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Um, so, it's Friday somewhere, right?
*hides because I'm a fail at
keeping to a schedule when I hate cliffies even when I
know what's going to happen*

So...here we are again. I'm honestly humbled by the reaction to this,
I don't want to sound like a broken record but thank you all
from the bottom of my heart for your amazing, kind words!

I'm not sure if it's a me-issue or a FF-issue, but some reviews
have been coming up on the site and some have just been coming
through to my email, so I can't reply.

LizziePaige - I hope you managed to catch your breath! All of
your other questions will be answered in this chapter or the next, I think.

Biblepam - I love that Scarlett stood up to him, too! I think it needed
to happen, and I think Rosalie needed to see that she could be brave,
when it was needed.

MIRosebud - Thank you! I hope everything came across as I intended
it too. Everything will be revealed as to Marley's origins, I promise.

And to everybody else, those of you who thanked me for updating
or complimented my writing, THANK YOU for taking the time
to both read and review. It means the world to me.

Anyway, enough outta me, I know you're not really interested
in what I've got to say after that cliffie ;)

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Summary: When two little girls were allowed to walk

home from school one bright spring day nobody could've

predicted the events that followed. The way two families

were torn apart by the vendetta of a deranged man.

Nearly twelve years on, we'll watch as the two girls stolen

away from their homes at eight years old fight to take

back their lives. If only it were as simple as escaping. AU

Pinky Promises

Chapter Six

When he reached the study, Emmett had to force down bile and tears as he carefully attempted to manoeuver Scarlett off the floor into his arms, ignoring the prone body of the boss.

He doesn't deserve my time, he decided, shifting Scarlett against his chest and rising slowly to his feet. The first thought to come to mind was that she was far too thin, scarily so, even if she was only a few inches over five feet tall. Emmett's leg injury protested a little, but he shoved it to the back of his mind, concentrating on getting Scarlett out of there and praying if he wasn't dead that the boss at least stayed down long enough for him to get the girls away from the ranch. Not that it looked as though he'd be moving anytime soon.

After shifting Scarlett as much as possible without jostling her too much, he loped through the open front door towards the barn. When he got there, he glanced around, almost smiling when he realized Rosalie had listened.

"Rosalie! It's me, Emmett! You can come down!" He whisper-yelled. A long sigh escaped him when she appeared a few seconds later, climbing down the ladder slowly with Marley wrapped around her back. Laying Scarlett on a hay bale, he helped Rosalie with the last few rungs, asking for the keys with as even a tone as he could manage. It was difficult for him to keep calm, rising panic and concern for the girls forcing him to try not to talk. He was increasingly afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd let loose the anger bubbling within him. None of the girls needed to see that.

Rosalie watched him with wide, wet eyes as he grabbed the bags and jogged outside. His gait faltered, pain lancing up his leg, but he pushed on without pause, not noticing Rosalie's worried look at his back as he went. When he reappeared a minute or two later she was murmuring reassurances to Marley, her little body glued to Rosalie's chest. His lips twitched upwards into a tiny smile when he laid eyes on the bunny she was white-knuckling. He'd brought it back with him from a supply run shortly after her arrival at the ranch, and she'd never let it go since.

"You need to get going."

Rosalie's thoughts mirrored the pain on his face. 'You guys'…not 'we'.

"You're not coming?" She whispered, already knowing the answer. It was in his eyes, on his face he wasn't going with her. And yet, if the boss did wake up, and Rosalie wasn't at all sure he would, Emmett would be the one in trouble. Rosalie couldn't leave him behind knowing that.

Emmett tried and failed to hide his sadness. "I need to stay. Believe me, I wish I could come, but I'm more use to you if I stay and deal with this…" he paused, coughing to clear his throat. "I need you to go and never look back. I need you to promise me you won't come back for me, either. Keep driving, don't worry about me. I'll be ok." He kept talking, but Rosalie tuned him out. She couldn't concentrate past the image of the boss waking up and hurting Emmett. She knew he would, too.

Go…never look back…don't worry about me…promise you won't come back for me…

Shaking her head, she insisted, "we can't leave you behind. You can't stay here. I won't let you get in trouble for this."

Standing just feet apart, the pair stared at each other, angry, hurt tears pouring down Rosalie's cheeks while Emmett battled his.

She couldn't help but admit he made her feel safe, even if that in itself did unnerve her slightly.

Holding out a large hand, Emmett stilled halfway towards her face as though asking permission. Nodding after a brief moment of hesitation, Rosalie allowed him to wipe the moisture from her face with the end of his sleeve. It smelled like hay, horse feed, and wood, but felt perfectly soft on her tender, puffy skin. Distracted by the sensation, she didn't notice his other hand moving until it was encasing one of hers. She tensed, trembling all over at the unexpected contact. Gently tugging it back, Rosalie was relieved when he didn't say anything about her rejection.

Emmett forced his tone to be as light as possible. "I'm a big boy, I can look after myself. I won't be stuck here forever, I'll follow you as soon as I can but for now, I need you out of here so I can sort this out, ok?"

Rosalie met his gaze, too-close but not close enough, and realized it was a fight she wasn't going to win without time on her side. And she didn't have time. Caving, she sighed and nodded.

Emmett harnessed every muscle in his body and tried to hide his misery. "Good."

It took an immense amount of willpower, but somehow he managed to pull away from her, scooping Scarlett up gently before carrying her out of the barn towards the idling truck with Rosalie and Marley right behind them.

~ oOo ~

Inside, Garrett slowly regained consciousness.

He groaned as his eyes peeled open, just the weak light in the room sending his pounding head spinning. Without moving from his position on the floor he slowly blinked his eyes into a blurry half-focus, only able to make out the bottom of the brown leather sofa from this angle. The patterned rug swam in front of his gaze, sending nausea swirling through his gut. Snippets of memories flitted through his mind, rekindling his ire.

Scarlett. Rosalie.

Shakily, he lifted a hand towards his head, pressing a fingertip against the warm, wet spot that the sharp stabbing sensations radiated from. When he put them back in his line of vision he choked on air. Dark crimson blood coated his skin. A single drop fell to the floor.

Fighting against sickness and excruciating pain, he managed to get himself onto all-fours, then his knees, then up to two feet. Even that small movement made his whole body wobble from side-to-side, precarious.

"Ahhh…" he groaned, hanging onto the edge of the sofa in an effort to keep upright. Every second was a struggle, especially with his returning anger tightening his spine. Somehow he found the strength to turn, heading in the direction of the door. It was only when he reached the threshold that he concluded it was probably too late. A quick glance back into the room revealed the absence of both girls, the house around him oddly silent beneath the roar in his ears. Despite his unsound mind, Garrett had the sense to know it was over, he was done, so he rigidly took a box of matches from a cabinet drawer before setting fire to all the wooden furniture nearby. If he could, he'd have moved into the room to empty the underfloor safe. As it was, he struggled to stand, so it wasn't a remote possibility.

Hot, dancing flames licked up the walls. They engulfed everything within reach. Large wooden cases filled with aged, worn books went up in seconds, the dry conditions aiding the task. As the last of the bookcases started to burn, Garrett hobbled down the hall, bouncing from wall to wall with a grimace on his face and blood staining the shoulder of his blue and white gingham dress shirt a reddish-purple.

By the time he reached the front door Rosalie, Scarlett, Marley, and Emmett were at the truck. The aged man staggered onto the grass outside the ranch house, his mind whirring, cold heart thudding, head plagued by a dull ache that rapidly depleted his energy. All-too-aware of the inevitable explosion on its way – the spare oil canisters were kept in the room next door to his study – Garrett stumbled as far from the house as he could.

Rosalie spotted him just a second before the building exploded.

The enormous orange-red fireball that shot up into the sky sent out waves of heat that almost burned, Rosalie's shrill scream like flames in her throat as she clutched Marley tighter and turned away from the flames.

Garrett's eyes burned, a result of the acrid smoke, his back hot facing the inferno swallowing his house as he tripped away into exile.

The girls hated the ranch, always had, but it was all they'd known for more than half their lives. Seeing the evidence of its demise, it was more than Rosalie could deal with. She wished for Scarlett's ability to go numb.

Emmett shifted his form protectively in front of her. "You need to get Scarlett out of here. Now."

After a short stand-off Rosalie knew she was beaten. Emmett wasn't coming with them. For whatever reason he was determined to stay.

"One day I'll follow you, but it's your turn now," he pleaded in the softest tone he could manage, torn between wanting to run with them, and wanting to make sure they could never be hurt again.

Rosalie nodded in answer to the promise he asked her to give – to not look back. "We'll see you again though, won't we?"

At the sight of even a sliver of the grin she'd grown to adore she couldn't help but try to push everything else around her to the back of her mind.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me, for sure, Missy. I promise."

Rosalie's heart pounded like never before as she held out a trembling hand, extending her pinky finger. It was a ritual her mother and Scarlett's had started with them as young girls, and a tradition they'd shared with Emmett a week or so ago. It seemed fitting to use it now.

Emmett smiled shakily, twining his pinky with hers, whispering, "I pinky promise."

Checking on Scarlett one last time, making sure she was comfortable on the backseat of the truck, and Marley, who was belted in on the front bench beside Rosalie, Emmett delivered a solid thump to the roof with his open palm. Forcing a small smile onto his face, he held his tears back and tossed the bags into the bed of the truck, closing the door after Rosalie. Even with the added worry she'd never driven before he couldn't help but hope they'd get far away before they needed to stop. The track on the way out of the property would give her time to get her footing, and he pointed out the controls quickly too, but after that she was on her own.

Before Rosalie could say or do anything to make him leave with them he took a big, painful step backwards on his bad leg, gray-blue eyes following the rust-bucket truck as she threw it forward and hightailed it away from the fast-burning house of torment.

In the rear-view mirror Rosalie watched Emmett, blurred by her heartbroken tears, standing on the track exactly where she left him. The morning sun had appeared by then, hovering over the horizon, bathing the entire ranch in burnt oranges and fiery reds to match the fire tearing its way through all evidence of Scarlett and Rosalie's torture at the hand of their evil abductor. As Emmett became a speck in the distance Rosalie found herself clinging to his promise that they'd see each other again, praying to a God she was desperate to believe in that he'd be ok.

He had to be. There wasn't another outcome she was willing to accept.

And besides, isn't it common knowledge you can't break a pinky promise once you've made it?

~ oOo ~

Pale eyelids fluttered delicately, strawberry-blonde lashes fanned across pale ashen cheeks. A soft groan spilled from lips parted just a fraction. Rosalie's eyes flew away from the road for a second at the sound. As soon as she realized what was happening, she pulled clumsily to one side of the road, sending a cloud of dust and dirt up into the humid air before jamming the truck to a standstill.

"Marley moo, I think Scarlett's waking up. Come look."

Marley scrambled over, the first time she'd dragged herself away from the window since they rumbled away from the flaming ranch. The hope on her face made Rosalie choke up. "Scarlett? Scarlett?"

Bloodshot azure eyes flickered open once, twice, three times. Then they opened up fully, blinking away the grogginess of sleep. The smell of oil, leather, and something inherently manly filtered through her nose and stung her sore throat.

The fear that Scarlett wouldn't wake up had been plaguing Rosalie for the past hour as she taught herself to drive down mostly-deserted roads, so to see those familiar eyes was a huge relief. "Are you ok?"

Scarlett exhaled shakily, eyes pinched but fixed to the expanse of clear blue sky through the bug-splattered windshield. Her mind lost in a fog of mismatched thoughts or memories, she wasn't sure. Furrowing her brow slightly, she cocked her head at Rosalie. It was a gesture Marley made many times each day, and brought a teary grin to Rosalie's face.

"We're somewhere near Helena, I think…there was a sign back there, anyway." Baby-blues filling rapidly with tears met Scarlett's gaze. "We're free, Barley. We've been driving for over an hour. Its over."

The words flew around the cab, bouncing their meaning into the girls' heads while they tried to get used to their new state of being.

Free.

For the first time in over a decade they had nowhere to be except away, nothing to do except go. When the truck started to show it was empty Rosalie knew there was extra fuel stored in the bed for long supply runs, so they didn't need to worry about that. And they'd managed to steal some food from the kitchen – tinned meat, fruit, and beans – so they had food, too.

Scarlett made to talk, trying to push herself upright. It was then she spotted Marley, leaning over the back of the seats with wide, nervous eyes. As soon as she opened her arms the little girl scrambled into the back with her, burrowing into the older girl's body as tears leaked over their cheeks. "It's ok, babygirl, it's ok," Scarlett rasped, smothering Marley's hair with kisses tinged with both desperation and relief.

Marley pulled back, cradling Scarlett's cheek with one tiny hand. She may not have spoken, but her face said more than she'd ever know how to verbalize.

"I'm ok, Marley."

Scarlett shivered at the featherlight touch Marley used to highlight how not ok she was, brushing her fingertips over the darkening handprints around her slender neck.

"Marley moo, scoot back a second please, I'll help Scarlett up."

Marley was hesitant, but she eyed Rosalie as she leant over the seats to help Scarlett sit up and get comfortable on the worn leather seats. Tears poured freely as the pair stared together out of the windshield.

"Ca—" Scarlett's throat closed up, making her breaths scrape through her throat as she coughed. Rosalie hurried to grab the half-empty bottle of warm water from the foot-well.

"Here, drink thi. It's gross but it'll help your throat."

Nodding her thanks, Scarlett accepted the lukewarm drink. After guzzling a few mouthfuls she exhaled tiredly, her mouth soothed at least enough for her to talk a little. There were so many things she wanted to ask, so many things she needed to know, but the pain in her throat was acute.

"There's a map on the seat next to you. Shall we pick somewhere small to stay for a bit 'til we know what we're doing?"

A few minutes later they'd chosen Lewistown, which was roughly north-west from where they estimated they were sitting. According to the map it was a relatively small city, so it should have somewhere for them to remain inconspicuous while they gathered supplies with their limited funds, which was all they were looking for. Scarlett settled herself sideways on the bench with Marley in her lap, facing Rosalie as she punched the sticky accelerator until the rust-bucket lurched forwards. During the last hour or so she'd managed to get the hang of making the aged vehicle move, but it was still difficult and somewhat intimidating. She apologized to Scarlett for the jumpy start before switching on the radio to fill the silence.

Tim McGraw's My Next Thirty Years began to play. Within minutes, the girls were sharing tremulous smiles at the lyrics.

~ oOo ~

The sun shone high over Montana as the girls drove cross-country. They briefly stopped a couple of times to stretch their legs and eat some of the tinned food they'd managed to sneak away. With fruit salad lining their stomachs they headed off again, typically country music playing through the single working speaker.

Marley, having never been off the ranch, was a bundle of nervous anticipation. She'd never been in a car, let alone an aged, rickety truck, but she was enjoying being able to watch this whole new world pass by the window, and she alternated between staring out and pointing to things until Scarlett or Rosalie appeased her by looking. For both older girls, it was magical to see Marley's excitement. To see the world through a child's eyes was always a great experience, but to see it through the eyes of a child who'd never had the chance to be free? Never had a chance to see the world beyond the only house she'd ever known?

It was truly enchanting.

By eleven a.m., the girls were parked up beneath a large tree, sitting back in the grass against the trunk with the map spread across their laps. Well, Scarlett and Rosalie's laps. Marley was far too busy exploring the long grass between the tree and the truck – the area she'd been told to stick to. Picking a random route that avoided all kinds of civilisation was their goal because they didn't want to chance passing anybody who might recognize the truck. For all they knew he could've been calling his cronies as soon as he walked away from the burning house, putting out the word that they'd run off. It wasn't a chance they felt comfortable taking.

Wind ruffled Scarlett's hair as she soaked up the sun and let the warmth of their newly gained freedom relax her, the sunlight reflecting from the small square of bandage Rosalie managed to tape to her head to protect the gash there. It throbbed dully, but there wasn't too much blood so Scarlett wasn't too worried. She hadn't even realized it was there until Rosalie had pointed it out, and said she needed to dress it. They surmised it had happened when she fell to the floor, perhaps hitting it on the end table or the floor.

While Scarlett rested, Rosalie topped up the gas tank and took the opportunity to change clothes, tossing her jeans and cardigan into the truck after changing into a pair of acid wash denim shorts. It was surprisingly warm for an April morning, and soon Marley wanted out of her hoodie too, though she immediately resumed her exploration dressed only in a pair of rolled-up tracksuit bottoms and a gray t-shirt. They took advantage of the rays and moved away from the shade of the tree, stretching out in the sun with Scarlett's yoga pants rolled up to her knees, their faces tipped back to the sun while Marley marveled over her new world, they'd have looked like two ordinary young women with their sister or daughter, simply enjoying the weather.

As much as they were enjoying themselves though, there was still the lingering, nagging voices in the back of their heads, muttering that he would find them, that they'd never really be free even if they felt like it at that moment in time. When a lone dear wandered close enough for its hoof to audibly snap a twig Scarlett gasped in fright, scrambling to her feet only to sink back to her knees when it made her dizzy. In the split seconds to follow it became painfully obvious that although they were physically further away from him, he wasn't far from their thoughts. It was a slap in the face for them both, one which ruined the tranquility and forced them back into the truck to resume their roundabout journey towards Lewistown.

Almost an hour passed before Scarlett pulled her head from the clouds long enough to switch on the radio to quell the deathly silence within the cab.

~ oOo ~

"I'm just gonna jump in the shower. Will you be ok?"

Scarlett nodded, waving her hand at Rosalie.

"All right. Well, I'll only be a few minutes."

Ducking quickly into the tiny, falling-apart bathroom attached to their ramshackle motel room, Rosalie dived into the shower stall, leaving the door cracked open just in case. As the warm water tumbled over her head and down her body she sent up some heartfelt thanks for lazy motel receptionists. The tie-dye sporting, chewing-gum-popping teenager on the desk had barely spared her a glance when she stumbled over words to request a room. It set them back thirty-five dollars for two nights, so they'd decided to move on tomorrow after visiting a gas station, hoping for lower prices somewhere else. They only had a hundred and eleven dollars to last them.

Thankfully, they still had enough tinned food to keep them going for a while, but nothing more than the bottle from the truck to refill from the single working tap to drink, and not enough gas to last them more than fifteen miles. The cans in the bed of the truck turned out to be either half-empty or completely empty, much to the girls' disappointment.

Maybe not even that long, Rosalie mused as she rinsed her hair, because they had to keep on the move and they weren't sure exactly how far the nearest city was. After all, their original journey to the ranch was a complete blank.

Chloroform and trauma will do that to two recently kidnapped eight year old's.

While Rosalie showered, Scarlett curled herself into a ball on the small double bed in the corner as tears soaked her already-stained cheeks. Her body, too slim even for her petite frame, was exhausted by the day's events and all that had come before. Her head throbbed in time with her erratic heartbeat, nausea churning her gut. With emotions and thoughts finally settling, her mind was shutting down, shock hitting her like a wrecking ball. After twelve years of imprisonment it was impossible for Scarlett to comprehend that she, Rosalie, and Marley didn't have to go back.

The idea that he could hunt them down, which he promised whoever was on the phone the night before, made being pleased a moot point. He would come for them, there was no doubt. And he'd be pissed.

Rosalie had filled her in on everything that had happened after she'd fallen unconscious, so she was under no illusions there either.

They owed their lives to Emmett.

If he hadn't given them the truck they hadn't even known existed, the only remaining way off the ranch, if he hadn't carried her outside before he woke up and torched the house, they both might have been dead. Marley might have been dead.

Scarlett would've been ash on the floor of the study within which she'd taken countless beatings.

Nothing could eclipse the fact that neither of them knew what they were meant to do now. They hoped desperately that their families hadn't forgotten them, but the possibility they'd given up bit at their ankles. When they were first taken Scarlett had been so focused on keeping her frail, hours-younger pseudo-sister upbeat that she hadn't had time to consider the chance their families wouldn't find them. Only once more time had begun to pass, when birthdays, Christmases, and the anniversaries of their abduction flew by, they started to worry. They began to lose hope, lose faith in their families and the authorities. It took a few years for them to realize, to accept, that in all likelihood it would be up to them to free themselves.

Adding to Scarlett's worry then was a threat she'd heard plenty of times.

If you so much as try to escape I'll shoot your families and make you look at the proof.

All the times he went away for weeks on end, leaving them on the ranch with the men, she had a little voice in the back of her mind reminding her of his cruel, vile sneer as he promised to make their loved ones pay if he returned to find them gone, reminding her of the pictures he'd once shown her that only someone who'd been inside their homes could possibly have taken. It had kept them from running until now, but knowing he'd stumbled away, alive, still very much a threat to their families, would they ever be able to go home?

Scarlett's head throbbed. At the same time, her gut twisted viciously. She spun as quickly as she could to empty her stomach into the bucket Rosalie placed beside her bed earlier. There was nothing in her body to come up since she'd been sick shortly after their arrival at the motel, so the bile burned her already painful throat, his phantom icy fist making each choked breath agony.

Soft, warm hands on her head made Scarlett peer upwards. Marley smiled weakly, kissing Scarlett's sweat-dampened forehead. She was concerned, it was there in the knot between her brow and the tilt to her head. Images began to surge through Scarlett's mind, images that made her heart lurch.

Marley couldn't be harmed. Scarlett would never forgive herself if her proximity to the sweet little girl put her in danger. And he had never paid any attention to Marley, only referring to her maybe ten times in her entire laugh. So if she weren't with Scarlett, it was plausible to expect that she'd be far safer than if she were clinging to her body as she was wont to do. Realizing this caused a tidal wave of heavy sadness to drown Scarlett. There was only one thing she could do, and she hated even the thought of it. She couldn't stand the idea of not being able to wrap Marley up safe in her arms, to be able to soothe her with her hands in the girl's long chocolate tresses, or to comfort her with the song she sang whenever Marley woke from a nightmare and wanted to be reassured.

But it meant saving her life, so it had to be done.

Not now though, Scarlett thought, clutching Marley close to her body and burying her face in her hair. Not right now. I need her.

"Scarlett!" Only when Rosalie rushed into the room and darted right to her did Scarlett realize how fast she was breathing. She cradled Scarlett's shoulders, stroking her tangled blonde curls soothingly when she had to hover over the bucket once more, hot tears scalding rosy cheeks. "Are you ok?"

Scarlett's nod was weak, but she slid off the bed with Marley watching after her, eyes wide but wary, and padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth and rummage through the duffel bags.

A handful of minutes later, Rosalie opened her arms to Scarlett on the bed. She'd redressed, now sporting a pair of yoga pants, a green scoop-neck vest, and a matching shade of zip-through hoodie. The pair curled into each other, Marley cocooned between them with Mister Eddie, pulling the covers up over their heads until they were wrapped tight together like a caterpillar in a chrysalis.

"Are you cold?"

Scarlett shook her head in a 'no', then Marley copied.

"Ok," Rosalie sighed. "You can relax now. It's all right."

~ oOo ~

Time passed slowly. The sun eventually set, the two older girls only moving to drink some water and encourage Marley to use the bathroom and eat some food before they all returned to the creaky bed. The door had been barricaded shut by a water-damaged cabinet, the only contents a torn bible and an empty water bottle with no label. The rusted key to the room sat atop it, the dim light-bulb dangling from the ceiling casting it in an orangey glow.

It was well into the night when Scarlett finally stopped battling the thoughts in her head, and gently shook Rosalie's shoulder until her eyes popped open.

"We need to go to the hospital," she whispered.

Rosalie's eyes widened, her expression frantic. "Are you ok? Is it your head? Do you want me to—"

"Sh! It's not my head, I'm fine. I feel ok now." Scarlett sucked in a deep breath, hating the words that were about to pass her lips even though she knew they needed to be said, knew what she was about to insist upon needed to happen. It was the only way.

"Scarlett, you're scaring me."

"I'm sorry, sorry. We need to go to the hospital with Marley…and leave her there."

~ oOo ~

Eastbourne, England – April 21st 2016 3:24a.m.

A pair of wide, blue-green eyes locked onto the ringing handset for a full minute before it rang off. The subsequent huffed breath was loud in the silent room. Street lights shone weakly through the net curtains, the deep purple drapes matching the bedspread opened wide to the starry night, the moon eerily bright in the dark sky.

The muted buzz of the simple black flip-phone on the bedside cabinet started up again, 'Private Caller' flashing in bright white letters on the small screen. This time, a shaky, weathered hand reached for it. Suntanned, aged fingers wrapped around the phone before flipping up the screen, pressing the button glowing green, and raising it with a hesitant pause to an ear covered by graying strawberry-blond curls.

"Swan," he grunted softly, gruff but very much alert.

There was a pregnant pause before the words Charlie Swan had been longing to hear for over twelve years came through the speaker with unmistakable excitement, a bit crackly through the line but clear as a bell in his mind.

"Charlie Swan? I'm Riley Lawrence with the FBI, International Crimes Devision, and I believe we've located your daughter, Sir."

I know, I know, up top I said I hate cliffies and then I went and gave you another one. Sorry!

Next update should be Monday - but may be earlier again depending on how quickly I get it turned around :)