Thanks for the reviews! I think about four-five more chapters and it should be done…

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"What am I thinking?" Charlie smacked himself in the face and groaned, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket. He opened it and cursed. "No signal," he said.

"Does it have texting?" Joe asked, snatching the phone out of Charlie's hand. He fiddled around with the phone and threw it against the wall when he realized it didn't. "Darn," he said with a shrug. "They didn't search you?" he asked.

Charlie shrugged. "I guess not," he said. "Do either of you have anything?"

Frank shook his head. "He searched me when I tried to get help near the tool booth thing. I haven't tried since…" he shuddered, remembering what had happened and what the man had said.

Joe shrugged. "Normally Frank's the one carrying the pocket knife."

Frank snickered at that remark. "Yeah, but you got in trouble for it." He changed the subject. "So, are you going to do what they want you too?"

Charlie sighed. "I really don't know… I don't care what they do to me, but if they hurt you guys…" he let his voice trail off.

"Do you think it's major?" Joe asked.

Charlie nodded. "From what Don said about his current case, it could hurt – and effect – millions of people."

"Then don't do it, no matter what they do to us," Frank said with a shiver. "Hopefully, they won't think of that angle…"

His hopes were crushed when someone came into the room. "Well, Charles, have you made up your mind?"

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"His birth recorded says so. We've been searching for him for twelve years," Don said.

Laura sank down into her chair. "So you're saying for the first four years after Frank's birth he was a dazzling person?" she asked.

"Yeah, very clean." Don said. "But then he got into some stuff and he's been on our radar… I think that was one of the first cases we couldn't solve. Just one thing: If he was clean for the first four years, why not keep his kid?"

"His wife didn't want one," Laura said. "At least, that's what we were told at the time of the adoption."

"Megan, Colby – let's go to the adoption center and see what's going on with this. I think we haven't been told the whole truth."

"We told you everything we knew," Fenton said.

"I understand that," Don said. "I think you were lied to. Let's go."

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Charlie nodded his head after glancing at Frank and Joe. "I'm not helping," he said.

The man closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. "Alright, then. Who's first? Frank, or Joe?"

Charlie opened his mouth but then shut it when Frank said, "I'll go."

"OK then," the man said, grabbing Frank by the arm and pulling him into another room after clanging the door shut.

After a few minutes of silence, all they could here were Frank's screams…

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Don groaned in the car. "Why didn't Fenton just come out and tell us?" Megan asked.

"That I don't understand. He seems like a great guy – but why wouldn't he tell his kid he was adopted?"

"Guess he didn't want his kid to know he was the son of an international terrorist," Don said. "Is this the place?"

"No – I think it's next door," Megan replied.

"I can't tell…" Don muttered. "Hey, who's this?" he asked, peering outside.

"That's not good…" Colby muttered. "Isn't that the one Fenton called John?"

"Uh-oh…" Don muttered. "Colby, call for backup. Megan, let's run!"

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TBC…