Liza pushed her way inside the Chandler mansion, hurrying up to Adam's
office and entering. "Adam," she said, seeing him sitting behind his desk,
his fingers locked in front of his face, staring blankly into nothingness.
"Adam? I was with Mia at work, I just heard."
"Tad Martin." Adam said coldly.
Liza shook her head, not understanding. "Tad?" she said. "What does Tad have to..."
"It's because of him my son is gone." Adam paused. "Tad's just as guilty as the son of a bitch who took him."
"Blaming Tad for what happened isn't going to make this better."
"Are you trying to protect him now, Liza?" Adam asked defensively.
"Protect him? Tad doesn't need protecting. This isn't his fault, or Dixie's." She paused. "And it's not yours either." Liza walked around the back of the desk and stood beside Adam. "I don't know what to do for you, Adam. I can't stand to watch you like this... on the verge of self destruction."
"My son is missing, Liza. I don't know where he is. I don't know who has him. I don't even know if he's still..." Liza sat on the top of his desk, facing him.
"He's going to be OK," Liza assured him. "Whoever took him has no reason to harm him." She paused. "Derek Frye has the best men on this case..."
"He's not a case, damn it!" Adam said, jumping to his feet. "He's not a case, he's my son!"
Liza remained silent, standing and moving about a foot in front of Adam. She had never seen him in so much pain, so helpless. They remained silent, standing inches from eachother. Liza wanted to reach out for him. She wished she could make the pain stop.
"Mr. Chandler?" Adam and Liza looked over at the doorway. A young officer entered. "Mrs. Chandler. I'm Officer Matthews."
"Lieutenant Frye assigned you to help find Junior?" Liza asked.
"Yes, Ma'am." he said. "If you need anything at all, just let me know."
"We don't need the formalities," Adam yelled. "What I need is for you to find my son!"
There was silence for a moment before Liza spoke. "thank you, Officer Matthews," Liza said, dismissing him.
Adam poured himself a drink as Matthews left the office. He took a sip, putting his hand up against the top of his desk, leaning forward and supporting his weight. Liza remained silent. Taking another sip, Adam glanced at the glass briefly before casting it violently across the room, where it shattered against the far wall.
Liza jumped, her breath catching. Adam ran his fingers back through his hair, pausing before sinking into the chair behind his desk. Taken back, Liza didn't know what to say. She paused a moment before circling to the back of the desk, cautiously resting her hand on Adam's far temple. He sunk his head into her hip, lingering for a moment before jumping to his feet, leaving Liza stunned. Adam started to leave the office.
"Adam!" she called to him. "Where are you..."
"Not now, Liza," Adam said, brushing her off. He left the office, leaving her standing there, alone.
"Tad Martin." Adam said coldly.
Liza shook her head, not understanding. "Tad?" she said. "What does Tad have to..."
"It's because of him my son is gone." Adam paused. "Tad's just as guilty as the son of a bitch who took him."
"Blaming Tad for what happened isn't going to make this better."
"Are you trying to protect him now, Liza?" Adam asked defensively.
"Protect him? Tad doesn't need protecting. This isn't his fault, or Dixie's." She paused. "And it's not yours either." Liza walked around the back of the desk and stood beside Adam. "I don't know what to do for you, Adam. I can't stand to watch you like this... on the verge of self destruction."
"My son is missing, Liza. I don't know where he is. I don't know who has him. I don't even know if he's still..." Liza sat on the top of his desk, facing him.
"He's going to be OK," Liza assured him. "Whoever took him has no reason to harm him." She paused. "Derek Frye has the best men on this case..."
"He's not a case, damn it!" Adam said, jumping to his feet. "He's not a case, he's my son!"
Liza remained silent, standing and moving about a foot in front of Adam. She had never seen him in so much pain, so helpless. They remained silent, standing inches from eachother. Liza wanted to reach out for him. She wished she could make the pain stop.
"Mr. Chandler?" Adam and Liza looked over at the doorway. A young officer entered. "Mrs. Chandler. I'm Officer Matthews."
"Lieutenant Frye assigned you to help find Junior?" Liza asked.
"Yes, Ma'am." he said. "If you need anything at all, just let me know."
"We don't need the formalities," Adam yelled. "What I need is for you to find my son!"
There was silence for a moment before Liza spoke. "thank you, Officer Matthews," Liza said, dismissing him.
Adam poured himself a drink as Matthews left the office. He took a sip, putting his hand up against the top of his desk, leaning forward and supporting his weight. Liza remained silent. Taking another sip, Adam glanced at the glass briefly before casting it violently across the room, where it shattered against the far wall.
Liza jumped, her breath catching. Adam ran his fingers back through his hair, pausing before sinking into the chair behind his desk. Taken back, Liza didn't know what to say. She paused a moment before circling to the back of the desk, cautiously resting her hand on Adam's far temple. He sunk his head into her hip, lingering for a moment before jumping to his feet, leaving Liza stunned. Adam started to leave the office.
"Adam!" she called to him. "Where are you..."
"Not now, Liza," Adam said, brushing her off. He left the office, leaving her standing there, alone.