"Oh my God," Carlos whispered as his fingers hastily punched in Walker's number. "Damn," he said when there was no answer. Taking a chance, he dialed Gage's number.

"Gage," came the voice that was like music to Carlos' ears.

"Gage, this is Carlos," he said quickly.

"Hey, man," Gage said, casually.

"I need you to find Walker. Trent just called me. Tommy's been kidnaped."

"Does he have any leads?" The cop in him winning over the friend.

"One big one," Carlos said worry filling him again. Only the worry was not for Tommy it was for Trent. "He know's who took him."

"Who?"

"Taylor . . . " was all Carlos got out before Gage's voice cut in.

"Biggins." The fear in Gage's voice was unmistakable. "I know where Walker is. I'll get him and we'll meet you at your office in half an hour." Gage hung up.

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"I'm gonna take that tape off now," Biggins said to Tommy. "Stay quiet." Tommy stared at him with distaste, but obeyed the man.

"Good boy. Now we have a phone call to make." He picked up the phone and dialed.

"Walker," a somewhat gruff voice said.

"Cordell, so good to hear your voice again," Biggins said as if they were old friends.

"Who is this?" Walker asked trying to remember the voice.

"Don't tell me you don't remember me, Walker. I bet that your boys do," he said pausing to see if he had rung any bells yet. "But then again how could Gage forget me with what I had prepared for him."

"Taylor Biggins," recognition filled Walker's voice.

"The one and only," he said full of himself. "I wasn't calling to catch up on old times. I was calling to tell you that I have a guest here who misses his brother."

"You have Trent?"

"No, although, I'll bet that he'd be willing to give himself over to me if I asked. Here, I'll let you talk to my young guest." He placed the phone to Tommy's ear. "Talk," he ordered.

"Walker," Tommy said slowly. "It's Tom."

"Tommy, are you all right?"

"Yeah, you have to help Trent find me."

"Where are you?"

"I never . . . " Biggins snatched the phone away, cutting him off.

"Come and get him, oh and bring your other pretty boy with you." He hung up. "Don't you ever do that again," he said landing a hard slap to the boy's shoulder. "They'll be here soon," He removed the cuffs from Tommy's ankles.

"Where're we going?" Tommy asked as Biggins locked vice like fingers around Tommy's upper arm.

"Away from here." He pulled Tommy to the door. "You agree with whatever I say, keep your mouth shut or you die," he hissed at the boy as they exited the room.

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"I hope that your stay was enjoyable," the middle-aged woman behind the counter said.

"Oh, yes." Biggins smiled pleasantly at her. "I was just waiting for my ex to drop off my boy." He gave Tommy a short hard squeeze.

"Thank you for choosing to stay with us, Mr. Dallas," she said taking the key from Biggins. "I hope that you and your son have a lovely time wherever it is you're going."

"We're going home. He's coming to live with me now." He gave Tommy another, short squeeze.

"He's not . . . " he was cut off by yet another sharp squeeze of his arm.

"What was that?" she asked, not quite sure of what the young man had just attempted to tell her.

"He said thank you." Biggins covered the boy's attempt at obtaining help.

"You're welcome." She momentarily locked eyes with Tommy. "Please, come again," she said to them both as Biggins ushered Tommy to the door.

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"Do you want to die?" Biggins shoved Tommy into his white late model Ford Escort.

"No, but it's better than being a pawn." Tommy shot him a look of pure abhorrence.

"You know what boy?" Biggins questioned, looking Tommy directly in the eye. "You forget that you have younger siblings at home. Do you really want me to go after them as well?"

Feeling cornered and helpless, Tommy had no choice but to admit defeat. Deflated, he slowly shook his head no.

"Good boy." Biggins started the car and pulled away.

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Gage could feel the fear begin to consume over him again. He feared Taylor Biggins almost as much as he wanted to kill the bastard. He had to keep control over his fear, for Tommy's sake. He would be no good to anyone if he allowed the fear to gain a strong foot hold in him. They had to find Biggins and get Tommy back before the monstrosity did something that would do permanent damage to the youth's mind. The man had already managed to scare Gage deeply, though he had hid it well since then.

Gage's fingers quickly dialed Walker's cell phone number.

"Walker," a somewhat gruff voice said, sharply.

"It's Gage." His voice was void of his usual light laugh. "Biggins is alive."

"I know," Walker said, sullenly.

"He's got . . . " he was cut off by Walker's voice.

"Tommy Malloy." He let out a frustrated sigh. "He called me."

"I told Carlos that we'd meet him at his office A.S.A.P." He regained his composure.

"Are you sure that you're gonna be up to this?" The concern for Gage was unmistakable in his voice.

"I have to be. I don't have any other choice."

"I'll meet you at Carlos' office in ten minutes."

"See ya there." Gage hung up.