We found Tucker's home easily.
"Senator Foley, you have a couple of visitors here by the name of Daniel and Sam Fenton. Should I let them in?" The big, brawny security guard asked a video image of Tucker.
"Don't worry, they're for real." Tucker said as he examined us.
"Thanks, Tuck." We both said as we entered.
"No problem." He said as he stood in the doorway. "Come in. What did you want to talk to me about?"
We told of how we came to be captives, the last time Sam saw Danny, our trip through House Ghostly Activities, as it is apparently known, and how we finally decided the place was deserted.
"I may be able to help get the FBI involved, but I'm not promising anything. I will, however, bring House Ghostly Activities brought up on charges. Those things violate the eighth amendment."
Try as he may, Tucker couldn't get the FBI to solve their case.
"I'm sorry, I've done all I can do. Listen, if you need a place to stay for the night, we have a guest room."
"We accept. Thank you, guys." Sam said.
"Danny, I've got something to tell you." Sam said that night as she and Danny were about to go to bed. "It's hard for me to say this, but I have to tell someone. One night Kwan and Dash came in to my cell, and they…they…" she said, getting more and more choked up. Finally, she just removed all her clothes, revealing a series of bruises, particularly whole groups of small ones right around the waist.
"Oh, Sam, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said, embracing her and caressing her back. Behind her back, my eyes glowed green. I hated those two now more than ever. It was bad enough when they beat me up, but the moment they violated my wife, it got personal. I swore then and there that if I ever met them again, I'd make them regret the day they were born.
The next day, someone had left a note on the Foley's gate using cut-and-paste:
"If you want to see your son again, go to where four presidents meet. Go to the great one. The answer will be right under your nose."