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"Bayport, New York," Charlie grumbled. He slouched back into his seat. "I hate New York."
He didn't like the city very much, but let's not forget to mention the last time he'd been there; he'd nearly been killed. He still remembered the time Don's co-workers were involved with a shoot out.
"I know, Charlie," Alan said. "But I promised Fenton we'd come down. Besides, Don has time off. If we need the other's help, we can ask, right?"
"Yeah," Don said. Actually, he was looking forward to seeing Fenton again. He was pretty nice.
"Oh well," Charlie said. "I'll make do. Do we know anything much about the case?"
"Not much. Fenton thinks the kidnappers are someone who got out of prison a while ago that he arrested. Someone called O'Mallan."
"What was he wanted for?" asked Don.
"Rape, murder, robbery, you name it, he did it," Alan answered. He sighed as he turned the steering wheel to the right. "Well, we're here."
Don glanced at the house and his jaw dropped. For a private investigator, Fenton apparently did pretty well. "Wow," Don said, glancing at the finely laid bricks.
"Yeah, he has it pretty well," Alan said as he got out of the car. "Now remember, his sons were just kidnapped, so be nice…" he started to give them a lecture but got interrupted by Charlie.
"Dad, we're not three," he grumbled.
"Good point. Sorry, I'm just a little worried about how Fenton is doing."
Fenton came out of the house as he heard the car pull in the driveway. "Alan!" he said, embracing his friend in a hug. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing okay," he said.
"Well, that's good," Alan said. "I hope you can find your kids. Speaking of kids, you've met Don, and this was Charlie."
"Where was I when you two met?" Charlie asked.
"You hate New York," Don said with a smile.
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With the boys…
"I can't believe it," Frank muttered.
"Three days!" Joe yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. "Three days! I mean can you believe it, three days."
"Yes, three days…" said Frank. "Three days missing. Did they call Dad again well I was out?"
"No," Joe said.
Frank sighed. "I figured. How long was I out?"
"Three hours," Joe said, frowning. "I think you got a concussion."
"You think? Since when did you become a medicine man?" Frank spat. He shifted himself up. "Yeah, I think you're right."
"They beat you with a belt," said Joe. "I think you're going to be hurting a little bit."
"Yeah," the kidnapper said, coming downstairs with a fireplace poker in his hand. "I think you're going to be hurting a lot."
Stay tuned…
