Frank heard his father's announcement about Holden and Turner not having legitimate addresses and ran the rest of the way to his side. "Dad, two of the orderlies are missing as well," he said. "They were supposed to have gone off duty but Todd Graves and Jerry Seagram both left without clocking out. I caught Rimes as he was leaving. He said both of them left earlier today shortly after mom arrived to get Joe. He said he hasn't seen either of them since."
"Get me their addresses," Fenton barked at Lyman. "Frank, call Chief Collig. Tell him to put up roadblocks and check all passengers for outgoing planes, trains and buses."
***
"Why are we slowing down?" Turner asked, peering ahead over the seat.
"Roadblock," came the answer.
"Blast it!" Holden snarled. "Turn around."
"We can't go back to the foundation," Todd objected.
"We aren't," Holden said. "We will take Joe to my place."
"Won't the police search there if they think we're involved?" Todd demanded.
"To begin with, there is no way we can be connected to Joe's abduction," Turner stated calmly. "Especially if we all continue our normal routines."
"And second, Lyman doesn't have a clue where we live," Holden continued. "We gave him fictitious addresses in case he wanted to snoop around."
"Lyman?" Todd asked with a derisive snort. "He's an idiot."
"Yes, well," Turner concurred. "We didn't know that until after we had been at the foundation for a few weeks."
"Don't you think giving a fake address might raise a red flag?" inquired Joe.
Holden turned to look at Joe thoughtfully. "If it were just Lyman, no," he said. "But since your father is involved..." He broke off and looked at Turner. "He has a point. We won't be able to return to the foundation."
"So? We'll continue at the lab just as soon as it's safe," Turner replied with a shrug. "We have more than enough data collected from the girls. Joe is all we need now."
"But you won't be able to use your research," Joe pointed out. "Not if you're wanted for kidnapping and murder."
"Not in the states, no," Holden agreed. "But there are other countries and they won't care about our patients' names. Just the data we have."
Todd drove the group to the house Holden and Turner shared and helped get Joe and the research they had taken from the foundation inside. "I guess I had better get out of here before I'm missed," Todd said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Graves," Holden said, pulling a revolver from his coat pocket and aiming it at the orderly. "You've turned into a liability," he added, squeezing the trigger.
Joe flinched as the sound reverberated in the small room but remained still in Turner's grip.
"I'll deal with this mess," Holden told Turner. "You take care of our guest."
Turner hustled Joe up a set of stairs. "Are...aren't you a..afraid someone heard th...the shot?" asked Joe, starting to stutter once again because the house felt cold.
"Our nearest neighbor is about three miles away," Turner answered, releasing Joe's arm and giving him a gentle push so that he fell to the bed.
"If y...you l..let me g..go you wo..won't be in so...so much tr...trouble," Joe pleaded through teeth he couldn't keep from chattering.
"Ah, but we would," Turner told him, pulling out a sweater from a drawer and tossing it at Joe.
Joe pulled it on over his head. "As you already know," Turner continued as he checked to make sure Joe couldn't escape from the room, "we have already killed someone. Plus, the other male patients demise could be attributed to us."
Turner turned back to face Joe. "As you can see, the window is too small for even you to climb through and the other door is only a closet. The way you came in is the only way out and it will be locked at all times. I suggest you get under the cover because this room really doesn't get a lot of sun. But," he continued, "I will see about getting you an electric heater."
Joe watched as Turner left the room then got up and looked over his prison. Turner was right. There was no way out. However, Joe did discover some more clothing in the closet and donned a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants in addition to the clothing he already had on. Feeling a bit warmer, he sat back down on the bed as the door opened.
"Time for your medication," Turner said, entering the room.
"You're off your rocker if you think I'm taking anything," Joe snarled with a look of defiance.
"I didn't think you would acquiesce," Turner said, smiling. "That's why we will begin with an injection." He held up a syringe he had already prepared.
Joe's eyes dimmed and his chin quivered but he still intended to put up a fight when Turner came closer.
"Tsk, tsk," Holden said, entering the room. "Joseph, you know it doesn't pay to refuse." He took the syringe from Turner so Turner could hold Joe.
Realizing how futile and, possibly painful, resisting would be, Joe sat still with his lips clamped together in anger as Holden put a moist cotton ball to his arm then inserted the needle.
It didn't take long for the shot to take effect. Before their eyes, Joe's frame seemed to shrink as he lay down and curled into a ball.
"Rest, Joe," Turner told him, pulling the spread around the youth. "Later, we will talk about why your brother prefers to spend time with Phil and Callie instead of you." Turner smiled as tears began falling down Joe's cheeks and he followed Holden from the room and locked Joe inside.
"We need to drop Graves' body in the bay," Holden said. "When we get back we can continue our research on the boy."
"Get me their addresses," Fenton barked at Lyman. "Frank, call Chief Collig. Tell him to put up roadblocks and check all passengers for outgoing planes, trains and buses."
***
"Why are we slowing down?" Turner asked, peering ahead over the seat.
"Roadblock," came the answer.
"Blast it!" Holden snarled. "Turn around."
"We can't go back to the foundation," Todd objected.
"We aren't," Holden said. "We will take Joe to my place."
"Won't the police search there if they think we're involved?" Todd demanded.
"To begin with, there is no way we can be connected to Joe's abduction," Turner stated calmly. "Especially if we all continue our normal routines."
"And second, Lyman doesn't have a clue where we live," Holden continued. "We gave him fictitious addresses in case he wanted to snoop around."
"Lyman?" Todd asked with a derisive snort. "He's an idiot."
"Yes, well," Turner concurred. "We didn't know that until after we had been at the foundation for a few weeks."
"Don't you think giving a fake address might raise a red flag?" inquired Joe.
Holden turned to look at Joe thoughtfully. "If it were just Lyman, no," he said. "But since your father is involved..." He broke off and looked at Turner. "He has a point. We won't be able to return to the foundation."
"So? We'll continue at the lab just as soon as it's safe," Turner replied with a shrug. "We have more than enough data collected from the girls. Joe is all we need now."
"But you won't be able to use your research," Joe pointed out. "Not if you're wanted for kidnapping and murder."
"Not in the states, no," Holden agreed. "But there are other countries and they won't care about our patients' names. Just the data we have."
Todd drove the group to the house Holden and Turner shared and helped get Joe and the research they had taken from the foundation inside. "I guess I had better get out of here before I'm missed," Todd said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Graves," Holden said, pulling a revolver from his coat pocket and aiming it at the orderly. "You've turned into a liability," he added, squeezing the trigger.
Joe flinched as the sound reverberated in the small room but remained still in Turner's grip.
"I'll deal with this mess," Holden told Turner. "You take care of our guest."
Turner hustled Joe up a set of stairs. "Are...aren't you a..afraid someone heard th...the shot?" asked Joe, starting to stutter once again because the house felt cold.
"Our nearest neighbor is about three miles away," Turner answered, releasing Joe's arm and giving him a gentle push so that he fell to the bed.
"If y...you l..let me g..go you wo..won't be in so...so much tr...trouble," Joe pleaded through teeth he couldn't keep from chattering.
"Ah, but we would," Turner told him, pulling out a sweater from a drawer and tossing it at Joe.
Joe pulled it on over his head. "As you already know," Turner continued as he checked to make sure Joe couldn't escape from the room, "we have already killed someone. Plus, the other male patients demise could be attributed to us."
Turner turned back to face Joe. "As you can see, the window is too small for even you to climb through and the other door is only a closet. The way you came in is the only way out and it will be locked at all times. I suggest you get under the cover because this room really doesn't get a lot of sun. But," he continued, "I will see about getting you an electric heater."
Joe watched as Turner left the room then got up and looked over his prison. Turner was right. There was no way out. However, Joe did discover some more clothing in the closet and donned a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants in addition to the clothing he already had on. Feeling a bit warmer, he sat back down on the bed as the door opened.
"Time for your medication," Turner said, entering the room.
"You're off your rocker if you think I'm taking anything," Joe snarled with a look of defiance.
"I didn't think you would acquiesce," Turner said, smiling. "That's why we will begin with an injection." He held up a syringe he had already prepared.
Joe's eyes dimmed and his chin quivered but he still intended to put up a fight when Turner came closer.
"Tsk, tsk," Holden said, entering the room. "Joseph, you know it doesn't pay to refuse." He took the syringe from Turner so Turner could hold Joe.
Realizing how futile and, possibly painful, resisting would be, Joe sat still with his lips clamped together in anger as Holden put a moist cotton ball to his arm then inserted the needle.
It didn't take long for the shot to take effect. Before their eyes, Joe's frame seemed to shrink as he lay down and curled into a ball.
"Rest, Joe," Turner told him, pulling the spread around the youth. "Later, we will talk about why your brother prefers to spend time with Phil and Callie instead of you." Turner smiled as tears began falling down Joe's cheeks and he followed Holden from the room and locked Joe inside.
"We need to drop Graves' body in the bay," Holden said. "When we get back we can continue our research on the boy."