Chapter 15The alarm clock went off at 6:00 the next morning. Sydney rolled over and looked at Vaughn. "Hey, Vaughn, guess what?"

"What?"

"I don't have to puke," she said laughing.

Vaughn joined in the laughter. "So are you ready to go to work today?"

"Do you want to know something?"

"Sure," Vaughn said furrowing his brow.

"I've been sitting behind a desk for the past three weeks and I'm about to go crazy. I never realized it before, but I'm addicted to adrenaline. It's gotten so bad that I just want to do something like go skydiving, initiate a high-speed pursuit, or just something. I can't stand just doing paperwork. It's so mundane."

Vaughn chuckled at this.

"But then I am forced to think about our kid whenever those thoughts cross my mind, and…" Sydney trailed off.

"And…" Vaughn prompted.

"And when I think about our kid, I realize that I can't do those things. It's making me crazy."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, but still, I'm sorry."

Sydney looked at Vaughn. A long passionate kiss followed. "I'm going to go get breakfast going."

"Okay," Vaughn said kissing Sydney again.

The doorbell rang. Walking over and opening the door, Vaughn stared in shock. "Alice," he said.

Bill stared at the video feed from the camera that he had planted in the tree in front of his house. There were still agents inside. It wasn't safe to return. Looking over at his wife, Bill asked her, "Where'd Hannah go again?"

"To the mall."

"Of course she did. She always has to go to the mall."

"Considering that you uprooted our family because of your past, I don't think it's too big of a sacrifice to let our daughter pick out some new clothes."

Looking both ways, Hannah handed the scruffy looking man the money her mom had given her for the new clothes. Handing her a bag of white powder, the man stuffed the money into his pocket. "Thanks," she told him. Turning to leave, she stopped suddenly when three police cars blocked her exit.

The man that had just given her the bag got up suddenly and pulled a gun. "You're under arrest," he told her.

Allison stared back at Vaughn. "Michael," she said trying her hardest to sound like she was trying to hold back anger.

"What are you doing here?" Vaughn asked her.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," Vaughn replied, stepping out of her way.

"Let me get to the point," Allison started. "I have some of your stuff in the car. You'll get it back when you give me what's rightfully mine."

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember?"

"No."

"Well, I'm not leaving until I get it."

"What are you talking about?"

"When you give it to me, I'll give you your stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Allison shrugged her shoulders. Vaughn sighed. "Stay here," Vaughn told her, "I'll look for anything that's yours."

Leaving the room, Vaughn went into his bedroom. Scanning the floor, he didn't see anything that belonged to Alice. He checked the drawers next, followed by the closet. Nothing. Leaving the room, Vaughn headed into the basement.

When Allison was sure that Vaughn was gone, she reached into her pocket. She headed around the room planting bug after bug. She knew that she had to get the bugs in other areas of the house. Wandering around, she found herself in the kitchen. She looked up to see Sydney cooking wearing nothing but an old t-shirt that she presumed was Vaughn's and some panties that were barely visible under the hem of the shirt.

"Alice," Sydney said in shock.

"Sydney," Allison said returning the greeting. Allison didn't know what had happened, but she realized that she had somehow goofed up. Sydney was looking at her weird.

"What did you say?"

"I returned your greeting. Why?"

"Did you call me Sydney?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Vaughn walked into the kitchen at that point. Seeing him, Sydney called out, "Hey, Vaughn, do you have your gun?"

"It's in my room. Why?"

Allison swiveled her head. She saw a knife on the counter. Sydney must have seen her because they both lunged for it at the same time. Allison's fingers curled around the handle. Grabbing Sydney, she held the knife at her throat. Walking slowly, Allison lead Sydney as her hostage out of the house.

Once they were out the door, Allison pulled her gun and dropped the knife. Forcing Sydney into the car and then getting in after her, Allison started the car and barked the tires as she backed out.

Allison had just put the car in drive and started to accelerate when the driver side window shattered and blood splattered on the windshield. As the weight of Allison's dead body shifted, more pressure was put on the gas, and the car accelerated. Sydney felt the car swerve, and noticed that the continually accelerating car was headed right for a power pole.

…TBC…