Note To Self
Dear Detective Mac Taylor
I've taken your child out from under your nose, and now I've taken your wife as well. Why? Because you had taken the one thing I had… my life. You and that leach doctor have truly destroyed who I was. I was a good man once Detective. You thought I'd be dead by now, didn't you? Well I'm not, the doctors reevaluated me and said I have over a year to live and you took her away from me. And your bitch took her away from me and planted her in some filthy jail cell to rot! She doesn't deserve this. But you, you and your no good, phony wife do. Perhaps I will let your son live. But I would have to cut out his eyes so he wouldn't have to go through life looking upon you, knowing that he was the spawn of the most wretchedness evil on this earth. Have a wonderful life you bastard cop.
Paul Richmond (See Wasted, Season 2)
Paul Richmond? The name was unfamiliar to him and then it dawned on him, one night Stella and Mac had a conversation about one of her cases. The man was visiting a doctor who practiced old rituals, she was a fake healer, she took everything the family had. Their life savings was spent because the women told Paul she would be able to heal him of his blood disease. And naturally she couldn't so Paul's wife overreacted and killed the so called doctor and Paul had tried to take the blame, Stella wouldn't believe his confession so she kept looking. Eventually she unburied the truth. And that's what all this was about.
Mac's fingers were dialing Don before he even knew what he was doing. "Don!"
"Hello?" Don's yawning voice allowed the word to slip droningly from his lips.
"Don, I found a letter from the kidnapper. He has Stella, Get me Paul Richmond's address now!"
"What? Calm down, let me come over and I'll take a look at the paper, we can compare the handwriting and then we can get a search warrant. There's a process, remember?" There was a beep "Mac? Mac, are you there?"
"The person you've called is no longer on the line, please han-"
SMACK! Well, Don showed that automated voice.
"Said Stella was kidnapped, and I assume he means from this apartment." Don ran his hands through his hair before fixing his collar. "You two do what you do, I have to track Mac down." And with that Flack was gone and heading toward Paul Richmond's New York apartment.
"Alright. We got a new scene ta' work with." Danny rubbed his hands together before snapping two gloves onto his hands and giving Lindsey his signature smile.
"Stella's missing, Danny. Work. Not. Play." She stalked off into the room.
Danny followed her apologizing. "Sorry, I was just tryin'a lighten the mood. Since you were so upset about the whole dirt thing."
"I was not upset." She grimaced "I was perplexed."
"I don't know… When Montana throws a box of valuable evidence across the room at me I assume it means she's upset."
"I was not upset. I was angry. At you. How can you act so calm and goofy when something like this happened to Mac and Stella?"
"Um…" Danny shrugged his shoulders lightly. Sure, he was angry at this guy, but he tried not to let his anger get in the way. Okay, truth be told, he was never in control of his anger, he just let it build up and explode at the nearest person. So Why wasn't their explosions? He couldn't tell you, or Lindsey for that matter which left him with this very startling response.
"That's your side and this is mine!" Lindsey huffed pointing from one side of the room and then to the side she was standing on. "Yours…" She pointed. "Mine…" Again she pointed before noticing a glissading print on the floor. "I got something."
"Can I come over? or do I have to wait for the pictures?" He paused "Or better yet, the motion picture."
"Get your ass over here Messer."
"Whoa, Miss Montana has a mouth on her." Danny crossed the room and stopped about four feet away from Lindsey. "It's a shoe print."
"What?" Lindsey glared at him.
Danny tilted his head up and down with a 'now you see it. Now you don't.' look on his face. "It's a glittery show print." He tilted Lindsey's head. "See?"
"Whoa. This could break the whole case wide open." She grinned taking a sample.
"Quiet Miss Bonasera. You'll wake the baby." The cool voice said from under a mask. "Remember me?" He lifted the mask slowly.
"Paul?" Stella tried to kick but quickly found she was bound by her hands and feet. "What do you want? Where's my baby?"
"I want your life. Or do I?" Paul's sandy blonde hair had grown much longer and he also wore a beard that was scraggily and all different sizes. His blue eyes were like darts and he was sweating despite the freezing cold snow still falling outside. "Your baby is fine, in fact, he's right behind you." Paul nodded slightly and as soon as she turned to look he back handed her.
Stella got a good glimpse of Baby Taylor though, his big green eyes had spotted his mothers and he scrunched his tiny hand and began to cry lightly. All Stella wanted to do was hold her baby's small frame in her hands kiss his tiny head that was clothed in the softest dark red hair. He took after his mother for sure. "Let me hold my baby boy."
"Oh, you mean Paul Jr.?" He laughed menacingly and took out a knife.
Stella shook her head, her dark hair bouncing about as tears began to well up in her eyes. "You sick fuck."
"You think I'm sick now. Just wait until you find out what I have planned for us." His voice was hushed so Stella assumed he was trying to be quiet. She took a glance around the room but it was too dark to see into the shadows where the answers to her location was held. "Eyes on me pretty. I'm going to make you so ugly your husband will cringe at your funeral. Not because he's upset but because he's ashamed of what your model body had become."
Stella gritted her teeth and spit into the man's eyes before letting out a loud scream containing many pleas for help.
"Scream all you want pretty." He pressed the knife into he left cheek. "You know who I miss?" He slapped Stella to stop her from screaming. "I miss my wife. You remember her don't you?" He let his hand slip up her shirt. "Tonight you're going to be my wife." Paul rubbed her breasts lightly before letting his knife do the caressing.
"You're sick." Was all Stella could say, there was nothing left. She bit her lip to keep her screams from coming out, she knew that's what he wanted, he wanted to see her in pain and she wouldn't allow it. No matter what he did to her.
Mac kicked the apartment door hard and it crashed to the floor. "Paul, you bastard!" He quickly found his way around the apartment knocking chairs, tables, glass ornaments and other expensive items over. "Where are you?" He screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "Get your ass out of hiding and face me like a man would." Tears welled up in his eyes. "She didn't deserve this." He'd repeated Paul's signed words only about Stella. "She didn't. Paul you bastard, you better not have laid a finger on her.
Don entered the small wreck of an apartment seeing Mac crying, head in his hands and hands against the wall. "Mac." Don took out his handcuffs, he had to. Mac had broken the law, he'd broken into the apartment of A US citizen and done property damage to something Paul probably didn't even own. "You're being placed under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, any-" Just as Don took Mac's hand he was hit with a strong arm that sent him falling to the ground.
"Sorry Flack, I need to find Stella and my son."
The last thing Don saw was a dresser being knocked on to him and them blackness.
Mac's feet moved faster then he imagined he could run. He opened Don's car door and climbed in, he figured it would only be a matter of time before the police were after him and they'd most likely look for his car before a government one. One thought ran through his mind and he wasn't even close to thinking in logic right now. Where's my Baby Girl? Where's My Son? Over and over.
