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Chapter Three: The Hunt Begins

Vincent Jorrien.

Frank remembered a lot of cases he had been handed in his days as a cop and there were plenty that he wished he could forget. The case that had begun with the name Vincent Jorrien and that had never truly ended was one of those.

He had never really stopped looking for any indication that this particular perp had returned to the city but after so many years, Police Commissioner Reagan was still taken aback by the sudden reappearance.

Frank had given Garrett instructions to pass along to the mayor the notification of the commissioner's leave of absence.

"He's not going to be happy about it," Garrett had mentioned.

Frank had leveled his gaze at his friend, his priorities making themselves loud and clear. Garrett had cleared his throat and exited the commissioner's office without another word.

Frank had then wasted no time in preparing a car to take him to the address from which Jorrien's call had been placed.

He had been in no mood to argue about having his detail accompany him to the site, even though he didn't particularly relish the thought of showing up to the address with so many armed men in tow, just in case Jorrien happened to have a problem with that.

There had been no instruction given against it, however, so Frank did his best to not worry about it. Of all the things he had to worry about, that concern was not especially high on the list.

There was one person, however, that he did want with him at the scene: the best detective the NYPD had to offer.

"Any news?" Danny asked him as soon as he answered his father's call.

"As a matter of fact, there is," Frank responded. He proceeded to tell him the address to which he was currently headed.

"I'll meet you there," Danny replied quickly before Frank even had to instruct him to do just that. The next thing Frank knew, Danny had hung up on him.

The address was for an old, abandoned warehouse. For all that these types of places began to bleed together for a cop, Frank remembered this one well.

It was the site of the first murder in the Vincent Jorrien case.

"The victim's name was Ashley Wang," Frank told Danny after he had arrived and been briefed by his father of the new information regarding Jamie's disappearance.

"This Jorrien guy wanted to take you for a trip down memory lane? What for?"

Frank shook his head slightly.

"It's always been a game to him. He preyed on his victims with no motive and never had any preference for the type of victim he chose."

"Except Jamie wasn't random," Danny commented.

"No," Frank agreed, "I'm the one he wants playing his game this time. He's been planning this out for a while."

Frank caught his son's eyes and continued.

"He's been watching us. All of us."

"Think we should get everybody to a safe house?" Danny's voice was strained as he thought of his own children and his wife.

"I don't think any added protection would be a bad idea," Frank said, "But for now, it seems like Jorrien's focus is on me and Jamie."

"So why did he want you to come to this place?" Danny asked his father.

"He must have left something here. A clue for his "treasure hunt," as he called it."

"You really think he's left a trail of breadcrumbs leadin' straight to Jamie?"

"No. I don't expect it to be that simple. But that's all we've got to go on, so that's what we're going to do."

Danny looked away from his father. He shook his head in frustration but didn't voice his opinion on his family being a pawn in a psychopath's "game." Instead he asked,

"Where do you think he woulda left a clue? This's a pretty big place. We might need reinforcements to help search."

Frank had already begun to walk away as his son spoke.

"No need. I have a pretty good idea where we'll find it."

They travelled up a flight of stairs and Frank led the way across the gutted expanse of the second story.

"This is where Ashley's body was found," Frank informed Danny.

An envelope had been left on the floor right where Frank had suspected the clue would be left. Danny supplied him with a pair of latex gloves, which he put on before he bent down to pick up the envelope and opened it.

There were three folded papers inside. Frank took them out and unfolded them.

The paper on top was a note from Jorrien.

It was titled: How to Play:

1) Follow the clues and do not try to skip ahead of the game.

2) You will be allowed three hints throughout the game.

3) No cheating.

Hope you have fun, Frankie. I know I will.

"What's he mean by 'no cheating'?" Danny asked.

"Anything we do that he doesn't like, I assume," Frank responded grimly. He flipped to the next page.

This paper had a different address on it: 124 Park Avenue S.

"That's our clue," Danny observed. Frank nodded in reply.

"Then what's the other one?" Danny asked. Frank dutifully flipped the pages again and felt his heart jump into his throat.

It was a picture of Jamie.

He was hanging by his hands, which were chained somewhere above him. There was dried blood caked along the side of his face. He had no shirt on, revealing a significant amount of bruises and cuts littered across his torso.

One of his eyes looked like it was swelled shut.

Frank vaguely registered the sound of Danny cursing beside him as he took in the sight of his little brother.

On his part, Frank's hands had suddenly formed a death grip on the printed photo.

He didn't speak. Frank felt his throat tightening as he felt moisture begin to collect in his eyes.

Jamie…

Frank folded the papers together again, no longer able to bear the sight. He put all three papers back into the envelope and put it in his pocket before taking off the gloves.

He would get his son back. And then, Victor Jorrien would pay.