Chapter Three- A long ride

Darryl trudges into work early in the morning to meet Wyatt, not even sure if he's going to show. He is surprised to find Wyatt waiting in his chair with a smile on his face.

Darryl yawns. "Did we really have to get up this early kid?"

Face lined with fierce determination, Wyatt defiantly says "Yes. You have to tell me what you know and I'm not leaving till you do."

Sighing Darryl studies the person in front of him. Young yet forced to be so old. "Ok kid. Here's the deal. Yes. I know the people you found the picture of yesterday."

"And?"

"Well, they are good friends of mine, and I have helped get them out of quite a bit of trouble that they tend to hit in their line of work."

"Their line of work? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are they like mafia people?"

Darryl starts to laugh, then recovers himself. "No not exactly, the way I see it, Mafia is 10 times better than what they are. From my standpoint anyway."

Wyatt begins to sense something about Darryl. Not fear, but pity. [thinking] "god no. not pity! ughh..."

"Look Darryl, I don't want you feeling sorry for me I just want information. Can you give it to me, or is this just a waste of your time and mine?"

Sighing again Darryl decides on what he's going to do. [thinking] "I'm not this kid's parent. He needs to hear it from them."

"Ok Wyatt. No, I'm not going to tell you everything you need to know. The only thing I can do is show you to the people who can and who deserve to tell you, as you deserve to hear it from them, and only them."

Wyatt becomes confused once more. "Ok, but who are these people?"

"Remember the picture? Well, those people aren't dead. They live at 1329 Prescott Street."

Wyatt begins to become angry. "They're not dead?!? Why didn't you tell me? You shouldn't have kept that from me! Why didn't they look for me? Why would they leave me all alone?"

Heart breaking, Darryl is at a loss for words. "I really don't know. But all I can do is show you to them. You can meet them. That's the best I can do."

Regaining his inner strength, Wyatt agrees. Nodding, Wyatt says he'll go.

As they get into the car, and drive over to Halliwell Manor, Darryl begins to sense some doubt coming from Wyatt's demeanor.

Darryl turns to Wyatt. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It was your idea, and yes-I need to do this." Said a determined Wyatt.

They pull into the drive of a pink manor on Prescott Street and Darryl turns off the car and turns to Wyatt.

"This is where I leave you. You can go up there and ring the bell, or you can turn right back around and leave. It's up to you."

Wyatt says nothing, yet gets out of the car and begins to walk the seemingly long walk up to the front door. Entire body trembling with apprehension, he pushes the bell, hearing a somewhat familiar voice say "coming!!" .......