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XXIV Questions and Answers Dylan

I came out of unconsciousness and didn't have any idea where I was. I looked around me and I saw that I was in a cell, laying on a cot. I sat up and then fell back down as a wave of dizziness passed through me. I lifted my hand to touch my forehead, and found that my wrists were bound together by handcuffs and rope.

The door to the cell opened then and Jacob stepped into the room. "Hope that you're well rested," he said, his lips curling back into a sneer. "My

father wants to speak to you and you lover." He spat out the word "lover" as if it were tainted. He strode over to the cot and grabbed my arm, lifting me up roughly. Then he dragged me out of the cell and down a hallway to a flight

of stairs.

I was having a hard time walking. My legs had been chained, so I couldn't take normal steps. As we went up the stairs, I almost fell, but Jacob dragged me back up.

At the top of the steps, we walking into a large room. In the middle was a long mahogany table. Sitting in the chair at the head of the table was Norris. Tied to another chair on the side, was Anthony.

"Anthony!" I cried as Jacob pushed me across the room.

Anthony lifted his head slightly and his eyes seemed to lighten for a moment when he saw me. He had been beaten, both of his eyes were black and blood was dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Hello Dylan," Norris said as Jacob forced me into the chair across from Anthony. "Ready Jacob?" he then asked his son as Jacob sat in the chair at

the other end of the table.

"More then ready Father," Jacob said, glaring at me.

"Very well," Norris said. "Dylan, I am sure that you have some questions for me?"

I looked at Norris, he was insane. He had to be, telling me to ask him

questions as if we were at a dinner party. I cleared my throat, which gave me a minute to think. Even though I thought he was mad, I would have to take advantage and find out as much as I could. "Where are Alex, Natalie and Kamaaina?" was my first question.

"Your two associates, the two woman who where so kind as to dance with us," Norris began. "Should be in Los Angeles by now. Is that correct Jacob?"

"They got there a half hour ago," Jacob answered.

"And Kam?" I asked, feeling my throat become dry.

"I killed him," Jacob said calmly.

I turned to look at him, he was as insane as his father. 'How had Cathy managed to live with them for so long?' I thought. "Why?" I said out loud.

Jacob snorted and said, "He helped you take the paintings."

"But he was your uncle," I said. "How-" Norris and Jacob's laughter cut me off.

"So what?" Jacob asked.

"Catherine was my daughter," Norris said.

"And she was my sister," Jacob said.

"But that didn't stop us from beating her," Norris said.

I lowered my head at the mention of Catherine. After a few moments, I looked up again, and was surprised when I felt a tear splash on my bound hands.

"Ah yes. Jacob told me how close you and your half-sister Catherine have become," Norris said.

I looked over at Norris, and the surprise must have been evident on my face.

"Oh yes Dylan," he said. "I have known that you are my daughter since you told me that story about finding your real parents, the day you and Mr.

O'Kelly picked up your Ice."

"Why let us take the paintings if you knew who I was?" I asked.

"I wanted to see how far you could get," Norris said. He stood up and then started walking in a circle around the table. "You see, I had this idea that maybe you would sabotage Kam and your lover when you stole the art. Unfortunately you didn't- and I saw that you had inherited your mother's 'goody two shoes' nature."

I turned in my seat and glared at Norris. "So what if I have?" I spat at him angrily.

"Oh nothing," Norris said, stopping behind his chair and resting his hands on the top of the back of it. "But it may influence your decision in my offer to you."

"What offer?" I asked, confused.

"To join me and Jacob for our next robbery," Norris said.

"Are you out of your mind?" I cried.

"I told you Father," Jacob said.

"Yes, well," Norris said, pursing his lips together. "You should know that the alternative to not come with us is that we will kill you and your lover."

I looked across the table at Anthony.

He was pale and his nose had started to bleed. Even so, he stared at me fixedly and tried to give me an answer with his eyes.

"No deal," I said, looking back at Norris.

"Hmm, such a pity," Norris answered. "You would have been a great help

to us."

"Shall I go and make sure the room is ready Father?" Jacob asked, standing up.

"Yes, but be quick about it," Norris said. "I want to leave soon."

As Jacob walked to a large pair of doors behind the table, I turned to Norris. "Where are we?" I asked.

"My castle in Ireland," Norris said. "Oh, and by the way. Your half-sister's condition hasn't changed."

"How do you know that?" I asked in surprise.

"I have contacts in L.A. that are watching her for me," Norris answered.

"Are you going to kill her?" I asked, my voice hollow.

"No, I think that would be a horrible thing to do," Norris said, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"You're going to kill me," I said. "Your daughter."

"Ah, but here's the thing Dylan," Norris said. "I do not consider you my daughter."

"Did you love my mom at all?" I asked.

"No, I just wanted to get her in bed," Norris said. "And she did that pretty willingly. Just like you, I have heard."

Anthony gave a low growl and then snarled angrily at Norris.

"Oh come now," Norris said to Anthony. "I'm sure that she slept with you soon after you two met."

Before Anthony or I could reply to that, the doors at the far end of the room opened and Jacob stepped into the room. "Everything's ready Father," he said.

Norris laughed and clasped his hands together. "Now the real fun shall

begin."