I'm trying to write this chapter the day after I posted the last. I will make a conscious effort to keep up with my postings. I did kind of struggle with this one.
And to db, I have a hard time writing Sylvester. I don't know why. He's one character I have a hard time portraying because I don't want to get it wrong.
"Walter, who was that? Do you know who left you that message?" Paige looked at him with fearful eyes. "What does this mean for us, for Ralph?"
"He's a person from my past. A person that I'm not proud of dealing with." Walter lowered his eyes and wrung his hands. Paige's eyes went wide with worry and Walter could see that she was panicking. "Why don't you get some food and I will work on this mess," Walter suggested. He took the steps two at a time back down to Happy and Toby.
"Not good Walt, Not good. No answer on Cabe's phone, on the agent's phones, anything. I'm pinging Cabe's right now," Happy explained. She furiously typed away on her laptop. "No answer Walter, it must be off."
"Toby, help Happy. Hack into any cameras around the safe house. Check files on a guy named Ciaran Dubhlainn O'Rioirdan. I can write it down if I need to. Make sure the garage stays locked. Keep watch on the camera outside the door, and keep Paige-"
"Keep Paige what? I am coming with you to find my son. I will not lay down while someone tries to get him! I don't care how dangerous it is," She shouted. Walter opened hi s mouth to object but Toby intervened.
"Look out, momma bear is on the prowl. Walter, I'd let her go with you. All that adrenaline and endorphins, she'll be able to hold her own." Toby pushed a couple of buttons on his phone. "I'm gonna call Sly and give him an update."
"Hey Toby!" Sly answered nervously. Toby could tell by the tone in his voice that something was wrong.
"Sly, I need you to listen to me. Ralph and Cabe-"
"I know Toby, they are with me and Megan. "
"Where are you?" Toby's eyes darted to Walter but he kept his composure.
"I'm not sure.."Sylvester's voice started to falter. Toby thought he heard crying in the background. "We're all together though. There was a man who said he was a friend of Walter's. I think Megan recognized him-"
"I did." Toby heard her yelling in the background. "Tell Walter it's the duine dona!" Walter's face paled and he went to grab the phone from Toby.
"We've got to go now Walt, he's telling us we've got to go," Sly stammered. "Everyone is okay for now, Bye, guys." The line went dead as everyone in the garage turned to Walter. Walter's head was down and his hands were shaking.
"Walt? Walter what's the duine dona?" Happy demanded. "Walt, answer me!" She screamed.
"Happy, why don't you help Toby track down that person that Walter mentioned. Walter, a word?" Paige uttered softly. He looked up at her with worried eyes but nodded. He followed her to the kitchen as Toby and Happy started tracing. "Drew's on the move," Toby called after them.
"Walter, who has my son? Who is this duine dona? What is he?" Paige asked, firmly but calmly. Walter didn't answer, he just stared at the floor, face still pale. "Walter, I don't want to yell at you , but you need to tell us who this is. My son, your sister and two of our friends are in danger." He turned to Paige with sad eyes, his hands shaking a little. "Walter!" She said exasperatedly, "Please answer me."
"He's someone from my past. Someone that is out for me, and he will stop at nothing." Walter said quietly. "Nothing. No one is safe, Paige. We have to find Ralph." He said through gritted teeth. "And now he has Megan and Ralph." Walter smashed a coffee mug. Paige flinched, but moved to pick up the broken pieces.
"Walter, I think you should come take a look at this." Toby called from the other room. "This is not good."
"What? What did you guys find?" Paige quickly asked.
" Ciaran Dubhlainn O'Rioirdan, also known as the Duine Dona, has been under the radar for the last year. He's wanted on numerous counts of murder, fraud, aggravated assault and money laundering. He's been under the radar for the last couple years, no one has been able to find him.
"But he's been able to find me," Walter said bitterly. "Did we find out where Drew is going? Has there been any activity on his phone?"
"Only one call and three text messages. It's an international number for sure. it starts out three five three-" Walter cut Happy off.
"Six four six six three?" Walter prayed that the number wouldn't be correct.
"Yea, that's it. How did you know?"
"Because I know the Duine Dona. I know what his next move is going to be. Happy, use the number that you pulled from Drew's phone to try to get a location. Toby, track Sky's phone, Megan's phone, any one that we can use. Paige, I want you to stay here with them, it's safer." Paige opened her mouth in protest but Walter put his hand up. "There's enough people out there that I care about, I don't want any more to be in danger."
"Walter, I'm glad you care about me but he's my son. I will not just stand by. I can help, I'll come with you."
"No Paige! You will stay here in the garage where Toby can keep an eye on you-"
"So now I'm a child that needs to be kept an eye on? I am coming with you Walter. I don't care what you say. He's my son. I will do what I need to do to find him. We had this conversation earlier and it needed unfavorably for you the first time. Give it up." She snapped.
"I've got a location for Drew. He's going towards an abandoned warehouse in Oxnard. It's about an hour and a half from here." Toby said, reading the map on his computer screen. Walter grabbed his keys and shot a quick look at Paige.
"Thanks Toby," She said. "Let us know if he changes direction or if he goes somewhere else."
"Paige," Toby pulled her aside. "Have you thought about what is going to happen if Ralph sees Drew? Or if you do? Two days ago you were shaking at the thought of Drew knowing where you were. Now you are talking about going to get him."
"I know. I'll be fine Toby." As the words left Paige's mouth, she felt more unsure of herself.
"I'm only trying to look out for you and Ralph. Not start any kind of issue." He added. There was an impatient honking from outside. "You'd better go before mister impulsive leaves without you.
"Thanks again Toby."
"You're welcome. And stay off the 101. The traffic looks terrible."