Scene Thirteen

Jarod is on the phone in the building where Jarod had just "boxed" up Alex.

"Ethan? Is that really you?" he exclaims.

"Yes, brother, it's me." Jarod goes to sit in one of the chairs by the table.

"I can't believe it. Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry about leaving like that but I just followed the voices, her voice. And you won't believe where they lead me. Will you tell my sister I'm sorry for leaving?"

"You've got it. So where are you that I won't believe it?" asks Jarod, hopping his instincts were right.

"Well...to your mother." Jarod is stunned. He can't move. He almost drops his phone as he flashes back to when Catherine told him that Ethan was going to help him find his mother. "Jarod? Hello?"

"I...I'm here," he stutters out. "Are you kidding me? You found her?"

"Yes, bro, I found her."

"Wow." The only word he could get out.

"Find something to write on, I'll tell you the address."

"Okay, hold on." Jarod stands up slowly, still a little weak in the knees. He goes to his car and pulls out a piece of paper from a red notebook and a pen. "Okay, shoot."

"St. Agnes Church. Vancouver, Washington. Come as soon as possible Jarod. The longer you take the less time you have because she is thinking of moving again."

"Of course. You talked with her? Is she well?"

"Yes. Her health is great but she is still very sad, like you and my sister, not knowing your family, but that all will end soon."

"Right. Okay I have to wrap up a few things here but that won't take long and then I'm on the next flight to you guys."

"Great. See you soon Jarod."

"You too Ethan." (Click) He dials a number. "Yes I need a package delivered tomorrow." There is a pause. "Great. Here's the address." He tells them where he is. "Thank you." Jarod hangs up and gets his things ready in his car. Soon a FedEx truck pills up. Jarod points the box with Alex. He walks over to the trucker. He hands a piece of paper to him. "You'll be delivering it?" The man nods up and down. "Great. Here is the address where it needs to go. Deliver it at 9 o'clock sharp. They will stop you at the doors so just tell them it is for a Mr. Lyle and they'll take it from there. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great thank you so much." Jarod hands him some money for his troubles. "And thanks for coming so late to get it."

"No problem." The man gets in his truck and pulls away. Jarod then gets into his car and drives to the airport. He gets his ticket, of course paying for it with Centre money. While waiting for take off he sits down and pulls out his computer. He uses his old ID card from the NSA when he was first on Alex's case to break into some records on Tommy Thompson. He finds the morgue report and looks for the blood type. He eyes scan the screen.

"Blood type...A," he whispers to himself. He looks up. "He's not her father either. Then who is?" He sits for a bit but soon his face changes as a name comes to his head. He smiles as he says "Ben."

"Now boarding flight 108 to Vancouver." Jarod packs up his things and boards the plane.