Oh man, I love something that happens in this chapter. You guys are in for a real treat! At least, I hope you find it a treat. And that it was worth the wait. Although the wait was only a day really. I mean, that's not that bad compared to people who update like once a week or something like that, right?

This is what the butterflies had been waiting for.

"Pamela," Mr.Manson said fanning his wife as he held her on his lap, "come on, honey." Jack and Maddie gathered around to help too. Jack took off his suit jacket and made a pillow for her head while Maddie rubbed her hand.

But Sam wasn't even aware of the flurry of activity going on in the cell several feet away from her. All she saw in her mind's eye was Walker holding the shock collar that time they went to his jail to rescue Wulf and their classmates. The churning of her stomach no longer reminded her of gentle, fluttering butterflies; it was more like an angry humming bird. Her fear suddenly gave way to pure rage. How dare this ghost tie up her boyfriend and subject her parents to this bogus interrogation!

"You have a file on me?/!" she screamed, "What did I ever do wrong? You're the one torturing innocent ghosts like Wulf and Danny for your own enjoyment! How dare you try to accuse me of anything of that nature?" She felt like she could say more, but hesitated and instead sat back in her chair fuming.

Walker gave her a bored look. "Are you done?"

Sam didn't give him the pleasure of seeing her pale face all distorted with anger and, no matter how much she willed it away, fear. She looked away and nodded. Danny tried to catch her gaze, but she pretended like she didn't notice. Her scream-fest had come out sounding too scared and whiny, rather than threatening, and seeing Danny's it'll-be-okay face would only add to the embarrassment.

"Miss Manson was first encountered when the prisoner brought-"

"Oh, come on!" Danny interrupted, coming up with something to complain about just as he opened his mouth. He could see where this was going and he did not like it. Sam's parents wouldn't care that Sam had been totally on-board with the plan for tricking Walker. They would just hear what they wanted to hear: that Danny was dangerous and often put their little girl in danger on purpose. "Your only reason for bringing us here can't possibly be to embarrass and incriminate us in front of our parents with your over-exaggerated records of our so-called crimes!"

"You think this is about embarrassing you or getting you in trouble?" Walker yelled into Danny's face.

"No, I don't, which is why I'm pointing that out. I want to know what your real reason for bringing us here is!"

"Cuz if I wanted to get you grounded," Walker continued as if Danny hadn't even spoken, "then all I'd have to do was mention the secret midnight meetings you and your little crime wench are always having!"

Sam's mouth dropped open and she quickly turned to see that her mother had, unfortunately, recovered from her little black out and was now blankly staring out of the cell bars with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. The other parents seemed frozen as well.

Sam turned to see Danny's reaction. He was still face to face with Walker who was smiling smugly, quite pleased with himself. Danny looked mad, really mad, the kind of mad that Sam only saw come out in him when he was about to do something rash, like fly at Vlad with both hands outstretched as if was going to shred him with his bare hands. Suddenly, it changed. Danny smiled over Walker's shoulder and said in a sugary-sweet voice, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Walker turned around to see . . . nobody behind him. That was odd. Who was the ghost boy talking to? Walker snapped his head around to demand Danny tell him what was going on when WHAM! His face connected with Danny's dress shoe knocking him back on to his butt. It all happened so fast that Walker actually sat on the ground for a second dumbfounded.

Danny's foot still hung in the air. "Don't ever talk about her like that again," he warned sternly. He then casually placed his leg on his knee and Sam saw a quick, pleased smile flash across his face. "Was he insane?" she thought to herself. Walker had them restrained and could easily do anything he wanted to either of them as payback. She watched in fear as Walker got back on his feet and picked up the file folder from where it had fallen out of his hands when Danny kicked him.

Walker opened his mouth but was interrupted by the crackling of a walkie-talkie on his belt.

"Sir?" a voice said through the static.

Walker unclipped the walkie-talkie and talked back into it. "Yes?" he answered. Sam thought he looked pretty relieved at the interruption. Maybe he hadn't known how to react to Danny's blatant disrespect.

"We've got target number two and we're just outside the warehouse," the walkie-talkie voice said.

"Excellent, bring him in," Walker said with a smile. Or maybe what he had planned for them was a lot worse than anything he could do or say right now.

Sorry for the short chapter. I don't know if I'll have time to write anymore for a few days. Again, sorry, but that's just how it is with me and free time! Now you see it, now you don't!