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Chap 2

"What? Ian's back!" cried Riley dismay filling his voice. Sam and Grace exchanged glances. They had of course heard of Ian and knew what he was capable of.

"And he has Abigail," said Ben as he tossed the letter onto the table.

"What!" cried Grace and Sam in unison. Riley quickly snatched up the letter while Grace and Sam gathered around him, reading the letter of his shoulder.

Hello Ben,

It is amazing how good behavior can affect your stay in jail. I have just learned that a few hours ago you discovered another treasure. I want you to bring the clues in exchange for Abigail. We will meet in the vacant warehouse over on twenty-third. Meet me there at ten o'clock. If we see even one cop, you won't see her again. I look forward to our meeting.

Ian

"Oh, man," said Riley as he leaned back against his chair. Sam and Grace both retreated back to their chairs. Grace sat there, biting at a nail. "What are we going to do, Ben?" Ben looked at the ceiling for a moment before standing up and motioning the others to follow him. He walked outside and out into the immense yard.

"Dad, what are we doing out here?" asked Sam as he shivered in the cool night.

"If Ian knew that we had found the clue then he must have the house bugged. If we need to talk about anything concerning the treasure or Abigail, we will have to do it somewhere other than inside the house. As for what to do, we'll have to give him what he wants. We won't call the FBI until after the exchange. We tell Ian what we know and leave. We will make copies of the papers, and give Ian the originals. Once we figure out where we need to go to find the next clue we will tell the FBI that is where Ian could be headed next."

"But how do we know that Ian will hold up his end of the bargain?" demanded Grace.

"He has always upheld his end of the bargain, let's just hope he does this time," replied Riley and Ben nodded in agreement.

"What about us?" asked Grace, "I will not be left behind!"

"Kids, it could be dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt," explained Ben.

"But Dad we are just as good as Riley!" protested Sam.

"Hey!" exclaimed Riley.

"Sorry Rie," said Grace absently. Riley quickly recovered and supported the kids.

"Ben, wouldn't it be better if they came? At least you would know where they were." Ben glared at him for a moment, before softening his gaze.

"Okay, besides I don't think I could stop you. But you do whatever I say or Riley says, is that clear?" Grace and Sam nodded grimly. "Now, go get some rest," he ordered. They turned and walked toward the mansion. Ben watched them go.

"You know, Ben, they are just like you," said Riley with a lopsided grin.

The next morning they all waited nervously around the TV. They were all too nervous to even think about food. Ben sat there, the brittle map and paper laying on his lap. He was trying to watch the TV, but every minute he looked at his wrist watch. Time seemed to crawl by, but finally it was time to go. As if on cue they all stood up silently and walked out to the car. Riley sat up front with Ben, while the kids took the back seat. Ben started the car and drove out of the drive way and onto the street.

"Now you know what to do right kids?"

"Yes, Dad, we don't come in and if anyone comes near the car we get out and run," said Grace as she looked at the window appearing clam even though her thoughts were leaping from one morbid thought to the next.

"I still don't see why we can't come in," growled Sam under his breath, he was reckless and wanted revenge for what Ian had done to his family. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

When they reached the warehouse, they parked opposite it. Ben and Riley walked across the street quickly and into the warehouse while Grace and Sam stared out the windows of the car. Riley walked into the warehouse with his stomach in a knot. He had the same kind of nervous excitement that he had when they had stolen the Deceleration of Independence. Riley could not read Ben's expression although he had a clam domineer. Ben peered around the building, but there was no sign of Ian. Suddenly a door opened at the opposite side of the warehouse and Ian along with two henchmen appeared. Abigail was between the two henchmen and was trying to brake free.

"Ben!" cried Abigail, joy and fear rang in her cry. Ben walked over quickly, with Riley following a little way behind. When Ben was ten feet away, Ian pulled out a gun.

"Stop right there, Ben," he ordered smoothly. Ben stopped and glared at Ian, but his gaze kept flicking to Abigail. "It's good to see you again, Ben. It's been along time." Ian donned a fake smile.

"Ian, let her go, I have what you want." Ben pulled a folder out of his jacket. Ian nodded to his two henchmen and they let Abigail go with a rough shove. She walked quickly over to Ben.

Relief was written all over his face. He and Abigail shared a quick kiss.

"Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," she replied softly.

"Ben," said Ian in and irritated tone. Ben glanced at him and walked over slowly. He handed Ian the folder. Ian holstered his gun and opened the folder reading the riddle over swiftly and glanced at the map.

"So what does it mean?" asked Ian.

"We don't know, all we know is that it is the treasure of Charlemagne and that it will have something to do with Europe," replied Ben. "Other than that you're on your own." Ben turned to leave.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Ian nodded to his two henchmen and they each grabbed hold of Ben.

"Ben!" Riley and Abigail shouted in unison.

"Run!" cried Ben. He brought his elbow back into one of his captor's stomachs. The henchman released his hold on Ben and doubled over. Ben tried to wrench himself away from the other henchman, but he pulled out a gun and held it against Ben's head. Abigail ran at Ian with Riley only a step behind. Abigail was intent on aiding Ben. Ian pulled out his gun and fired at Abigail.

"Look out!" Riley grabbed her around the waist and pulled her backwards. The bullet missed by a fraction of an inch.

Sam looked at his watch. They had been in there for fifteen minutes.

"I'm going in," announced Sam as he opened his car door.

"I thought you were never going to say that," said Grace as she opened her door and followed Sam across the street.

Ian walked over to Riley and Abigail who were now on their feet. Suddenly Sam and Grace entered at the other end of the factory.

"Well, who do we have here?" asked Ian as he stared at Sam and Grace. "You must be Samuel and Grace, how nice to meet you." Ian still had his gun out. Abigail kicked out at the gun in desperation, it flew out of Ian's hand and skidded across the floor.

"Run!" Ben shouted again and this time they obeyed. Sam and Grace ran out the door with Riley and Abigail right behind them. Ian grabbed a cell phone from his pocket and quickly dialed a number.

"They have escaped. Make sure they don't escape you!" Ian hung up, and turned to Ben.

"Don't worry you will see them again soon."