Frank didn't like what was going on. He didn't understand anything at all. All he knew was that he was in complete darkness. The Gray Man had told him to expect to be moved, but he didn't think he was in the Gray Man's hands. He had no clue what was going on. He knew his parents suspected Dr. Bates, but he didn't think they suspected Sam and they certainly didn't suspect Chief Collig.
Every single bone in his body ached, a testimony that Frank had been transported roughly. He knew he had. He remembered being grabbed, and then shoved onto something. It hurt.
He hadn't seen Joe, so he didn't know if he was held captive by those who his father thought to be his friends or he was safely in the care of the Gray Man.
A burst of angry swearing jolted him, and he glanced up, trying to see into the murky darkness. "Shut up, you stupid kid! Can't you do anything right? Stop it!"
Then he heard his brother's cry and hiss of pain and knew exactly where he was.
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Fenton was extremely angry at Sam. "You had them right in your sight!" He yelled. "You probably even knew who they were! Yet, you let them take Frank! How could you just let them walk off with my son?"
Sam stood where he was, stock-still. He never thought that Fenton would pinpoint him as one of the masterminds behind the caper, and yet, here he was, yelling at him, screaming at him and swearing at him. "Fenton, they had a gun to my head," he shouted. "What did you want me to do?"
"I would have risked my life for my son, and I would have expected you to do the same! He's a just a kid, Sam, barely a teenager, his hands are broken and he can't even scream for help. How do you expect anyone to defend themselves in that condition?"
"Is this man –," the middle-aged man glanced at his card, "Sam Radley?"
"Yes I am, not that it's any business of yours," Sam retorted, still furious at Fenton and nervous, thinking he was found out. "Okay! Okay!" He yelled, suddenly surprised at the menacing glare he got from Laura. He saw the handcuffs being pulled out of the middle-aged man's pocket. "Okay, I'll tell you everything I know!"
"You were in on it?" Fenton roared. It took all his willpower not to slam Sam into the wall. "You were in on a plan to kidnap my son? You?"
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"Sam was found out." Chief Collig's angry voice came from behind the rafters. "It's only a brief time before he spills everything."
"What about the kids? They'll hear you."
"Frank's asleep, I knocked him out myself with some sleeping pills. Joe can rot in hell for all I care."
"Lovely," Collig remarked. "At any rate, it's only a minute before Sam spills everything. We all know it. He'll spill every little detail just to keep himself out of prison."
"I know, I know, and hopefully Fenton puts him behind bars for life. We should have never let him on our team. He's ruined everything. My job, my career – my wife is going to know the truth to where I was all those nights."
Jack chuckled. "Come on, Collig, she'll still think you were faithful; she won't know anything about Alice."
"Alice is my daughter." Chief Collig spit out the word. "Don't ever mention her again in that way, you pervert."
"I didn't imply that!" Jack retorted.
"Drop it, both of you," Dr. Bates snapped. "We need to come up with a game plan before Fenton finds out about this location. We can't move them to any of the safe houses thanks to Sam."
"I know, we can't move them anywhere we normally use. I'm sure the bastard's ratting out everyone." Chief Collig thought for a second. "I know," he said with a smile. "I wonder how the Hardy boys would feel about sitting in jail for a few days?"