"Who the hell is this?" Adam screamed into his cell phone. "Where is my
son? What did you do with him?..." There was a long silence. "How do I
know... Hello? Hello?"
Derek, Tad and Dixie looked at Adam, who ran his fingers back through his silver hair. "What did he say to you, Adam?" Derek asked.
"He has my son," Adam said. "He took my son and he wants 25 million dollars."
"Oh, my God," Dixie cried.
"No," Derek said. "This could work for us. We'll have your phones tapped. We'll keep an officer at your house."
"Definitely not!" Adam said. "I do not want this... this lunatic finding an excuse to hurt my son. I'll just give him what he wants."
"Adam, there's no garnet that once you hand over that money you'll get your son back."
"If we bring the police into this he could be killed."
"You need to let us do our job." Derek said. "We will get your son back, but you need to trust us."
Adam shook his head. "Just do this, Adam!" Dixie said. "For our son. Do this."
Derek looked over. "Where's Matthews?" he called.
"Still on the search. I'll radio him in."
"Call them all in." Derek said. He turned back to Tad, Dixie and Adam. "I'm sending you home with my best officers. If the kidnapper calls again, they'll take care of everything."
"Fine, that's fine," Tad said.
"Not with you, Tad." Derek said. "The kidnapper is obviously after the ransom money." He paused. "I suggest you and Dixie just go home. We'll call you when we hear something."
"You just want us to go home?" Dixie said.
"It's better that way, Dixie. You need to trust us with this."
"Let them do their job, Dix." Tad said. "They'll bring Junior home, OK? They'll bring him home safe."
"Dixie." Derek said. "We'll catch this guy. I give you my word. But you need to go home."
"Come on, Dixie." Tad said. "Come on, baby." He linked his arms around her waist, attempting to lead her back to the car. Dixie put up a struggle, but eventually allowed Tad to get her to the car.
Tad opened the passenger's side door, helping Dixie in. He then got in himself, starting the engine, but not driving. He looked over at Dixie. She was clutching Junior's tiny denim jacket and baseball cap close to her face. Tad reached over, resting his hand on the back of her head.
"Derek's going to find him, Dix." Tad said as the tears began to roll down her face again. " He's going to be fine. He'll be home by the end of the day. It's going to be OK."
Derek, Tad and Dixie looked at Adam, who ran his fingers back through his silver hair. "What did he say to you, Adam?" Derek asked.
"He has my son," Adam said. "He took my son and he wants 25 million dollars."
"Oh, my God," Dixie cried.
"No," Derek said. "This could work for us. We'll have your phones tapped. We'll keep an officer at your house."
"Definitely not!" Adam said. "I do not want this... this lunatic finding an excuse to hurt my son. I'll just give him what he wants."
"Adam, there's no garnet that once you hand over that money you'll get your son back."
"If we bring the police into this he could be killed."
"You need to let us do our job." Derek said. "We will get your son back, but you need to trust us."
Adam shook his head. "Just do this, Adam!" Dixie said. "For our son. Do this."
Derek looked over. "Where's Matthews?" he called.
"Still on the search. I'll radio him in."
"Call them all in." Derek said. He turned back to Tad, Dixie and Adam. "I'm sending you home with my best officers. If the kidnapper calls again, they'll take care of everything."
"Fine, that's fine," Tad said.
"Not with you, Tad." Derek said. "The kidnapper is obviously after the ransom money." He paused. "I suggest you and Dixie just go home. We'll call you when we hear something."
"You just want us to go home?" Dixie said.
"It's better that way, Dixie. You need to trust us with this."
"Let them do their job, Dix." Tad said. "They'll bring Junior home, OK? They'll bring him home safe."
"Dixie." Derek said. "We'll catch this guy. I give you my word. But you need to go home."
"Come on, Dixie." Tad said. "Come on, baby." He linked his arms around her waist, attempting to lead her back to the car. Dixie put up a struggle, but eventually allowed Tad to get her to the car.
Tad opened the passenger's side door, helping Dixie in. He then got in himself, starting the engine, but not driving. He looked over at Dixie. She was clutching Junior's tiny denim jacket and baseball cap close to her face. Tad reached over, resting his hand on the back of her head.
"Derek's going to find him, Dix." Tad said as the tears began to roll down her face again. " He's going to be fine. He'll be home by the end of the day. It's going to be OK."