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Chapter 16: Call Me

After the phone connection went dead, Wes and Warrick immediately called for reinforcements and went over to the Stokes residence.

The sounds specialists began to set up high-tech equipment to help locate where their masked phantom was calling from. There were many people bustling around the house. Many of them still sleepy-eyed, it was only 7.30 a.m.

Jen was sitting with Sara and Emily, comforting them, one thing that only female homicide detectives could do. Capt. Jim Brass just doesn't seem to do that. Sara's eyes were red from the night's crying.

Wes was dusting for prints on the note left by their suspect. Warrick had gone to process the twin's room. The sounds specialists had gotten the phone all hooked up by 10 a.m. Now, they were just rattling off instructions to Nick.

At 10.15 am, Catherine also entered the home with a sad expression on her face. She went over to Sara, who broke down again, sobbing on Jen's shoulder.

Warrick was looking out of the window, to see if their suspect left any shoeprints on the ledge or on th lawn. Unsurprisingly, by the way things are going that day, the lawn was totally clean. Warrick closed his eyes, trying to imagine what happened that night: (A/N:hehe, CSI classical reconstructions!)

The masked phantom was sitting in the bushes, out of sight. He was watching the house, waiting for the right moment. He saw the light on in the room he was targeting. 15 minutes later, the light was turned off.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, he got up and trudged through the lawn, pulling on gloves on the way. Happy that this house was only one story high, he leapt into the room, careful not to leave any marks. He walks up to the young girl, checks to make sure she was asleep. Bad luck to her if she wasn't.

Satisfied, he walks over to the boy, his target. Carefully gagging the boy so he can't yell if he wakes up, he picks up the boy and pulled out the note he had written, placing it carefully on the bed. Job done, he climbed out of the window again, when he felt the boy squirm. He looked down at the pesky brat; his eyes were opened with sheer terror, unable to speak.

Making a firm grip on the boy, he walked through the lawn; he made sure his shoeprints were wiped out. He looked back at the house, dark and silent, no one saw him. Good. He felt a surge of satisfaction that he had finally completed a task.

Nothing can stop him, nothing at all, nothing, except...

A hand found its way onto his shoulder, "Yipes!!" yelled Warrick, snapping back into reality. Warrick quickly turned around to see the owner of the hand.

Wes was standing behind him, holding up his hands in surrender, "Sorry bout' that, mate!"

"Jeez, Wes!" scolded Warrick. He was about to shoot an angry remark when Catherine came in, "Hey fellows, found anything?"

Wes shook his head, "The guy wore gloves. Only Sara and Nick's prints on that note,"

Warrick said, "No marks to suggest a single print from him here. He must have wiped them all out,"

Catherine sighed, "I can't believe this is happening!"

Wes closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head slightly. Warrick said, "We better go down. The phone call is our only hope now,"

"He won't do anything to Michael yet, right?" asked Wes worriedly. Catherine replied, "I hope not..."

Five minutes to twelve noon, one of the sound specialists was saying to Nick, "Remember, no one else is here. Try and keep him on the phone long enough for us to track him down. Ask him to put your son on the phone, make sure you hear Michael's voice,"

Nick nodded. Emily asked quietly, "Mommy? What's going on? Where's Michael?"

Sara hugged Emily closer and said, "Don't worry Emily, we'll find him,"

Suddenly, the phone rang. The sounds specialist nodded at Nick, who picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"So, you got my message," was the reply.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, I really don't know. Just following my boss's instructions, why don't you try and find me? If you are successful in catching me, I'll give you your son," the suspect's voice was dying away.

"Wait! I want to talk to my son!"

"Hmm... why not?" then, quite suddenly, "DADDY!!!!" came Michael's voice.

"Michael!" Nick yelled. Then, the line went dead. "Michael!!"

The GPRS system on the computer had worked its magic, "You did well. We got a location. Frank's Warehouse, desert area. There's a payphone there. Our guy probably called from over there,"

Jen announced quietly, "Then let's go..."

Sara left Emily with Mrs. Stokes and went into Wes' SUV along with the other CSI's. The homicide detectives (Brass and Jen) had already sped off, siren on, leading the way. Wes revved up the engine and followed in pursuit.

Nick stared out the window, thinking determinely, "Hang on Mike, I'm coming..."

TBC

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