Chapter 3

Ed was in his office at the Montecito, it was five hours since he got the letter with Danny´s car keys and the photo. Ed knew that the professor was somehow behind this, but why Danny? Why not grab Delinda, his only child. Not that he wanted that but why?

Ed had met Tim Rascone ( aka the Professor) in his younger years and they worked together in the CIA a couple of times. The last time Tim went over to the other side and disappeared killing two other agents. The agency tried to catch him with Eds help, they nailed him in a bordell somewhere in Eastern Europe.
After that Tim had looked at Ed and told him he will never rest until he had gotten his revenge, like the typical bad guy. Tim was in jail for a couple of years,
Ed never worried about it, he were not his only enemy to utter such threats. Tim busted out and tried to steal money from Montecito and frame Ed for a murder. Danny had helped him hide out and to clear his name.

The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.
"Ed Deline speaking"
"Hello Mr Deline, my name is Frank..."
"Dannys friend right? You were out drinking together?"
"Yes, Mary called me and one thing happened,,," Frank was still little unsure what to tell Ed.
"Did something happen?" Ed asked. "Yes, Danny didn´t want me to tell you but Mary sounded really worried"
"I got a letter about five hours ago with Danny's car keys and a picture of his car, someone says that he called in sick. But he isn´t home..."
"Shit, there were two guys at the bar asking Danny if he was Danny McCoy, we were really drunk. Danny cracked a joke and they tried to grab him, but we kicked their asses."
"If they tried to grab him after or on the way to work couldn´t he have gotten away from them again? ?" Ed asked.
"The guys was twice as big as Danny, he is a really god fighter but by himself and I think he hurt his arm in the fight, he would be a easy target.."
"What! He never told me about he was injured..."
"Danny would never tell anyone, he is so stubborn and he wouldn´t want you to know that he was really drunk and got into a fight. You know, manly pride and such."
"Okay, thanks Frank. We will get him back soon and I´m gonna talk to him about this"
"Don´t tell him that I rattled him out, but seriously get him back and soon. Call me."
"Yes Frank I will."

This time Danny woke slowly trying to remember why he had this really bad headache. He opened his eyes trying to see were he was.
"Pretty boy is awake." Danny recognized the voice, it was the idiot what was his name again..... Oh the idiot Stevie, Danny thought for himself . He looked around, he were lying on hard and cold floor, his hands still really tight tied together. Two pair of hands grabbed him and lifted him so he sat on the floor against the wall.
There were no windows but a door and a big mirror. "Just like the interrogations room in the police station, Danny thought"
The door open an in came a man, that Danny thought he recognized.
"Tim Rascone...." Dannys voiced croaked.
"Yes, the one and only. How are you doing, little one?" Tim asked Danny with a cheerio voice.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn´t you be in prison or something?"
"It was pretty boring and I hate being bored. So I came back to pay you and Ed a visit" Tim looked at Danny with eager eyes, like a predator watching a prey.
Danny felt like he was the prey, he knew that he couldn´t show his fear or anything else and that Tim was insane.

Tim looked at Danny and wondered how he could break this one, he knew that it was going to be difficult. This kid was though and Tim really wanted to break him, he loved the powerful feeling it gave him.
"Are you thirsty or some food? I can give you water if you like?" Tim asked.
"Not really, thank you." Danny said feeling nauseous when he heard the word food. He were really thirsty but knew that the games was on now.
Tim smiled and he also knew that the games was about to begin, it was going to be sweet to see Ed Deline´s protégé break and even sweeter to See Ed himself break.
"Stevie, go and fetch the video camera, it´s time to send Mr Deline a message.

AN: Tell me if you want me to write more hope you like it.