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Chapter 20
Don pulled into the driveway; he hardly realized he had driven there. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 10:00. Had it really only been eight hours since this all began. Don sat in the car for a few minutes looking at the house. It struck him how normal it looked. Anyone walking by would not realize the house had been a crime scene and combed over by the FBI. They would realize that behind the warm glow of the light seeping of the windows was a distraught father. Don moved slowly out of the car and made his way up to the door. He stopped leaning his head against the frame. He felt stiff and old. Taking a deep breath he straightened his back and opened the door. The agent sitting in an easy chair looked up from his book.
"Hey Don," he said with a look of surprise on his face.
Don nodded his head, "Hey Bill. How is it going here?"
"Been pretty quite last few hours, your father finally kicked the Doc out of the house and promptly threw her card in the trash."
Don expected as much, "Did you…"
"Got five in my pocket," Bill said with a smile. "Anyway ever since your dad has been disappearing into parts of the house and reappearing."
As if on cue Alan walked out of the hallway. "Don, you need dinner." Then he disappeared into the hallway.
Bill glanced at Don with a hint of amusement on his face. He tried to cover it with a cough.
Don shook his head, "Is it just you here?"
Bill shook his head, "I'm the only one inside. There is a watch car and they make a perimeter check every hour. I'm also checking with them every hour."
Don nodded his head, "Get back to your book, I'll deal with him." He pointed toward the kitchen. Bill clapped him on the shoulder and Don headed into the kitchen. His dad was finishing up a sandwich.
Don walked over to him, "Dad, what you doing?"
"I'm finishing your sandwich."
"Have you eaten?"
Alan looked at him, "Well of course I have eaten Don. But I know you haven't so sit."
Don took the stool his father his father pointed at, "Dad I'm really not that hungry."
"Load of manure I'm sure."
"Dad!"
Alan put the sandwich in front of Don. "Eat."
Don tried to tell him that he wasn't hungry but Alan wouldn't let him.
"Look, Don," he began, "You have to find your brother. Not Terry or David or some random FBI agent. You. And in order to do that you have to be focused. So you are going to eat dinner, then go shower, then bed. And after a night of sleep you will get up, eat breakfast and go back to finding your brother."
Don stared at the sandwich in front of him, "What if they…"
"Don, if something comes up in the middle of the night than they will call you. Now Eat!"
Don slowly picked up the sandwich and began eating. Alan seemed to relax a bit. And went to get Don a drink. Coming back he sat across from Don who was heartily eating his now.
Alan set the drink down and watched Don eat. They sat in silence for a while, Alan watching Don, Don looking anywhere but his dad.
Finally Alan spoke, "Have you…heard from…" Alan fumbled for the word.
Don just nodded. Finally he looked at his father. "Yes. We got a phone call from the…" He searched for the word that would least upset his father, "Uh…kidnapper. He spoke to me for a couple of minutes."
Alan looked up excited, "Did you talk with Charlie?"
Don didn't even hesitate, "No."
Alan looked at Don for a moment, "Did you get enough to eat."
Don nodded.
"Ok, then go shower."