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Chapter 17

Don and Terry walked into their office. David was sitting with two technicians who were listening to the phone call. There were several people in the room, all of whom seemed determined to not meet Don's eye.

Terry walked over to David and tapped one of the techs on the shoulder. After glancing over his shoulder he slipped the headphones off and handed them to her. Terry put them on and David replayed the tape.

Don sat at one of the desks and leaned over putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He mulled over the phone conversations like he had been doing ever since it ended.

Charlie, look you are going to be ok. Just don't piss this guy off."

Well he blew that one.

But Charlie you have to trust us in this situation. Just do what you have to do to stay safe…don't try anything heroic. We WILL find you. Can you just stay safe until then?"

Just do what you have to do to stay safe…

stay safe.

Damn It Charlie!

"This is what we have," David's voice broke his thoughts. "The first name is James. The second name is just partial. It could be a number of things; Nathan, Nathaniel, Nat…or a last name."

Don simply nodded his head. He felt a fog settling over him. David seemed to be speaking from so far away. Terry noticed that blank look coming into Don's eyes, like a door had shut.

It wasn't lost on David either; he and Terry exchanged a look before he continued. "We got six guys running through the files, running with every name that matches the partial we have."

Don sighed, "Great, that should only take three days."

Terry was about to say something but David cut her off with a look and continued talking. "We have Larry set up with one of our guys and a math professor from Cal Poly Sci that Detriech uses sometimes. His line of math is more in line with what Charlie does."

"Have they found anything new?"

David just shook his head.

Don nodded, "Alright."

"Sir," one of the techs motioned for David. David made he way over and Terry sat down next to Don. He was staring at his hands.

"Don," she spoke softly, "maybe you should…"

Don stood up; Terry stopped and looked up at him. He glanced down at her, "I'm going to talk to Larry."