Ch. 8

Who would do this?

"Answer, answer, please god ANSWER." Babe yelled into the phone.

Finally after another ring, Winifred picked up, "Chandler residence?"

"Winnie, its Babe! I need you to go upstairs and check on my baby. Right now!" Babe yelled.

Babe sounded so panicked and out-of-breath that Winnie immediately dropped the phone and raced up the stairs in Little A's room.

Babe listened, her heart pounding. What was happening? She strained to hear what was going on from the other end, but she hadn't heard anything since the phone had been dropped to the floor.

Finally, Winifred picked up the phone again, "Babe, your son is fine. He is sleeping. What is wrong?"

"Winnie, are you sure? Do you have him with you?" Babe asked.

"No, I left him upstairs to sleep. Why," Winifred asked.

"I need you to go and get him, and don't let him out of your sight. Then I need you to get JR and tell him to call the police."

"But Babe, JR isn't here. He left to meet you at the Pine Cone just a few minutes ago."

Babe groaned and closed her eyes, "OK Winnie, just watch Little A and I'll be over there soon. OK?" Babe asked.

"But Babe, what is going on? Why would we need to cops?" Winifred asked, wondering what was going on.

"Don't worry Winnie, it was just a little scare, that's all. Everything is fine. But please don't let Little A out of your sight. You're not there alone, are you?"

"Well no, Mr. Chandler is in his office and Mrs. Chandler is upstairs." Winifred explained.

"Good, get Adam and tell him to go upstairs with mama and you go up there with them. Go in her room and lock the door until I get there. Please Winnie, don't ask my anymore questions and just go!" Babe pleaded.

"Sure, Babe. Of course I will." Winifred assured her.

"Thank you, and now go." Babe hung up the phone and looked back at the TV.

It had paused on Little A, staring back up at the camera with a smile on his face. Babe wanted to scream. Who was doing this, and why? Why would they go near her son like this, WHY? She pulled out her cell phone and started dialing JR's cell number as she felt hot tears slip down her face. She started pacing and she then heard JR's voicemail.

"No, no, no! JR, where are you?" Babe shut her phone and slammed it onto a desk.

She then sunk to her knees and covered her face with hers hands. If her son was in danger because someone was after her, she would never forgive herself. If Amanda was behind this... but then Babe stopped. Amanda didn't know that was Little A's old name, only one person did. Jamie. But he couldn't, he wouldn't, do this. He knew how much Babe loved her son. And Jamie loved his nephew, he couldn't possibly do this. But who else knew that name?

"Babe, I have the truck outside..." JR pushed open the almost closed door and stopped, and dropped the boxes he was carrying. He looked around the room and then spotted Babe.

"Oh my God, Babe, what happened? Are you OK? Did someone hurt you? Tell me, if someone hurt you I swear to God..." JR ran to her and she jumped up into his arms and held on tight.

"Babe, what happened?" JR asked, feeling Babe's deathly tight grip around him.

"I don't know." Her voice was mumbled because she was talking into his coat, "I walked in here and all the clothes were everywhere and everything was ruined and I found something on a desk..." Babe told him quickly, so quick he could barely understand the words.

"Slow down, slow down. It's OK, what did you find?" JR tried to soothe her.

"A tape and it had Little Adam on it." She wiped her eyes, "He was just staring at the camera and then someone called him 'sweet baby' James!"

"What?" JR's blood turned to ice. "Let me see the video." He said with his voice cold.

Babe went to the TV and kneeled down, and with shaking hands she rewound the tape and played it. She stood up and went and stood next to JR, trying to capture warmth from him for comfort. So far it wasn't working.

JR's face had a mixture of worry, rage, and sadness after her finished watching the tape. How could someone had video taped his son, in his own house? Not only were they after the woman he loved, they were now after his son. They would pay.

"I gotta call the house; see if this sick asshole is still there..." He walked to the phone but Babe stopped him.

"I already called, and they weren't there. Winnie has little Adam with your dad and mama locked away safe in her room. I was gonna call the cops, but I wanted to wait until you got here..." Babe explained.

"Good, we don't need the Pine Valley police involved. We know they can't help us."

"But..."

"Babe, they couldn't find anybody. They wouldn't even be able to find Abe Lincoln doing the river dance in the middle of the police station accompanied with the whole orchestra. No, I'll handle this." He turned towards the door.

"JR, I don't want you getting involved in anything bad." She stopped him from leaving.

"I can handle myself." JR said, taking her hands off him.

Babe stepped back, looking hurt. JR immediately regretted acting so cold towards her.

"Look Babe, I'm sorry. I just am worried about Little A." He apologized.

"I know JR, me too. And this is my entire fault! I can understand if you're mad at me, I hate myself right now. This was my mess, mine! And I got my son involved. I'll never forgive myself if anything happens to him..." Babe trailed off.

JR stepped forward and placed his hands on the sides of her face, "Don't even think that way. This is not your fault and nothing will happen to him, or you. I won't let it."

Babe pulled him into a hug and then pulled away, "I told Winnie I would be there as soon as possible."

JR nodded and grabbed her hand and they hurried and ran to his car and drove off.