Ch.24
"I'll be right back."
The following day. Fox and Teresa were waiting impatiently by the phone, praying that Luis would call soon. They had run out of ideas on how to find Ethan.
"Where are you going?" Fox asked.
"I left my cell phone charger at the house," she said. "I'm going to go get it before my phone dies…we can't miss his call."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"NO, you stay here in case anything happens." She softly kissed his cheek.
"I'll be back in a few minutes."
After she had left, Fox got an idea. He carefully snuck up to Julian and Rebecca's bedroom, looking for any sort of clue that would help. He came out empty handed.
When he went back downstairs, it was then he realized how much time had passed.
"That's weird," he said looking at his watch. "Teresa left about an hour ago."
He looked around.
"I wonder what's taking her so long?"
He went to the phone and tried calling her cell phone.
There was no answer.
He tried not to worry, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He waited for 15 more minutes…
She was still nowhere in sight.
"I better go make sure she's ok," he said, hopping into his car.
He sped over to their house and pulled up to the curb. Her car was in the driveway.
He walked to the front of the house. He went to turn the knob, but was surprised to see that the door was already opened.
"Teresa?" he called into the house.
He pushed the door open.
"Teresa are you in he-"
He stopped mid sentence.
"Oh God."
The house was completely trashed. Papers, clothes, furniture, everything was scattered around, covering the carpet. A lamp was knocked over; the kitchen table was turned upside down…the TV was turned on, and the phone was off the hook. It looked like a hurricane had swept through.
"TERESA!" he yelled, running through the house.
She wasn't there.
"Damn it!" he yelled. "Where is she?"
He looked around. Something shiny caught his eye. He picked it up.
"Oh no," he said.
It was the locket he had given her for their wedding day. She had never taken it off since that day in the hospital, years ago, when he put it on her.
He looked around again, unsure of what to do.
"Rebecca," his teeth gritted.
He ran back to his car and drove to the mansion.
She wasn't there.
Fox was in complete panic now. He didn't know where to go.
Before he knew it, he was driving towards Crane Industries.
He parked his car and ran in, running straight through the large doors and into his grandfather's office.
"Fox!" Alistair cried out. "What are you doing here?"
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Teresa! Where is she?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play games with me grandfather," he said growing angry. "I'm too old for these games…tell me where she is."
"How dare you come into my office and raise your voice at me like this. You don't know anything Nicholas."
"I know everything!" he cried.
Alistair glanced at him.
"You think you know everything? By all means, share … I want to hear your newfound knowledge."
Fox sneered.
"I know all about you and Rebecca…I know all about everything.
Alistair didn't say anything.
"What exactly do you think you know Fox?"
"Well where do I begin?" Fox asked, throwing his hands in the air. " I know how you two are working together…I know that it's your fault little Ethan is dead…I know what you really did to Luis…I know that you have Ethan hidden somewhere because he knows the truth…and I know that it was you who gave Teresa her cancer…"
"That's absurd!" He yelled, walking around from his desk and standing inches away from Fox. "I hate to break it to you, but you don't know anything…nothing at all!"
Fox lunged for him, grabbing him and pushing him against the wall.
"Why so violent?" Alistair asked, laughing.
"Damn it grandfather, tell me where she is! Don't act like you don't know."
"Maybe you should let go of me first Fox."
"Maybe I should just kill you now while I have the chance." He said.
Alistair became angry.
"You better listen to me…I will not be threatened in my own office like this do you understand me? If you continue to keep this up, I'm afraid you are going to leave me no choice…"
"No choice? What are you talking about?"
"I'm a powerful man Fox…you think it was me that made Teresa sick? Why would you risk it all happening again."
Fox tightened his grip and backed away.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm not saying anything," he said walking back to his chair and sitting down. "I am simply implying that you better start being a little nicer to me…I don't think you would want to jeopardize her health because you cant control your temper."
Fox didn't move.
"Then just tell me where she is."
Alistair took a puff of his cigar.
"Get out of my office," he said, his voice as cold as ice.
Frustrated, Fox did as he was told and left.
"Great," he said as he got behind his steering wheel.
"Now what am I going to do?"