Wow, long time no see for this story, lol. March 4 was when I made this, almost a month! Lol. I just haven't had the time for it recently. Been busy with my other stories.. Although, I haven't been updating them a lot either… but oh well! Here it goes…

"You want to know if he is alive?" The voice asked, and then laughed wickedly.

"Yes, please let me know!"

"Sorry for your luck!" he said, and then there was a click, and there wasn't anymore sounds.

No, what was going on? Did they really have him, or was it just someone playing a prank on me?

Just then, the phone rang once again, and I picked it up with a shaky hand, "Umm, hello?"

"It is me again," the voice once again rang out.

"Tell me, do you really have Danny?"

"Yeah, I have him all right. Have you been missing him?"

"Yeah, I have been missing him," I told him, trying to stay calm, and just talk to him like it was nothing, and he was just some part of the family or something.

"You have? I figured so, since you had adds up everywhere. He was such a nice child to."

"Was, what are you talking about WAS? He isn't alive?"

"No, I never said that. He just, doesn't look as fine as he used to."

"Huh? Really, can you please like, show me some proof that you have him?"

"Well, do you want to talk to him?"

"Yes, I would be dying to talk to him!"

"Sorry for your luck, he doesn't want to talk right now."

"He would want to talk to me! And I know it!"

"Yeah? Well… he is to weak to talk right now."

"What do you mean, what has happened to him?"

With that, they hung up, leaving me hang there. Why was he doing this to me? Did he on purposely do that to me, to open my mind up again to thinking of the possibilities? Before, I was starting to wear down on it, but now though, it was back up, and in just as high of action as when he had first been stolen. Now, I knew he was out there, somewhere, and although I didn't know for sure if he was alive or dead, I knew that this guy had him. Even if he wasn't alive, this guy deserved in every little way to get thrown in jail for what he has done to my friend.

I grabbed my jacket, and threw it on, and then ran to the door. I walked down to the police station, so that I could ask them where the number came from, so that I could find out where this guy lived.

When I walked through the door, they looked at me, and one of the head people sighed, and came up to get me.

"Samantha Manson. You have been here so many times for your friend sweety, and you aren't finding him. I promise you, we have tried everything, and he is not coming back. Whoever this guy is…"

"He has been found out. I know who he is! Or at least, it think I can find out who he is."

"Sam, you have been saying 'I think' for the past 5 years, and never once did you think correctly."

"No, but, I think I have this figured out this time! I promise, I think I can figure it out! I am not lying, and I know for sure, we can get some lead to something!"

"Come back to my office with me, and we will figure things out," he sighed, as we walked to his office. His office always seemed to smell weird. I never understood what it was the smell of, a mixture of flowers, and a musty smell, I guess, because it didn't smell good, but it didn't smell bad either.

"Look, see who called me last!" I blurted out, once we had gotten into the office.

"I don't think we can do that," he said sourly.

"Why not? You have done it for other people, why can't you do it now?"

"I can't do it!" He yelled at me.

"Ok, that is fine then… I will just go home, and see if I can hit the re-dial button. I just figured I wouldn't call them back, until I found out who they were."

"No, you shouldn't call them back either. It isn't very safe," he suggested, but he didn't sound nice about it.

"Is there any reason why you are being so mean to me today?"

"I am not being mean. I am just suggesting."

"Fine, whatever. If you really knew me, you would know that I will call him, because I am daring enough for it."

"No, you really shouldn't. I will erase your calls." He said.

"See, if you can erase them, than you can locate the location," I pointed out.

"Sam, please leave now, or I will have to get you escorted."

I left, although, I didn't want to. There was something fishy about him that day. I didn't have a clue as to what he was doing, but I didn't like the way he was acting. He kind of creeped me out, the way he was being rushy, and mean about things. When I got home, I was tempted to hit the re-dial button, but then Tucker called in, just when I was about to.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam, it is Tucker."

"Oh, hey Tucker. How are you?" I asked him, like as though we weren't just talking earlier.

"I am fine. I just thought I would call and talk to you, since after all, I was being mean to you earlier."

"Oh, yeah. I have some good news! Some guy called me, the guy who took Danny."

"Oh." He said, and he didn't even sound surprised, or happy! He actually sounded as though, he didn't care!

"Tucker, don't you care?"

"Yeah, I care Sam. I am just over the whole Danny thing."

"Look Tucker, I am going to let you go," and with that, I hung up. He was also acting weird. Why were people acting so weird after they had realized that I had found out something about Danny?