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Jazz and Maddie had been in New York looking for Danny for almost three months now, and still no sign of him. If he knew they were there, he was avoiding them well...not that Jazz was suprised. Maddie still had no memory of him telling his secret, but Jazz still knew, and she never went anywhere without a ghost detector in her backpack.
Three months had taken them down lead after lead, but to no avail. The cops hadn't had any luck either, and spending time in a hotel room had taken it's toll on them. They seemed to go through the motions of the days in slow-motion, and with no feeling. Her father wasn't doing too well either, she could tell by the way he said...or didn't say, things. So nither female was expecting or looking forward to any phone calls.
"I'll get it," Jazz said that morning, and trudged over to the phone.
"Hello, is a Mrs. Fenton there?"
"She's busy," Jazz glanced at her mother's normally pleasent and plump face. Now she looked more like the ghosts she had so desperately hunted after. Although she looked great in decent clothes for once, her face had an unhealthy and stressful glow about it. She smiled thankfully. "May I take a message?"
"We have a posetive lead on her son," the reciever said. "So when she get's back, if you could let her-"
"Oh," Jazz said suddenly, "here she is." The look on her face told Maddie everything she needed to know.
"Hello?" she picked up the phone, and for the first time in a week, a smile touched her lips. "You're sure?" she asked. "Where?" She glanced at Jazz. "Wisconsin? Do you know- an escourt? And no one knows who it was from? A Limo?" She looked at Jazz again, puzzled, but hopeful. "We were just packing to leave. Our money supply is running a little low...I see. Yes, please do, and we will join you when we can...oh." She looked downfallen again. "Yes, yes, I see. Very well...yes," she grabbed a pen and jotted a note on a piece of paper.
"Thank you," she said finally. "Yes, please keep us informed. Goodbye."
"Wisconsin?" Jazz asked.
"Yes, he landed in an airport on the sourthern end of the state, and was driven away by an escourt in a limo. He was flying first class." Jazz now looked as confused as her mother.
"He must be doing pretty well..." she said slowly, but it didn't make sense. THey had checked up on almost every job that would hire 14 and 15-year olds with only one or two leads, but those only confirmed that he had come to New York. Where had the money come from?
"The police want us to wait at home for this one, and they want to know if we have any aquaintances there that might fit the discriptions." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "and the only person I know in Wisconsin with that kind of money is Vlad Masters."
"Well, it can't hurt to call him," Jazz said, handing her the phone. Maddie nodded and picked up the reciever. She dialed information, and got the number.
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"Excuse me, sir," one of Vlad's secretaries tapped him on the shoulder at the airport. "There's a woman on the phone who insists she talk to you."
"Who?" He asked, not turning around.
"A Maddie Fenton." Vlad's face broke into a grin as he took the phone the secretary held.
"Maddie," he said, "how nice to talk to you."
"Uh...hi," he heard her say nerveously. "Um...we've been having problems with-"
"Daniel? Yes, I saw it on the news."
"You did?" Maddie swallowed, "Well, we have reports that he's in Wisconsin. Do you know what this is about?" He rubbed his chin, unable to hide a grin.
"Well, I haven't seen him, if that's what you mean," he said. "But I will look out for him for you."
"Thank you," Maddie said after a pause. "I appreciate that, Vlad. I didn't think you were in on this anyway."
"Why, thank you Maddie," he said. "I'm glad you trust me."
"Yes," she said, "Well, I have to go."
"Good luck on finding him," He said and heard a click from the other end. He was beaming when he handed the phone to the seceretary. He turned to see the black limosine pull up in front of the bus stop, and stood. Danny got out of the back of the car, preceeded and followed by two hired men. Vlad nodded at them, and then nodded at the Secretary. She took Danny's place, and the limosine drove away.
"What about my stuff?" Danny asked.
"What 'stuff' would that be?" Vlad asked. Danny nodded, conceeding. Good, his spirit was broken, and he would be easier to 'teach'. "Follow me," he said, heading towards the public restrooms. Danny followed him half-heartedly. "I don't want anyone witnessing you arriving at my home," he said. "Too much bad publicity," he said. "You get the royal treatment, and you show up at my house as a guest?" he shook his head. "The press would have a field day...so..." The two familiar rings appeared around his waist, and Vlad Plasmius stood there a few seconds later. Danny nodded, catching on, and the similar rings appeared around his own torso. "Follow me," Vlad said, floating towards the celing. Danny nodded again, and floated after him, heading to his new home.
