A/N: Hey there. . .miss me? Yeah been gone for awile but I'm back again. Loads of shmit I had to deal with.

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Chapter26 up. . .4 more to go!

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"I left Leiter there, sir. He's trying to get close enough to have a look into the party."

Arthur stared over the roof of the white car at the dark windows of the guesthouse. He fixed his gaze on the driver again. "You sure they didn't get by you. . .They didn't leave with anyone?"

The driver shook his head. "No sir. Had a good spot to watch the door of the villa. Everyone was coming and going through that door. We saw the two friends leave, but they left without your daughter and Ash. I think they're still in the house."

"What makes you think that?"

"When I left to drive here, here were still eight cars outside the residence. The band was still there, though the music had stopped. They were still partying sir."

In his entire career, Arthur had never run an operation in his own backyard. He'd never allowed the risk of his own family getting involved.

Not until this summer. This weekend

He had two of his operatives keeping an eye on Spencer for the past couple of days. They had specific orders to be discreet, but to make sure no harm came her way.

"And you still think Spencer and the senator's daughter are still in that beach house in Malmak?"

"Yes sir. They didn't leave by the front door. We would have seen them."

"What about the beach itself?" He could see the gentlemen squirm slightly in the seat of the white car. "Tell me you had sight of the beach."

The driver looked straight ahead. "No sir. We didn't. There was no way to watch the beach without drawing attention."

They could still be in the villa. They could have gone down to the beach for privacy and returned when Mac and Aiden left the party. They could be sitting in a dark corner somewhere. They could be in one of the villa's bedrooms, for al he knew. Still, somethig wasn't right. It was getting late. Very late. Never mind about calling dear old dad. They weren't so thoughtless that they wouldn't let their friends know where they were.

Arthur drummed his fingers on top of the car. He wasn't sure this was the type of thing Spencer had ever done before. He knew Paula wouldn't appreciate it if he called her again tonight asking. H wouldn't do that to her anyway. Long-distance parenting was hell. She'd taken care of so many crisis on her own, understanding how helpless he'd be from afar. It was his turn.

Besides, Aruba was a very safe island. He'd have reason to be a lot more worried if she was late coming home in Cincinnati, or D.C. No, he had to trust her. He had no choice. Not with what he had going on in the morning to worry about her. He had to focus on what he had in front of him. There was too much at stake.

"You want me to check the beach, sir?"

"Yes I do. I want you to find out if they're the house or on the beach. I want you to contact me with any information you have. But I want you to watch the house for only another hour."

"You want us back here, then?"

"No, I need you to go to the Alto Vista Chapel."

"You changed the drop point?"

"They did. We need to get there early and set up before anybody shows up." Arthur put both hands on the driver door. "You and Leiter need to be in position someone in the area. Lorenzo is acting a little funny, and

we need to cover ourselves."

"We'll be ready sir."

"Right," Arthur said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "You have one hour at the beach. Find those kids."

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"They're back," Ash whispered from the window. "The jaguar and another car just pulled up."

"Great," Spencer said tiredly, stretching her neck from side to side. Every part of her body was either numb or aching. While leaning against Ash, she dozed off for a few minutes around dawn. But Ash had been up and working herself toward the window soon after that.

"That weasel Tony brought company this time."

"Who is it?"

"Your friend Lorenzo the Chin is with him. There's also a guy who looks like a clone of the gon who was with Tony."

Spencer remembered him too. A tremor ran through her as Mackenzie's words rushed back. These guys were bad to the bone.

"I'm afraid," she whispered.

Ash turned to her. "Don't be. Were going to need every ounce of our courage. We have to work our way out of this.

Spencer noticed that the brunette wasn't referring to anyone else coming and rescuing them anymore. She wondered of Ash was losing hope too.

Voices echoed through the house. Someone was coming up the stairs. Ash moved away from the window and worked herself close to the blonde before sliding down to the floor. The door opened and Tony walked in, holding something under one arm.

He looked from one to the other, a grin on his face. They were sitting a couple of feet apart. Come on. I only tied your hands and feet. I expected you two lovebirds would have made the most of what might be your last night together.

"Why don't you keep your scum-sucking mouth shut, you pervert!" Ash spat out.

"Nice manners college lesbian girl. Maybe I should shut your mouth."

"Vamos! Tony!" Lorenzo shouted from downstairs. "We cant be late."

Tony tossed what he had under his arm onto Spencer's lap. It looked like a dress. "Wear this. E don't want you looking like you just came from a beauty pageant."

"I'm sure that's going to happen," she answered.

"Just change, blondie."

"And how an I supposed to do that with my wrists taped together?"

"No problem, I'll do it for you." Tony took another step toward her as Lorenzo shouted to him again. He was lucky she was tied up because Ashley was sending him murderous gazes.

When he hesitated, Spencer knew she had to make use of the opportunity. "I need to go to the bathroom. . . bad!"

Tony scowled and took a folding knife out of his pocket. Spencer tried not to wince as he grabbed her roughly by the arms and stood her up. Two quick slashes and her hands were free. But she had no feeling in them.

"Change," he ordered.

"My feet too," she told him, forcing herself to gain courage. "And I have to use the bathroom."

"Use this one," he said motioning to the drainpipe in the floor. It was plugged with a rag.

Have it your way, I'll pee in the dress." she picked it up off the floor.

A string of words she thought were Papiamento and Spanish came from downstairs. Spencer had no doubt they were profanities.

"Vaya con Diablo!" Tony cursed. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

He leaned down and slashed at the tape that bound her left ankle to the cast on her right foot.

Come with me." He pushed her roughly out the door.

When they went downstairs, she saw Lorenzo standing by a window in the front room dialing a number on his cell phone. A feeling of nausea hit her as the Chin looked over at her and leered. He mouthed the words "you're mine" before turning his attention back to the call.

She was relieved Tony steered her through a half finished kitchen, where she saw the two gorillas standing at a corner and eating fast food breakfast sandwiches. It was a lot easier complaining to Tony than would be to Lorenzo. Maybe it was the Chins age, or maybe it was the fact that she knew he'd carve a bloody path to make himself what he was. Whatever, she knew she wouldn't get much compassion from the older man.

As they went down the short hallway, Spencer realized that Tony had left the door open for Ash. Not that the brunette could go anywhere, the blonde thought.

There was a half bathroom next to the kitchen. This one had a toilet installed, but there was no water in it.

"This will have to do," Tony said, pushing her in and closing the door. "Hurry up."

Spencer changed quickly. The dress they'd given her was a plain green uniform-like one a hotel employee would wear. She figured they must have stolen it. But she didn't care. She much preferred to go around in something like this rather than the risqué dress she had worn for the party. She went to the bathroom. Tony said "hurry up."

Spencer's cast crunched on something on the floor. She looked down. It was a thin peace of broken mirror. She picked it up and slid it carefully inside her cast. Coming out of the bathroom, she heard Lorenzo's voice. He was talking to someone on the phone in English. "I'll have the files by non,' he said. "Si, Ill fly out this afternoon. You can have the auction tomorrow. Guaranteed. I have insurance." Pause. "Carlin will do business. He has no choice."

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