Danny got up at one o'clock in the morning to answer the phone.
"Danny, is my son there at your place?" Catherine asked.
"No, Catherine. It's one o'clock in the morning and my daughter doesn't bring men to sleep at home," Danny replied.
"That's not what I meant, Danny. I just asked why Kamekona called me saying he didn't go to work and he didn't come home either."
"Maybe he's cheating on my daughter around," Danny replied.
Catherine was very saddened by Danny's suggestion. "I'm sorry I called you," she said and ended the call.
"Oh, my God! First Steve disappears and now my son. What am I going to do?"
A few hours before ...
Peter got up quickly and saw his father's truck drive into the garage of the last house on the street.
Peter approached the house slowly and looked out the kitchen window. He saw a woman taking some things out of the bag and putting them in the kitchen cupboard.
"Who is this woman? My father can't have left my mother for this woman," Peter thought.
Peter continued to watch and noticed that there was a lot of canned food. "My dad doesn't like that," he thought.
Peter also saw her fill a syringe with some medicine and put it on the tray along to a dish that contained the food she had taken from the can.
Peter remained hidden. The day is gone and the night came up. He saw the woman leave the house and join three other women.
"Come on, Stella. It's a beautiful night to walk," one of the women said.
"Stella? That's the name of my father's ex wife," Peter thought.
Peter went to the back doors and opened the backpack. "Time to put into practice the things that my mother taught me."
Peter opened the door, went into the house and took off his shoes so as not to make a noise. He looked in every room and saw no one.
Peter opened the last door and saw that it was an access to the basement of the house.
He went down slowly and looked for the switch. He then turned on the light and looked around. "Dad?"
Steve was lying on an old sofa and was wearing the same clothes he was wearing the day he disappeared.
Peter looked at his wounded, dejected, thin, bearded man. Steve had the look stopped.
Peter knelt beside him and touched his face. "Dad, talk to me!"
Steve looked at him with a confused look.
"It's me, your son Peter."
"Son ..." Steve murmured.
"Yes, it's me. And I'm going to take you home," Peter said.
"Cath ..." Steve murmured again.
"She'll be so happy to have you back home," Peter said to Steve.
Peter was trying to lift Steve when he heard the noise of the front door opening.
"Damn it!" Peter thought. He left Steve on the couch, grabbed his sneakers and backpack, turned off the light and hid behind a small closet, right there in the basement.
A few minutes later, Peter heard the sound of Stella coming down the stairs. She turned on the light and approached Steve.
"I came to say good night, dear."
Steve didn't answer and she turned off the light, went up the stairs and locked the door.
"Oh no!" Peter said in a low voice. He picked up the phone to call Catherine and ask for help. "No battery. What do I do now?" Peter wondered.