Chapter 18
Danny awoke on a cold, hard floor, bruised and with a splitting headache to boot. He sat up, and hit his head immediately on a steel bar.
"Ah fuck!" he yelled.
"Heh heh, look at this!" he heard behind him. "Daniel Messer, I was wonderin' where you'd got to."
"Who the hell are you?" Danny snarled, "What the hell do you want?"
"You'll be sorry you ever took her from me, you bastard!"
"Mom, where's Dad?" I ask Mom as we get dressed for the trip to the airport.
"I don't know, Maddie, he should have been back by now," Mom says as she pulls on a different shirt. Suddenly I see her jerk a little. "You know what, I'm gonna call Stella. She's gonna sit with you, I have to find Mac."
She calls Stella, and a few minutes later Stella is driving Mom and me to the lab. I have to stay in the break room while Mom goes to find Mac. I think something's wrong with Dad, but I don't know what.
"Hey Maddie," Stella takes my hand as Mom closes Mac's office door. It doesn't do much good, it's glass, I can see everything. "Guess you didn't get breakfast this morning, huh?"
I shake my head.
"Okay," Stella pulls me into her office and gets a granola bar out of her desk drawer for me.
"It's not much, but it will get you through till lunchtime." Stella says.
Mom rushes out of Mac's office, with Mac following and another guy I recognize from a picture Mom has in her wallet. I think his name is Don Flack, he sure looks like him.
"Mom, what's going on?" I ask as she rushes by.
"Your dad's in trouble, princess." Don says to me.
"You'll be sorry…"
"Who the hell are you?" Danny picked himself up off the floor and felt for his holster. Still firmly attached to his hip.
"I'm the person you stole Maddie from!" there were tears running down this man's face.
"I didn't steal Maddie from you…" Danny tried to bring this lunatic back to reality. "I don't even know who you are."
Lindsay busted down the door of Danny's apartment. Surely there would be some evidence there to point them to where he'd been taken.
Once the door was down she saw what was happening.
"Stephen, what the fuck are you doing?"
