Morning dawned sending shafts of light into the dark cabin. The first thing
Alan realised was that he wasn't in his bed, the second was that he was
tied up. Then his memory came back to him.
'Wow' he thought to himself, 'I managed to sleep'.
Shifting slightly, he felt an elbow in his ribs and realised with some annoyance that his brother was awake too.
'Ow!' he hissed careful not to wake up their captors, 'there was no need for that.'
Gordon groaned and Alan smirked, their was little he could say with a gag on.
'I'm thinking as soon as they leave the room we should try and get out of these ropes.' Alan whispered as he wriggled unsuccessfully until he felt his penknife in his pocket.
At another elbow in the ribs and a very muffled 'shut up' Alan realised Gordon was worried about Fallon and Matchstick overhearing.
'Ok!' Alan growled back, 'if you hadn't got yourself gagged, we'd be able to talk to each other easily!' The gag did not cover his brother's sigh and Alan chose to take that as an apology, 'Ok, I forgive you.'
He smirked as Gordon groaned again, Alan was well aware that Gordo wasn't going to apologise, he just wanted to annoy him.
Gordon's groan had Fallon's eyes snapping open with a start.
'Good one Gordy!' Alan grumbled.
'Morning boys' Fallon said sarcastically, 'I trust you had a good sleep!'
Even though he was gagged Alan was sure he heard a muffled, 'he did' from Gordon aimed in his direction.
Fallon nudged a sleeping Matchstick with his foot, as he woke up, Fallon smiled.
'What do you think? Time to give Daddy Bear a call?'
Alan felt his brother stiffen and his blood ran cold.
Matchstick nodded.
'Give me that phone, then.'
'Um which phone'
Fallon looked annoyed, 'the one the kid had earlier!'
'Oh......' Matchstick looked at the floor.
'Oh...what?'
'Um...well I kind of dropped it out of the window after we got those two.'
'YOU KIND OF DROPPED IT OUT THE WINDOW?' Fallon shouted, his face turning a bright red.
'HOW COULD YOU, KIND OF DROP IT.........Oh never mind. Go to the car boot and get me the red rucksack.'
Matchstick stood and walked from the room.
Fallon watched the boys thoughtfully, 'Damn it, I thought it would add a touch of irony to issue your ransom demand on Jeff's own son's phone.' He paused for a second looking at Alan, 'hey you don't have a phone do you?'
Alan shook his head, Fallon moved forward to frisk him anyway.Gordon thanked God that he had been holding his brother's phone. Fallon believed the phone that Matchstick lost was Gordon's, they wouldn't find a phone on Alan, it was in Gordon's pocket.
Alan squeezed the penknife tightly in the palm of his hand, sweat breaking out on his forhead, he did not need them to find the knife.
He had to physically stop himself from sighing in relief when Fallon stepped away from him and returned to the couch.
Matchstick walked back in holding a red rucksack, he passed it to Fallon, who withdrew a black phone and a scrambler, something Alan had only seen in badly made horror movies.
'Remove his gag' Fallon muttered to his accomplice,
'oh do I have to?'
'Yes, we want Daddy to hear the cubs begging for their lives.'
Alan narrowed his eyes, frustrated, there was no way he was going to let his dad hear them like that.
He felt his brother's pain when he heard Matchstick rip the tape from his mouth like a plaster. But to Gordon's merit, he made no sound.
Fallon picked up the phone and began dialling.
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Jeff walked into the kitchen, running a weary hand over his face, he had got no sleep at all, and his private investigator had turned up nothing substantial, damn his kids had done better finding Alan's phone. What good was money if it didn't help in a crisis.
Jeff had spent years building his astronomy subsidising chain Tracy Enterprises up to the big leagues and all his money had got him was a limited trust of his fellow human beings and two of his sons kidnapped.
He frowned as he went to make a strong cup of coffee. As he entered the lounge, a breeze hit him and he noticed the balcony door open, wandering over Jeff was suprised to see his three sons sitting in the deckchairs. Virgil was twisting and turning, eyes closed, trying unsuccessfully to sleep. Scott was staring into space and John was scribbling furiously on a notepad on his lap.
'Boys.' Jeff greeted them.
John and Scott turned to look at him.
'Did any of you manage to get any sleep at all?'
'Nope' John replied.
Jeff noticed his eldest's pallour and the empty vodka bottle on the table, 'I take it that didn't help?'
Scott shook his head miserably, Jeff nodded and turned to the kitchen.
'Would you like any coffee boys, Scott, I'd recommend you have a strong black one.'
'Sure Dad.'
Scott hauled himself off the chair and followed his father into the kitchen.
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'Hey Dad?'
'Yes son'.
'Is there any news?'
Jeff shook his head and they lapsed into silence.
'RING......RING......RING......RING.....'
Scott and Jeff both jumped at the sound of the telephone and John and Virgil hurried inside.
Jeff picked it up and immediately growled, 'what do you want?'
'Why Jefferson Daniel Tracy......' his mother replied, '.....I thought I brought you up with more manners than that, what I want is to be picked up from the airport.'
'Oh sorry mother.' Jeff replied, Scott, John and Virgil all sighed.
'I'll send one of the boys.'
Placing the handset down, Jeff looked at his sons, he needed Scott to take care of everyone and Virgil, the worrier of the family would probably upset his grandma more, his gaze settled on John, who immediately shook his head.
'No way, am i going to get Grandma' he spluttered angrily, 'what if the kidnappers call? What if you need me?'
'John' Jeff said a resigned tone in his voice, 'please, you're good with your grandma, you'll calm her down, I promise we'll call you if anything happens, besides you'll be there and back in half an hour.'
John still looked annoyed, Scott shot him a 'just do it' look, and he sighed grudgingly. 'Fine, but I want to know as soon as anything happens.'
'Of course!'
Jeff hugged his middle child and handed him his car keys. John's mouth opened in surprise, then shut again.
'You're letting him take the thunderbird?' Virgil asked incredulously, 'hell, I'll go get grandma.'
'No Virgil' Jeff said gently, 'you two would worry each other to distraction.' he turned to John, 'this way you can get back quicker.'
John looked a lot happier, 'ok thanks dad!'
'Be careful!' Jeff shouted as John left.
Jeff walked back to make coffee.
'RING............RING......RING...........RING'
Scott snatched up the reciever immediately, 'Grandma, John's just on his way.'
'Well that's good to know, hello Scott' a distorted voice spoke through the handset. At the cabin Fallon nodded at Matchstick as he left, Alan and Gordon watched him go in confusion.
At the Tracy's house, Scott's eyes widened and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone.
'WHO IS THIS?' Scott shouted, 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHERS?'
Jeff rushed foreward and took the phone from his son. Virgil pressed the speaker button so they could all listen.
'HELLO, HELLO?'
'Why really Jeff, you ought to learn how to control your kids.'
'Alright...' Jeff struggled to keep his voice calm, 'where are my boys?'
'Oh their right here.'
'Let me talk to them.'
'First things first Jeff, I want money and a lot of it!'
'How much do you want?'
'2 million, one for each kid.'
Jeff swallowed , 'Done!'
'Now here's what I want you to do, I want you to put the cash in two briefcases, then I want you to bring it up to the old water-tower, off Widow's Peak, and I want you to bring your sons with you.'
'I can't do that ' Jeff replied, he was not going to put all his sons in danger.
Scott and Virgil immediately objected, 'Dad we have to.'
'Play nice now Jeff.'
Jeff knew Scott and Virgil were right, he couldn't jeaprodise Alan and Gordon's lives.
'Fine' he muttered.
'Meet me at 5 o'clock, don't be late.'
'Let me talk to my boys.'
Rustling then, 'Daddy wants a word'.
The scrambler was taken off and Jeff heard his two youngest, 'DAD!'
Jeff's eyes filled up and he swallowed hard, 'are you two alright?'
'We're fine Dad' Gordon replied, this had Scott and Virgil looking at one another. 'Tell Scott,John and Virg that filling up the gel tub with toothpaste was the best thing we ever did!'
The voice was not happy with this chatter, 'STOP!' it demanded.
'Tell them three then two, then three!' Alan shouted.
Scott and Virgil stared at one another.
'Guys we're going to get you out of this, just hang on!' Scott yelled, his voice breaking.
The scrambler replaced, the kidnapper yelled 'oh if you do what I say, you might get them back Scott! I'll call later.'
The dial tone echoed around the room.
Jeff stared at his sons, 'what were they talking about?'
Scott's mind worked furiously, then he looked up and clicked his fingers, 'Virg...' he said to his brother, 'Do you remember when they pulled that prank?'
Virgil nodded, 'how could I forget?'
'Well. if you remember you tied them up.'
'Yeah.........and?'
'They made up that whole escape system remember?'
Virgil nodded now as he realised what Scott was talking about, 'oh yeah, the whole tapping thing.'
Jeff looked utterley confused at his sons, 'I'm going to phone the police, see if they got a trace. You two figure this out and fast.'
'Now what did Al say, two taps three taps three taps?'
'No it was three, two, three' Virgil corrected.
'What did that mean?'
Virgil looked up a smile spreading slowly across his face, 'it means their going to try and escape.'
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'How was that boys?' Fallon asked, 'talking to your daddy.'
Neither Gordon nor Alan answered him.
'You'd think you'd be a little more appreciative! Most people don't get to say goodbye.'
'Goodbye?' Alan asked uncomfortably.
'Did you really think I was going to let you go after all this?'
Gordon shut his eyes briefly, he had suspected Fallon may kill them but hearing it was a lot different to just thinking it.
'Not really' he replied.
'I'm going to get you all together!' Fallon continued, 'a real Tracy reunion, you can all go out in style, I promise you that!'
Gordon frowned and he heard Alan's sharpe intake of breath, they hadn't seen that coming.
'You'll never get our whole family' Gordon said angrily, 'they'd never fall into one of your traps.'
'Oh, I think I will, you see I happen to know that, the Tracy family's biggest weakness is their love for each other, and at the moment I've got the best bargaining chip around to lure them all,'
'And what's that' Alan asked, fearing he already knew the answer.
'You two!'
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'Jeff's sons are his weakness and I'm going to get them all!'
Alan started to feel really scared then, before he had felt worried, even a little panicky, but not scared, now he felt scared. Because he knew that Fallon was right, there was nothing his father or brothers wouldn't do for him and Gordon, and that was going to be their greatest downfall.
Gordon's voice spoke up, 'where did your little buddy go?'
Fallon grinned evily, 'oh that's brilliant! You'll find out soon enough! And I guarantee you won't be disappointed.'
Gordon did not like the edge to that threat, neither did Alan, something was going down, and it wasn't good.
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Scott and Virgil had mixed feelings about their little brothers attempting to escape, on the one hand it was good they were using their initiative on the other hand it was bad as they were putting themselves at a greater risk.
Jeff re-entered the lounge, a frown on his handsome face.
'Tell me they got a trace.' Scott pleaded.
'No, they couldn't trace it.' Jeff replied, 'at least we know we'll get them back tonight!'
Scott nodded, Virgil walked back to the kitchen to finish making the coffee when the phone rang again.
'Hello?' he said quietly.
Jeff and Scott urgently turned to face him.
'Hello Virgil dear..........'
'Oh hi Grandma!' Virgil interuppted her.
Scott and Jeff went back to talking.
'Virgil, I know you're probably awaiting a call from those dreadful men,' Virgil couldn't help grinning at the angry tone in his grandmother's sweet voice. However her next sentance had him frowning.
'I was just wondering if I could trouble you for a lift, i've just got into the airport.'
Virgil frowned deeper, 'but Grandma, dad already told you John's on his way.'
'Virgil I don't know what this nonsense is, but I have not spoken to your father since the early hours of the morning.'
Virgil felt the air rush from his lungs, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Jeff and Scott noticed his expression and Jeff took the phone from Virgil's hands.
'Virg.....what's the matter, is Grandma ok?' Scott asked, worriedly, steering Virgil to the sofa.
'It's not Grandma I'm worried about' Virgil stammered as he watched Jeff's horrified face as he listened to what his mother was saying.
'Virg, what?'
'Grandma wanted a lift from the airport........'
'We already told her John's on his way.'
Virgil shook his head, 'no we didn't Scott' he murmered his eyes meeting his elder brothers in anguish, 'we told someone else, grandma said she didn't ring earlier......'
Scott eyes widened in confusion, 'then if John's not meeting Grandma, then who did we send him to meet?'
Jeff hung up the phone,his expression deadly, 'the kidnapper.'
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OH NO!
SO
WILL JOHN BE CAUGHT?
WILL SCOTT, VIRGIL AND JEFF GET TO HIM BEFORE HE IS?
WILL GORDON AND ALAN ESCAPE?
WHERE HAS MATCHSTICK GONE?
WHO WILL PICK GRANDMA UP FROM THE AIRPORT?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT PART OF , 'NEXT STOP: DANGER'
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'Wow' he thought to himself, 'I managed to sleep'.
Shifting slightly, he felt an elbow in his ribs and realised with some annoyance that his brother was awake too.
'Ow!' he hissed careful not to wake up their captors, 'there was no need for that.'
Gordon groaned and Alan smirked, their was little he could say with a gag on.
'I'm thinking as soon as they leave the room we should try and get out of these ropes.' Alan whispered as he wriggled unsuccessfully until he felt his penknife in his pocket.
At another elbow in the ribs and a very muffled 'shut up' Alan realised Gordon was worried about Fallon and Matchstick overhearing.
'Ok!' Alan growled back, 'if you hadn't got yourself gagged, we'd be able to talk to each other easily!' The gag did not cover his brother's sigh and Alan chose to take that as an apology, 'Ok, I forgive you.'
He smirked as Gordon groaned again, Alan was well aware that Gordo wasn't going to apologise, he just wanted to annoy him.
Gordon's groan had Fallon's eyes snapping open with a start.
'Good one Gordy!' Alan grumbled.
'Morning boys' Fallon said sarcastically, 'I trust you had a good sleep!'
Even though he was gagged Alan was sure he heard a muffled, 'he did' from Gordon aimed in his direction.
Fallon nudged a sleeping Matchstick with his foot, as he woke up, Fallon smiled.
'What do you think? Time to give Daddy Bear a call?'
Alan felt his brother stiffen and his blood ran cold.
Matchstick nodded.
'Give me that phone, then.'
'Um which phone'
Fallon looked annoyed, 'the one the kid had earlier!'
'Oh......' Matchstick looked at the floor.
'Oh...what?'
'Um...well I kind of dropped it out of the window after we got those two.'
'YOU KIND OF DROPPED IT OUT THE WINDOW?' Fallon shouted, his face turning a bright red.
'HOW COULD YOU, KIND OF DROP IT.........Oh never mind. Go to the car boot and get me the red rucksack.'
Matchstick stood and walked from the room.
Fallon watched the boys thoughtfully, 'Damn it, I thought it would add a touch of irony to issue your ransom demand on Jeff's own son's phone.' He paused for a second looking at Alan, 'hey you don't have a phone do you?'
Alan shook his head, Fallon moved forward to frisk him anyway.Gordon thanked God that he had been holding his brother's phone. Fallon believed the phone that Matchstick lost was Gordon's, they wouldn't find a phone on Alan, it was in Gordon's pocket.
Alan squeezed the penknife tightly in the palm of his hand, sweat breaking out on his forhead, he did not need them to find the knife.
He had to physically stop himself from sighing in relief when Fallon stepped away from him and returned to the couch.
Matchstick walked back in holding a red rucksack, he passed it to Fallon, who withdrew a black phone and a scrambler, something Alan had only seen in badly made horror movies.
'Remove his gag' Fallon muttered to his accomplice,
'oh do I have to?'
'Yes, we want Daddy to hear the cubs begging for their lives.'
Alan narrowed his eyes, frustrated, there was no way he was going to let his dad hear them like that.
He felt his brother's pain when he heard Matchstick rip the tape from his mouth like a plaster. But to Gordon's merit, he made no sound.
Fallon picked up the phone and began dialling.
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Jeff walked into the kitchen, running a weary hand over his face, he had got no sleep at all, and his private investigator had turned up nothing substantial, damn his kids had done better finding Alan's phone. What good was money if it didn't help in a crisis.
Jeff had spent years building his astronomy subsidising chain Tracy Enterprises up to the big leagues and all his money had got him was a limited trust of his fellow human beings and two of his sons kidnapped.
He frowned as he went to make a strong cup of coffee. As he entered the lounge, a breeze hit him and he noticed the balcony door open, wandering over Jeff was suprised to see his three sons sitting in the deckchairs. Virgil was twisting and turning, eyes closed, trying unsuccessfully to sleep. Scott was staring into space and John was scribbling furiously on a notepad on his lap.
'Boys.' Jeff greeted them.
John and Scott turned to look at him.
'Did any of you manage to get any sleep at all?'
'Nope' John replied.
Jeff noticed his eldest's pallour and the empty vodka bottle on the table, 'I take it that didn't help?'
Scott shook his head miserably, Jeff nodded and turned to the kitchen.
'Would you like any coffee boys, Scott, I'd recommend you have a strong black one.'
'Sure Dad.'
Scott hauled himself off the chair and followed his father into the kitchen.
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'Hey Dad?'
'Yes son'.
'Is there any news?'
Jeff shook his head and they lapsed into silence.
'RING......RING......RING......RING.....'
Scott and Jeff both jumped at the sound of the telephone and John and Virgil hurried inside.
Jeff picked it up and immediately growled, 'what do you want?'
'Why Jefferson Daniel Tracy......' his mother replied, '.....I thought I brought you up with more manners than that, what I want is to be picked up from the airport.'
'Oh sorry mother.' Jeff replied, Scott, John and Virgil all sighed.
'I'll send one of the boys.'
Placing the handset down, Jeff looked at his sons, he needed Scott to take care of everyone and Virgil, the worrier of the family would probably upset his grandma more, his gaze settled on John, who immediately shook his head.
'No way, am i going to get Grandma' he spluttered angrily, 'what if the kidnappers call? What if you need me?'
'John' Jeff said a resigned tone in his voice, 'please, you're good with your grandma, you'll calm her down, I promise we'll call you if anything happens, besides you'll be there and back in half an hour.'
John still looked annoyed, Scott shot him a 'just do it' look, and he sighed grudgingly. 'Fine, but I want to know as soon as anything happens.'
'Of course!'
Jeff hugged his middle child and handed him his car keys. John's mouth opened in surprise, then shut again.
'You're letting him take the thunderbird?' Virgil asked incredulously, 'hell, I'll go get grandma.'
'No Virgil' Jeff said gently, 'you two would worry each other to distraction.' he turned to John, 'this way you can get back quicker.'
John looked a lot happier, 'ok thanks dad!'
'Be careful!' Jeff shouted as John left.
Jeff walked back to make coffee.
'RING............RING......RING...........RING'
Scott snatched up the reciever immediately, 'Grandma, John's just on his way.'
'Well that's good to know, hello Scott' a distorted voice spoke through the handset. At the cabin Fallon nodded at Matchstick as he left, Alan and Gordon watched him go in confusion.
At the Tracy's house, Scott's eyes widened and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone.
'WHO IS THIS?' Scott shouted, 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHERS?'
Jeff rushed foreward and took the phone from his son. Virgil pressed the speaker button so they could all listen.
'HELLO, HELLO?'
'Why really Jeff, you ought to learn how to control your kids.'
'Alright...' Jeff struggled to keep his voice calm, 'where are my boys?'
'Oh their right here.'
'Let me talk to them.'
'First things first Jeff, I want money and a lot of it!'
'How much do you want?'
'2 million, one for each kid.'
Jeff swallowed , 'Done!'
'Now here's what I want you to do, I want you to put the cash in two briefcases, then I want you to bring it up to the old water-tower, off Widow's Peak, and I want you to bring your sons with you.'
'I can't do that ' Jeff replied, he was not going to put all his sons in danger.
Scott and Virgil immediately objected, 'Dad we have to.'
'Play nice now Jeff.'
Jeff knew Scott and Virgil were right, he couldn't jeaprodise Alan and Gordon's lives.
'Fine' he muttered.
'Meet me at 5 o'clock, don't be late.'
'Let me talk to my boys.'
Rustling then, 'Daddy wants a word'.
The scrambler was taken off and Jeff heard his two youngest, 'DAD!'
Jeff's eyes filled up and he swallowed hard, 'are you two alright?'
'We're fine Dad' Gordon replied, this had Scott and Virgil looking at one another. 'Tell Scott,John and Virg that filling up the gel tub with toothpaste was the best thing we ever did!'
The voice was not happy with this chatter, 'STOP!' it demanded.
'Tell them three then two, then three!' Alan shouted.
Scott and Virgil stared at one another.
'Guys we're going to get you out of this, just hang on!' Scott yelled, his voice breaking.
The scrambler replaced, the kidnapper yelled 'oh if you do what I say, you might get them back Scott! I'll call later.'
The dial tone echoed around the room.
Jeff stared at his sons, 'what were they talking about?'
Scott's mind worked furiously, then he looked up and clicked his fingers, 'Virg...' he said to his brother, 'Do you remember when they pulled that prank?'
Virgil nodded, 'how could I forget?'
'Well. if you remember you tied them up.'
'Yeah.........and?'
'They made up that whole escape system remember?'
Virgil nodded now as he realised what Scott was talking about, 'oh yeah, the whole tapping thing.'
Jeff looked utterley confused at his sons, 'I'm going to phone the police, see if they got a trace. You two figure this out and fast.'
'Now what did Al say, two taps three taps three taps?'
'No it was three, two, three' Virgil corrected.
'What did that mean?'
Virgil looked up a smile spreading slowly across his face, 'it means their going to try and escape.'
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'How was that boys?' Fallon asked, 'talking to your daddy.'
Neither Gordon nor Alan answered him.
'You'd think you'd be a little more appreciative! Most people don't get to say goodbye.'
'Goodbye?' Alan asked uncomfortably.
'Did you really think I was going to let you go after all this?'
Gordon shut his eyes briefly, he had suspected Fallon may kill them but hearing it was a lot different to just thinking it.
'Not really' he replied.
'I'm going to get you all together!' Fallon continued, 'a real Tracy reunion, you can all go out in style, I promise you that!'
Gordon frowned and he heard Alan's sharpe intake of breath, they hadn't seen that coming.
'You'll never get our whole family' Gordon said angrily, 'they'd never fall into one of your traps.'
'Oh, I think I will, you see I happen to know that, the Tracy family's biggest weakness is their love for each other, and at the moment I've got the best bargaining chip around to lure them all,'
'And what's that' Alan asked, fearing he already knew the answer.
'You two!'
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'Jeff's sons are his weakness and I'm going to get them all!'
Alan started to feel really scared then, before he had felt worried, even a little panicky, but not scared, now he felt scared. Because he knew that Fallon was right, there was nothing his father or brothers wouldn't do for him and Gordon, and that was going to be their greatest downfall.
Gordon's voice spoke up, 'where did your little buddy go?'
Fallon grinned evily, 'oh that's brilliant! You'll find out soon enough! And I guarantee you won't be disappointed.'
Gordon did not like the edge to that threat, neither did Alan, something was going down, and it wasn't good.
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Scott and Virgil had mixed feelings about their little brothers attempting to escape, on the one hand it was good they were using their initiative on the other hand it was bad as they were putting themselves at a greater risk.
Jeff re-entered the lounge, a frown on his handsome face.
'Tell me they got a trace.' Scott pleaded.
'No, they couldn't trace it.' Jeff replied, 'at least we know we'll get them back tonight!'
Scott nodded, Virgil walked back to the kitchen to finish making the coffee when the phone rang again.
'Hello?' he said quietly.
Jeff and Scott urgently turned to face him.
'Hello Virgil dear..........'
'Oh hi Grandma!' Virgil interuppted her.
Scott and Jeff went back to talking.
'Virgil, I know you're probably awaiting a call from those dreadful men,' Virgil couldn't help grinning at the angry tone in his grandmother's sweet voice. However her next sentance had him frowning.
'I was just wondering if I could trouble you for a lift, i've just got into the airport.'
Virgil frowned deeper, 'but Grandma, dad already told you John's on his way.'
'Virgil I don't know what this nonsense is, but I have not spoken to your father since the early hours of the morning.'
Virgil felt the air rush from his lungs, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Jeff and Scott noticed his expression and Jeff took the phone from Virgil's hands.
'Virg.....what's the matter, is Grandma ok?' Scott asked, worriedly, steering Virgil to the sofa.
'It's not Grandma I'm worried about' Virgil stammered as he watched Jeff's horrified face as he listened to what his mother was saying.
'Virg, what?'
'Grandma wanted a lift from the airport........'
'We already told her John's on his way.'
Virgil shook his head, 'no we didn't Scott' he murmered his eyes meeting his elder brothers in anguish, 'we told someone else, grandma said she didn't ring earlier......'
Scott eyes widened in confusion, 'then if John's not meeting Grandma, then who did we send him to meet?'
Jeff hung up the phone,his expression deadly, 'the kidnapper.'
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OH NO!
SO
WILL JOHN BE CAUGHT?
WILL SCOTT, VIRGIL AND JEFF GET TO HIM BEFORE HE IS?
WILL GORDON AND ALAN ESCAPE?
WHERE HAS MATCHSTICK GONE?
WHO WILL PICK GRANDMA UP FROM THE AIRPORT?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT PART OF , 'NEXT STOP: DANGER'
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