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Secret Past

Chapter 5 – Chasing Leads

Woody and Bug went running over and looked at what Framus was holding. She had a wallet in her hand. She opened it up and pulled out the driver's license. "Christopher David Smith," Framus read aloud.

"That basturd," Woody blurted out.

Framus and Bug both looked at him in shock, "I'm sorry do you know him?"

"No, but I know his brother, the one who just confessed to murdering his wife. He probably used his one phone call to ask his brother to come take care of it."

Woody practically raced back up the stairs and into the morgue. Framus and Bug tried to keep up.

Meanwhile Jordan opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Her head hurt and she observed she was sitting on a wooden chair, with her legs and arms tied tightly around the back. The restraints dug into her flesh and caused her quite a large amount of pain in her wrists and ankles. "Where am I?" she thought aloud. At the sound of her voice a figure began moving somewhere in the room. She tried to find this figure in the shadows. Finally the person became clear; it was a middle – aged man. He wasn't an ugly man by any means. He had blue eyes and dark hair, his face was unshaven which gave him a rugged yet handsome look. "Can you tell me why I'm here?"

"Certainly, your husband arrested my brother, and when it is agreed he will be released so will you."

"I have a newborn baby. You can't do this. Please let me go and I swear, I won't remember your face."

"No, instead you and I are going to spend some quality time together."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Whatever you make of it."

"Well while we're hanging out could you at least loosen these restraints because they're cutting off circulation."

"I suppose I could loosen them a little bit."

Seely showed up at the morgue. He saw Lily holding Emily. "Do you know if my body has been started yet?"

"I don't think so, everyone is trying to find Jordan."

"Just because an ME goes missing doesn't mean everyone should just stop doing their jobs."

"Well Mr. Insensitive, around here everyone does give up some time to find their friends when they are missing."

"I need my autopsy done." Seely said, sounding like a 2 year old that wasn't getting his way.

"Well we need to find Jordan and maybe if you spent more time helping and less time complaining, we'd be able to find her faster."

"So what are you on like babysitting duty or something?" Seely asked motioning towards Emily.

"This is what they need me to do right now."

Seely shook his head and wandered out of the room.

Woody was taken into see Zachary Smith. "Where is my wife?" he practically screamed into the jail cell.

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

"If anything happens to her so help me god…"

"Woody," Framus scolded. "Mr. Smith, if you know the whereabouts of Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh, than it would be in your best interest to let us know immediately.

"Dr. Who?"

"We know your brother has her, just tell us where she is." Woody angrily shouted.

"Even if I did know, why would I tell you? What would be in it for me?"

"Listen you little son of a…"

"Woody," Framus scolded again.

"Mr. Smith, lying isn't going to help you here. If you know where Dr. Cavanaugh is, it will be better to tell us now."

"Sorry, I don't know this doctor you speak of."

Seely had been sent to check out Christopher Smith's residence that was taken from his driver's license. Detective Santana agreed to go with him. "Open up police," Seely yelled through the wooden door. He tried to act all macho in front of Santana.

A young blonde woman opened the door. She looked to be about 25. "Can I help you?" she said yawning, as if they had woken her.

"Ma'am we are looking for Christopher Smith, have you seen him?"

"Well he is my boyfriend, but he is visiting his parents this week. He said, he needed to go down and see them about his brother being arrested."

"Can we have the address of his parent's home please."

"Sure," she ran inside and came back out with a small piece of paper with the address scribbled down on it.

"Thank you."