Chris met up with Art at a local diner about twenty minutes from his house where the State Troopers were known to hang around. They stood in the parking lot not even bothering to go inside, as Chris wanted to keep the situation low key. "Look Chris I think they have your wife at a cabin located at the state park about five minutes from here."

"How sure are you?"

"Well, a park ranger called in some suspicious activity. It seems that there are a few different cars that are going and coming at all hours of the day and night. And someone complained about almost being run off the road by some muscle bound guy. So after I got your call I placed a call to the park ranger out there and asked a few questions and while he hasn't seen a woman matching your wife's description he thinks something suspicious is going on there."

Chris raked a hand over his face. "Ok so what are we waiting on?"

"Calm down Chris, you know we can't just go out there and kick the door in take these guys out."

"The hell we can't! They have my wife!" Chris snapped.

Art rested a hand on Benoit's shoulder. "We don't know that they have your wife for sure. Look let me get some of the guys that owe me favors together so we can have back up and a judge I know should give us a search warrant."

"How long will that take?"

Art glanced at his watch. "A couple of hour's maybe."

Chris hit the side of his truck with his fist. Rage was building up inside and if he didn't find he wife soon he might end up tearing up the whole county until he did find her. Trying to keep his cool as best he could he turned to his friend of twenty years and pleaded with him. "Art, we've been friends for years, you were there for my wedding, my wife and I were there when Marie had your first child. How would you feel if it was your Marie out there? Please, I'm begging you. I don't need back up, hell you don't even have to go. Just tell me where this cabin is or I'll make these roads a living hell until I find it."

Art considered Chris's words and took them to heart. "Do you at least have someone, maybe one of your wrestling buddies that can go with you?"

Chris gave the big man a hug and pulled out his cell phone. "Thanks Art."

"I'm giving you the directions but if I don't hear from you in an hour I'll be sending the boys in blue."

Chris nodded.

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Fifteen minutes later Dave and Shannon pulled into the parking lot of the diner and hopped into Chris's truck as he filled them in on what was about to go down. The ride was silent as the cabin was located in a remote section of a major forest complete with gravel roads. Chris was mentally kicking himself for not pressing the private investigator harder, for not suggesting that Mr. Harriman put a trace on the account. Looking back there were so many things he could have done differently. He should have called Art sooner, or maybe he should have called the cops in the first place. If only he could turn back the hands of time.

If only.

Shannon and Dave didn't dare utter a word because they had spent enough time around Chris to know when he didn't want to be bothered and this was one of those times. Besides what could they possibly say to help the situation? 'Don't worry Chris I'm sure this will all be over soon. We're going to find them Chris.' Or maybe even something like, 'I'm sure they would never harm her.'

Shannon wasn't so convinced that they wouldn't harm Mel after all he witnessed firsthand what Doug tried to do to Autumn and he couldn't wait to beat the crap out of a Basham, any Basham.

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Melony had rubbed both wrists raw as she struggled against the roped that bound her to the chair. The door opened and Brock walked in smiling cockily. She would give anything to be able to free herself and take him out with a steel chair or dare she say a loaded gun.

He loomed over her, his smile never fading as he removed her gag and laid out some official looking papers. "Aren't you even the least bit curious about these Mel?" He taunted as she averted her eyes refusing to look at him. "Baby, don't be like that. Can't you see I'm doing this for you, for us?"

Still she said nothing aware that his mental state may be in question because he was coming off as totally delusional.

"Isn't this what you always wanted Mel? You and me, the white picket fence and of course, a couple of kids." He reached over and patted her stomach.

Her anger got the best of her and no longer could she keep her mouth shut. "Fuck you Brock! That may have been what I wanted back then but I have all that now and more. Why can't you just let it go? You lost out to a better man."

"Don't be so sure about that." He nodded to the papers on the table in front of him.

"What are those? More papers for us to sign over all of our money?"

Brock threw his head back in an almost sinister laugh. "No my dear Melony, they're your divorce papers!"