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It was 3am and they were still in the police station. The plan hadn't worked but neither of them wanted to leave the station, not without Seth. The officers understood, had left them alone after telling them that there had been no-one there when they raided.It was the news none of them had wanted.It was back to the drawing board. Sandy's cell interrupted his and his wife's thoughts. He got up, kissed her head and went outside the room.
"Sandy Cohen."
"Cohen what did I tell you about getting the police involved!" Sandy's heart started racing he was so angry at this guy.
"Look you got your money just give us back our son!" Sandy was now outside he didn't want anyone hearing his conversation.
"You want your son back bring your wife to your brothers place at noon today. No police or this time I will kill him rather than move him." The phone went dead. Sandy felt a tear fall down his face he couldn't believe the position he was in. To save his son he would have to sacrifice his wife. That was just wrong and he wasn't prepared to do it but he had to come up with something else quick.
He went back inside. They were ready to film their appeal, the police had wanted to leave it until the morning but Sandy and Kirsten had wanted to get it out the way now. Also doing it now meant it could start going on air as early as six. It was hard to do. Sandy had to do most of the talking since Kirsten could barely stop the tears. They had to show the camera pictures of Seth, they weren't particularly good since they were out of Sandy's wallet and were small and one of them was of when he was only seven but they were better than nothing. Ryan could email Sandy some later and they could add them to the film.
It was 5am by the time they got back to their hotel room both exhausted yet both knowing it was highly unlikely either would sleep. Sandy was trying to get to sleep, well he was lying in bed willing sleep to take over him but Kirsten was sitting up in the chair just staring out the window.
"Kirsten, honey, come to bed. I know you probably won't sleep much but you're going to need to just rest if nothing else."
"I don't want to go to sleep. I'm going to dream about Seth at least if I'm awake I have some control over my thoughts." Sandy swung his legs over the side of the bed got up and went and knelt on the floor next to her.
"Honey, I don't know what to tell you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it's kind of my fault I wish we'd never come to New York. I do know that Seth needs us to be strong right now thoughand we need to rest so that later we can go find him." She caved in and took his hand. He helped her up and into bed. She snuggled up close to him, his arm around her he didn't want to let go. He wasn't going to let anyone touch his wife, ever.
"Sandy it's not your fault. These people are unbelievable but we'll beat them. Then we can go home and never leave again." Sandy laughed lightly at that, he was actually really looking forward to seeing Newport again it was a shock. However, he knew that when they got home nothing would be the same. Not only would they have to get over this ordeal but Sandy would have time to grieve over his brother's death which at the moment he was desperately trying not to think about. He kissed the top of her head and tried to relax.
It had been a long night for Seth too. He wasn't too sure where this new place was but it was a lot colder and damper than the last place. If he had to guess he would say it was a warehouse of some sort but he wasn't positive. There was less going on in here. He could only hear two voices every now and then. He hadn't heard Gary since he had got out of the van.
Two days of darkness had sure made him appreciate his sight. He couldn't wait to see things again. Well he hoped he would see things again. At the moment images of Summer and occasionally his family were filling his mind but he was worried that soon the images would disappear and he would forget. Trying to block the pain out with memories of good times could only last so long.
When Sandy opened his eyes again it was 9 he couldn't believe that he had actually gotten to sleep never mind stay asleep for over three hours. Kirsten was still sleeping so he delicately got up and dressed. To his surprise she was still asleep when he put the TV on but he was glad because she really needed to rest. He couldn't bring himself to watch the news; he didn't want to see their appeal. He wondered how Gary would react to the appeal but he had had no choice. The police had already arranged it before he spoke to Gary in the middle of the night.
Restless Sandy decided to go out and get breakfast for him and Kirsten; the fresh air might help him come with an idea for what he was going to do at noon today. He wrote Kirsten a note and left it on his pillow so she would see it as soon as she woke up. He left the hotel and headed down the road to a small café; once he was inside he ordered and sat looking out the window while he waited. He saw some people coming and going and for once wished he wasn't him. Well really if he was wishing for things he just wanted to have Seth and his brother back alive and well.
Once his order was finished he left, not knowing much more than when he came in but he had decided that he was definitely not going to tell Kirsten about the conversation with Gary. He was going to meet him alone what he was going to do once he got there he had no idea.
"Sandy…. Sandy…Sanford Cohen?" Sandy had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't heard the voice behind him calling his name. He turned around and saw a face that had haunted him in his dreams as a teenageer. "What do you want?"
"So you do recognise me? I wasn't sure."
"Well I must admit I doubted that I would but then again we share the same DNA so I guess it's not shocking that I would recognise my own father. What do want?"
"I saw you and your wife on the news. We need to talk."