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Disclaimer: **shakes head in exasperation** If you have any questions, see chapters 1-7.

Inspector Detector rose to his feet as Jarrett opened the window again and stuck his head out. It had been three hours since their previous talk, and Speed's friend Trixie had showed up, explaining hurriedly that she was positive that Speed was in the building as well. This had only served to make Mrs. Racer bury her face into her husbands shoulder and sob.

"Jarrett! We know you have Speed!"

"Aurin."

"Nani? What are you talking about?" Inspector Detector lowered his megaphone. "What is that man talking about?"

"His name. It's Aurin. Not Speed."

Trixie pushed her way through the crowds of police officers, who were trying in vain to hold her back. "Hey you! Who do you think you are? Now give him back! He's not your son!" She turned to face the Racers. "Right?"

Pops looked at her guiltily. "I'm sorry Trixie. But he's right. We adopted him when he was four. We had had Rex, and they said we couldn't have any more. So we adopted him."

Trixie was stunned. She felt like she'd been hit in the heart with a cement mixer. Speed. The one she'd loved for years, the son of a killer. Aurin. It was almost like a demented novel by Stephen King.

Mrs. Racer saw the hurt and disbelief on her face. "Trixie, don't think Speed lied to you. We didn't tell him."

"Why not? Then you just lied to him."

"Can you imagine him trying to have a normal childhood with the knowledge that his father was in jail for two counts of murder?" Trixie shook her head and a light bulb clicked on in it.

She stood in front of Inspector Detector. "Don't all big buildings like this one have a big window on top?"

He looked confused. "I suppose it would."

She snapped her fingers. "Great! How many police officers and rope do you have?"

"What?"

"If I can get police officers willing to climb through that window and capture Jarrett and rescue Speed, I can pull this off!"

"How do you plan to get them up there? It's a big building."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of jingling keys. "You forget. I have a helicopter."

Inspector Detector grinned slyly. "Good! Take as many officers as you need, and I'll keep Jarrett talking."

"What's all the chatter going on out there?" Jarrett tapped his fingers against the window pane. "I have something for you!"

Inspector Detector reached for his megaphone. "Don't get smart."

"Oh, no, officer! Just a …gift." Jarrett grinned and turned his head to the left slightly. It was almost eerie how much he looked like Speed. 

Pops hollered a reply. "Give me back my son!"

Jarrett's eyes flashed. "Your son? YOUR SON? What gave you that idea? He's my son! Mine, mine, mine, mine!" He pulled a small canister from his jacket. "This is for you." He pulled the lid off and hurled it at the barricade of police officers. They dove for cover as it hit the ground.

Nothing.

Inspector Detector glared up at Jarrett. "What are you trying to pull?"

Jarrett giggled and waited as a bolder officer approached the canister. He looked back. "It doesn't seem to be anything…" His voice trailed off. He gasped for breath, and as another officer raced to help him, he too was brought to his knees.

Jarrett laughed. "Remember the virus? I released a small, small amount into the racers lounge, just for fun. But this, is a very large amount. There's no way you can get within ten feet of the building, or you'll end up like these two."

Okay, that was a sucky ending, but hey! Now, I know you wanna review! So don't hold yourself back!

Thanks lots for reading, and remember, nitroglycerine is not good for your digestive system!

--Aeroshockwave