's knees and lifted him up as he started walking away from the scene behind him. Jerry reached up and gave Craig a pat on the arm as he walked next to Bobby.

"What about the police?" Jerry asked.

"Police?" Bobby glanced over at Jerry. "Cops love the Mercers, Jerry." He sounded cynical. "Besides, that's what we got our buddy Green for, remember?"

Jerry nodded his head. "He can only do so much." He looked down at Craig.

"Craig will do fine." Bobby glanced down at the boy. "Let's get him to the car and into some warm clothes. Then we can explain to him what we need to do."

Craig held onto Bobby even tighter, not wanting to let go of him. He wanted to go home, take a hot shower and sleep for a few days. He looked to see where they were walking to, and could only see the snow and ice. As they continued walking the shape of Jerry's white Volvo started to take shape on the sea of ice and snow. Bobby opened the back door of the car and eased Craig inside. Jerry got in behind the wheel and started the engine. He set the heater on high and got back out. He moved to the back of the car while Bobby pulled his coat away from Craig and pulled into it himself. "You lay down."" He told the boy.

Craig rested back across the seat and let Bobby lift his left foot up. He stared at the ceiling of the car, concentrating on the light above him.

"What the fuck," Jerry came up to stand at Bobby's side, a paper bag in his hands.

Bobby was easing the bandage away from where Craig's toe was supposed to be. "He needs a hospital." He spoke quietly, glancing at the boy. "Call Green and let him know we'll meet him where we agreed." He looked back down to the injury. "What else did he do to you Craig?" He asked the question calmly.

Craig didn't look at Bobby. He didn't try to answer him. He couldn't tell his brothers what Sweet had done. What would they think about it happening again? Would they really think that it wasn't his fault this time? They told him before it wasn't him, it was the sick fucker who had touched him, but for it to happen again... even Craig had to wonder, was it him? Was it something he did, or the way he acted? He didn't understand, and he didn't think that his brothers would either. How could they if he didn't?

Jerry took his cell phone from Bobby and started making a call. He turned away from the car and started talking quietly.

"He hit you? He put that on your face?" Bobby drew Craig's attention away from Jerry. He still sounded calm. He waited for an answer, but when Craig didn't give one he went on. "What about that bruise on your chest and the one on your back?"

Craig returned his concentration to the light above him, trying to follow the lines in the casing, trying to ignore the questions. He wanted to forget about man number two, who had tried to get what Sweet had manager to. The man had stomped on him like he was a bug on the floor, and then had kicked him in the back. If he told Bobby about that man, he'd have to tell the rest of it. He was thankful when he noticed Jerry, just at the edge of his vision, turning back towards them, closing up the phone. He thought that maybe the questions would stop with Jerry returning to the car.

Bobby returned the bandage to the foot and took a pair of socks offered by Jerry who had been digging through the paper bag. Craig felt a warm sock being slipped over his foot carefully. Then Bobby lifted his right foot and put a sock on it.

"You know, you aren't gonna do that. You aren't gonna go off into your own little world, not this time." Bobby proceeded to slide Craig's underwear off, and then pushed a pair of long johns onto him. Next he put a pair of sweatpants on him. He reached in and took a hold of Craig's arms, sitting him up, leaving the blanket on the seat. He pushed a thermal shirt over his head and then let Craig push his arms into the sleeves. He did the same with an over sized sweat shirt. "What kind of shots were they giving you Craig?" He asked the question with no warning.

Craig shook his head slowly, not knowing the answer to the question. He felt a shiver run through his body, though he was starting to warm up. Jerry reached into the bag one more time to pull out a flannel shirt lined with quilting. He handed it to Bobby and watched the man push Craig's arms into it.

Bobby buttoned the shirt quickly; afterwards, he took a hold of Craig's right hand, pulling the sleeves back enough that he could look at the marks cut into the skin from the hand cuffs. "He kept you handcuffed?" He asked.

Again Craig didn't answer. He turned his head so that he didn't have to look at Bobby's eyes. He stared at the back of the front seat.

Bobby drew in a deep breath. "Okay, you don't want to talk right now, that's fine, for the moment. We gotta take you to Green. He's gonna take you to the hospital. The cops are gonna want to ask you some questions when they find out you're there. They know that you were taken by Sweet. When they start asking questions, I want you to pull the silent shit. You don't know nothin', you were never out here. Green is gonna say he found you dumped in some alley. You don't remember anything about how you got there. You don't remember any of the shit that's happened in the past thirty two hours." Bobby moved his attention to the boy's left wrist. "But once this is all over and we got you back home, you are gonna fucking talk to me."

Craig looked up at Bobby as the man's words seemed to sink in. "I don't want to go with Green." He spoke weakly.

Bobby's expression softened slightly. "I don't want you to. But we gotta be at the house to get the phone call sayin' they found you kid, or it won't look right. You need a hospital, and if we carry you into one it's gonna look even worse. It won't be long, I promise. Green is gonna call it in that he found you, and they'll send an ambulance. They'll call us and tell us they found you and we'll be there before you even know it." Bobby reached up and held Craig's face between his hands. "You gotta do this Craig. I know it's hard but you're a Mercer you can do this."

Craig nodded his head. His mind started working a little more clearly as he processed what was going to happen next. His brain seemed to start clicking with questions, and wanting know what all was going on. What had happened after he'd been stabbed with that needle and dragged to the van? He looked at Bobby as his mind reminded him that Jack had been lying on top of him only moments before he'd been grabbed, bleeding, and screaming. "Jack…" He started to speak.

"He's alive." Jerry spoke quickly. "He's gonna be okay, but it's gonna be a while before you can see him. He's gonna be in the hospital for a bit, and he's gonna need some time to heal."

"Angel?" Craig looked at Jerry, then back to Bobby.

"Angel's fine. He wanted to be here to beat the shit out of Sweet himself, but he had something else that he had to do to make this possible. Until after you have played your little silence game with the cops, we can't say anything else about that. Okay?" Bobby still had his hands at each side of Craig's face.

Craig nodded his head slightly.

"Green is gonna be there in less than an hour man, we gotta go." Jerry spoke quickly.

Bobby nodded his head, keeping his eyes on Craig. "That blanket came from Sweet?" He asked Craig as he pulled the blanket out from under him.

Craig nodded his head.

"I'd like to burn it right now, but it's actually a good thing. If it came from Sweet then they can't tie it to us, and they might be able to trace it back to him. You will need to keep it with you." Bobby wadded it up and laid it in Craig's lap. "Move over and let me in." He instructed while Jerry walked around to the driver's door.

Craig pulled away from the open door and let Bobby sit on the seat next to him. He waited long enough for Bobby to pull the door closed, then leaned into him and closed his eyes. He didn't want to go with Green; he wanted to stay with Bobby. He felt safe at that moment and he didn't want to give up that feeling. He knew that it would be lost the moment Bobby left him. He felt Bobby's arm move around him and his mind started drifting. The feel of the tires on the snow covered ice vibrated through the car with a slow rhythm that seemed to pull his mind further into sleep.

Jerry glanced back between the seats at Bobby and Craig. "He's going to sleep." He spoke.

Craig heard the words.

"Let him sleep. It will be easier to switch him over to Green if he's sleeping." Bobby's voice spoke just above the boy. Craig didn't like the sound of the words, but couldn't pull himself out of the sleep that was drawing him in.

"For us or him?" Jerry's voice sounded as if he were far away.

Craig didn't hear anything else. He felt the vibration of the car change after what seemed a long time, but his mind wouldn't let him come out of the first peaceful, real sleep he'd had since he'd had for what felt like days, but according to Bobby had only been thirty two hours.

Craig stirred when Bobby pulled him from the car. He didn't want to wake up, so he leaned into Bobby who was carrying him. He held onto Bobby's neck, and didn't let go when he felt his brother setting him down on something cold and hard.

"Craig, come on now, we explained this to you." Bobby spoke gently, trying to pry Craig's arms away from him. "I'm sorry baby, this is killing me too, but you need a doctor, and Green is the only way to get you to one." He whispered in the boy's ear.

Craig let go without opening his eyes. He rolled away from Bobby, curling up into a tight ball, and let himself cry.

Bobby moved away from the back side of the dumpster where he'd put the boy down on the blanket. He looked at Green as he walked up to him. "You keep him safe." His voice was choked as he spoke.

"I'll give you ten minutes and then I'll call it in. You boys get home and wait for the call." Green stood next to his own car. "I'll see you at the hospital."

"What's goin' on with Angel?" Jerry asked Green quickly.

"He's been arrested. Fowler's buddies on the force knew about this little meeting, I'm sure, so they'll push this as far as they can. They know this was part of that. They'll find Sweet soon enough and they'll have all of you boys in for questioning." Green looked at Bobby. "Get your asses home and let me get this boy to a hospital. Go." He motioned for them to get into Jerry's Volvo.

Craig looked over in time to see Jerry's car drive down the alley, carrying his brothers away. He looked up at Green who was walking towards him.

Green stooped down next to him. "You're okay Craig." He patted the boy on the arm. "I'll get them back to you as soon as I can." He nodded his head. "You just relax." Green didn't say anything else. He stayed next to Craig, and checked his watch every few minutes. "Okay," He finally spoke. "This is where I see a suspicious looking vehicle pull into the alley and stop here. They pull away before I can get to them to check them out, but they have dumped you here to get rid of you." He winked. "So, I ask you if you're okay. You don't answer, because you're in shock." He stood slowly. "So I go back to the car and radio in for an ambulance." He moved away, walking to his car. He sat in the driver's seat and started talking on the radio.

Craig turned away, looking up the alley in the direction Jerry's Volvo had headed a while before. He let his mind slip into a safe numbness, and tried to ignore the panic that had settled into his stomach. He didn't want to go to a hospital, he wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his brothers, and feel safe. His body hurt, and he was sure that if he could have a hot shower and some food that he would be fine. He heard Green coming back towards him, talking, but he didn't hear the words. They sounded garbled to his ears. He felt his body shivering and hugged himself tightly, though he didn't' seem to feel the cold right then.

It seemed almost immediately there were red lights flashing around him, and people were approaching him wearing uniforms and carrying bags. He seen police cruisers pulling up one end of the alley, and Green was talking to some officers, but staying close. Craig wanted to get up and run home. He felt his body being lifted onto something softer than the blanket on the ground. Then his shirts were being pulled off of him, and his initial reaction was to fight off the people trying to remove his clothes. Hands held him down and he cried out for Bobby.

Green was there instantly. "Craig, it's okay, I'm gonna call Bobby myself and let him know we found you, okay?" He spoke to the boy. "You gotta let the paramedics do their job kiddo." His words seemed to calm Craig, barely. He still felt panic trying to take control, but he stopped fighting.

"I want Bobby." He started sobbing.

"I know you want your brothers Craig. It's okay. We're gonna get you to the hospital, and Bobby will come there." Green spoke carefully.

Craig nodded his head, letting Green know that he understood. He did understand, but it didn't ease the fears struggling to take control.

Green rested a hand on the boy's forehead while the medics pulled a blanket up over the boy and proceeded to strap him down across his stomach and legs. He felt his body moving towards the back of the ambulance. It all seemed surreal to him. He felt the gurney he was strapped to being lifted and then he felt heat wash over him. He looked down towards his feet at the door, where Green stood watching.

The medics were talking, but Craig couldn't hear what they were saying. The task of removing his shirts was resumed then, and he didn't struggle against it, though he couldn't help but feel as if they were violating his body is some way. He kept his gaze fixed on Green, the only familiar face in the mass of confusion that seemed to erupt with no warning. He was mentally begging Green to call Bobby. He wanted the safety of having his older brothers around him.

Green nodded his head to him, and pulled out his cell phone. Within moments Craig could hear Green's voice. "Jerry, this is Detective Green. Yeah, I have some news. We've located your missing brother." He spoke loud enough for Craig to hear him. "You need to get Bobby and bring him down to the emergency room. He's asking for him man." He kept his gaze on Craig for a long moment. "They're taking him now." He stepped back as the doors of the ambulance were closed, and the only person in sight to keep Craig calm disappeared from his view.