Disclaimer: Still don't own anything having to do with UC....
Mrs. Ryan continued to pace around the living room, clutching a picture of Joey to herself. Frank sat on the couch, Mr. Ryan in a chair opposite him. Frank had come to interview them, again. Jake and Alex were trying to figure out what or where DST 34 was. Cody was trying to pull more information from the computer and Monica was trying to piece together everything they had so far.
"Mrs. Ryan-" Frank started.
"We don't have any enemies. Jack's a personal trainer and I'm a fashion designer. We don't have careers that piss people off. I'm not even famous enough for someone to be interested in my bank account." Jack Ryan got up and went to his wife, who had finally stopped her pacing and stood in front of the window that was beside the couch.
"He's just trying to find something that'll help get Joey back to us." Mrs. Ryan leaned into her husband.
"I know. I'm sorry, I'm just worried and scared..." Frank nodded.
"That's perfectly understandable and we're doing all we can. I asked you about you enemies because the man that kidnaped your son wasn't working alone. He was working for someone and, at this time, we have no idea who." Jack Ryan paled and left his wife to do some pacing of his own. Mrs. Ryan hugged the picture closer to her.
"I have someone" Jack's voice broke the silence that had started to form and Mrs. Ryan and Frank looked at him.
"Rachel I think you should sit down." She did and he continued. "My name is not Jack Ryan. I was born Tobias Costillo; in my younger days I was involved in organized crime. More specifically, the Alfio organization. I was busted and instead of going to jail I took an out. I gave the Feds information that put Ricardo's cousin Tony away and I went into the witness protection program. I changed my name, my looks and my job. I met you four months later." Jack reached for his wife but she pulled away as soon as she saw him move.
"Don't you dare touch me! I don't know you. I don't want to know you. How could you-" Rachel ran from the room, tears streaming down her face. Jack turned to Donovan.
"I would look into either Ricardo or Tony. I have no doubt that by now they've figured out that I'm the one who turned Tony in." Frank nodded and got up.
"I will. I'll also make arrangements to move you and your wife to another location. Just to be safe."Frank glanced in the direction that Rachel had ran then left.
"Ha, I win again!" Christopher looked at his dad and smirked "I thought you said that they trained you to get the bad guys?"
Frank looked at his son, an expression of amusement on his face. "They did, however, I must think of your pride when playing these games with you." Christopher looked indignant.
"Dad!" Frank laughed.
He'd never admit it but his son had fair and square-each time. He just couldn't seem to get the hang of these video games. It didn't worry him too much, after all, he was really just playing as a way to spend time with his son. His cases lately had had him coming home after dark and leaving before the sun came up. Christopher was only eight which made it too late to do anything outdoors by the time he came home. Why not join his son in something Christopher was already doing when Frank got home? Christopher was just about to load another game when the phone rang.
"I'll be right back." frank got up and Christopher smiled.
"Ya ya, you just don't want to lose again." Frank chuckled as he answered the phone.
"Hello?" There was silence then a garbled noise could be heard.
"Frank, your diligence to this case is commendable. But, if you were smart you'd drop this case and just let it be. Ryan's earned this."
"Who is this?" Frank asked. Whoever it was had something covering the mouth piece.
"No one you'd want to meet. Drop the case or live with the consequences. The boy's fate rests with you."
The caller hung up and Frank looked towards his son and sighed. Yet another activity with Christopher he'd have to end early.