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Notes: thank you all for the great reviews! we have a full house now for the rest of the week. I won't have time to reply to each review or comment for a little while. So in advance, thank you. And thanks for the well wishes on vacation! We have a big breakfast planned tomorrow - followed by a few things - so I'm posting my morning chapter right now. Next will be on Thursday sometime.

I was telling CinderH that my bro took me out on his boat today. It broke down and we were stranded for over an hour in the middle of the lake. It really was quite funny. But what's funnier is CinderH's sage observation: at least there were no boat jackers, sharks or bloody wounds (unless you count the fish hook in my bro's thumb!). ROFLOL!

Chapter 8

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"He's got her too, Steve." They had two HPD units meet them outside the apartments above the tattoo parlour and a cuffed Joe Clancey was stuffed into the first one. He would direct them to the factory from the back of the patrol car. But Steve had also demanded that Duke Lukela visit Ana's work place. The sergeant called the team just as they were getting ready to follow Clancey's instructions to a remote and ancient factory. But now, they were all stunned to learn that Robbie had just left the hotel offices with Ana Madison.

The nature of her cooperation was obvious based on the loud upsetting turmoil taking place in the background behind the older police officer. Steve could hear the defensive shouting and what sounded like faint crying and Duke explained what he'd been told.

"You're hearing Ana's co-worker, Gayle. She's devastated. They all thought this guy was surprising her and Gayle practically pushed her out the door, herself. They had no idea that Ana was in trouble. They thought she didn't want to go because of work .. she's well-liked here and loves her job."

"Damn it." Steve breathed out in a fury into the connection as he started walking to his truck. His anger caused Lukela to apologize again and Steve mumbled his understanding. "He's fast and has obviously planned this out fairly well. Do we have anything else?"

Robbie Clancey was just one step ahead of them but Joe Clancey could be their ace in the hole. With any luck, Robbie was using the old factory as his base of operation as his junkie cousin was so convinced.

"Hotel cameras show Robbie Clancey pushing Ana Madison into a small 2-door Honda coupe. Dark blue. We got a partial on the plate and it matches the description of a 2009 vehicle reported stolen just yesterday. We've already put an alert out across the city for the car and stressed that our kidnapper is armed and dangerous."

There were no doubts that Duke would have every base covered and Steve continued moving towards his truck. "Okay. Good. We're going to stick to what we've got here with Joe Clancey. We're leaving and we need more backup."

He didn't add it, but the old woman's words about Danny being dead were pulling at him and putting terrible thoughts in his head. Things were happening much too quickly and Robbie was obviously the brains in the Clancey clan. Steve's face was stony as those thoughts began to drive him mad with worry. Ana Madison had also been taken under protest and right under her co-worker's noses. Lukela had missed him by a matter of minutes. So at that moment, Steve was determined to make Joe Clancey work for him.

Kono had originally traced Ana's cell phone signal to her general place of work, but using the data again she tried another trace but shortly threw her hands up in the air. She was shaking her head no and Steve closed his eyes wearily for a just a moment.

"It's turned off or he broke it. I can't trace it .. I can't even find the signal .. there's nothing at all. Nothing."

He glared through the HPD car window at Clancey and pointed menacingly; no words were necessary. The ex-con flinched and drew back into the seat of the cruiser, clearly understanding the threat.

"I suggest full cooperation." Joe scrunched down even more in the back seat as the HPD officer sitting in the front seat turned to face him. "You are taking us to him. Now. And you better pray that he's not only there .. but that he's alive and well."

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Cool hands were on his cheek and Danny realized with relief that he could breathe better and that his hands were finally untied. But that's where comfort ended. He was laying on his back with something soft under his head, but he was most definitely not comfortable. His hands were swollen and throbbing in time to his head which in turn pounded harder with every shallow breath he was still taking.

"Uncle Danny?" Ana's voice reached him through a fog and it forced his eyes open. "Uncle Danny. I'm so sorry."

"Oh no. No, no. Ana." His stomach clenched when his eyes focused and he saw her frightened, disheveled appearance. His head was propped up on her small pocketbook. Tears were running down her face and she was using part of her torn jacket sleeve and a bottle of water to clean the blood from his head.

She was already shaking her head and trying to smile as she wiped his face. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." Her voice was weedy with tears as she glanced nervously over her shoulder and dropped to a whisper. "I didn't know. I didn't."

His mouth was painfully dry and tasted like a musty oil from the old rag. Before he tried to say anything else, Ana was already helping him drink from the bottle of water she had kept in her purse. He blearily noted in disgust that now they were both in the same dingy room and that not much time had gone by based on the angle of the sunlight coming through the dirty windows.

"Ana, are you okay? How did you get here? Why did you come?" She rolled her eyes as she wiped her tears away. There were small dots of blood on her fingers and a large piece of broken glass lay next to her knees. She had used the sharp edges to cut away the zip-ties and then had done her best to make him comfortable. But Ana could have a temper and Danny smirked as she warred with herself.

"Me? I'm great. Just wonderful. You're bleeding and hurt .. and you ask me if I'm okay?" Her tears increased and then she took a deep breath in an attempt to keep them at bay.

"He showed up at work. He had a gun and I had to come." It was a simple ruse and Danny groaned before gently taking her hand. Robbie had lied about calling her. She was never going to come on her own. Of course. There was a distinct underlying tone of anger in every word and Danny huffed in appreciation because other than being frightened, technically she was fine. In reality, Robbie was obsessed and he wasn't going to hurt the girl unless he severely escalated. Robbie wanted him and he wanted him to confess one very critical point to Ana.

"Why are you here? What did he do to you?" He blinked mindlessly at the unexpected question. Her eyes were huge and glassy and she trusted him, but she had no idea how Danny could have been tricked.

"He .. ah .. cloned your phone." Danny shrugged aimlessly. "I thought you were in trouble."

Ana's face fell and then clouded over. "I hate him." She whispered almost to herself. "I don't understand why he's here."

"We'll get out." Changing the subject, Danny rolled awkwardly onto one elbow and then fell back as a blinding pain echoed through his head. Ana bent over to hold his shoulders down as he gasped through what he could only describe as the mother of all migraines.

"I don't think you should move. You're hurt .. your head looks bad. I don't know what to do." Tears and shattered sobbing laced her voice again as Danny gripped her fingers and tried to reassure her. But he literally couldn't get up without her help.

"It's okay. Just help me up. We have to find a way out of here." He lifted his arms when he was ready and Ana heaved upwards but Danny sagged dangerously back down to one knee. He coughed against the rising nausea and persistent pain in his head which made him lean even more heavily on Ana than he intended. But she wrapped her arms around his waist and just waited until he was ready before lifting up a second time.

"Okay." Swallowing hard, he ground out the one word. And then tried to clear his vision, unsure if he was seeing the glimmer of light into the small hallway.

"Why does it smell so bad in here?" Ana coughed and then cleared her throat. She had an inkling that the jars and propane tanks were drug related and Danny confirmed it.

"Seems as if Robbie .. has expanded his ..professional acumen." He did his best to ignore his aching body as he used Ana's shoulder like a crutch to being a slow shuffle-walk.

"We're in a big meth lab, Ana. And we need to find a way out." Danny limped forward as he held a hand to his aching head. The propane tanks with fittings that had turned blue from chemical reaction, the too strong urine-like smell and the presence of just too many household products. All assembled in one place defined the large methamphetamine lab operation.

Ana had her hand on his chest to keep him upright and she could feel his struggle to breath against the pain. Her tears came again as she took more of his weight on her shoulders. But he was aiming for the doorway. "Ana. Is that door actually open?"

"Yeah, he left it open. That kid, Paul went crazy when we got here." Ana shrugged through her sniffles. Her tone was bouncing between anger and fear caused by the amount of pain that Danny was experiencing. She helped him walk to the opening and he eased the door more open to peek down the hallway. He could hear two voices yelling at each other from another nearby room.

"Paul is upset and trying to leave." Ana's whispered explanation provided all the impetus he needed to begin their faster lurch out of the small prison. "So while Robbie deals with him, he told me that he wanted us to get re-acquainted .. he said that you were my surprise." Ana took a small shuddering breath. "But I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

When she glanced down the hallway, Danny had time to hide his unhappy scowl. It was a weak attempt as Ana tried to smile around her tears "I guess he thinks we're not going anywhere. I found a piece of glass to cut the ties off your wrists. And then you woke up. But Paul .. Paul is freaking out and he's dealing with him. For some reason, Paul flipped out when he saw me."

"Robbie never told him what was really going on here. But that's good for us. Go." Danny continued to lean heavily on Ana as they listened to the distant voices and began their escape back to through the main first floor rooms. The intense shouting provided the badly needed distraction and it appeared as if Paul had finally broken down with or without prompting from a talkative Detective.

They could almost hear every other word. At minimum, it was clear that he didn't appreciate being used by Robbie to kidnap a cop. His breaking point was breached when Ana was thrust through the doors sobbing. The voices were rising and Ana gasped when something banged heavily into a wall.

"At least one of them .. has a .. temper." Every small step jarred his head but Danny couldn't help the wry snicker as they tried to find their way to the closest exit. They only hesitated briefly to make a quick decision based on which way to turn. In the background, the heated argument drove them forward and they sighed in relief as they made it all the through the cavernous main floor. Ana bolted forward with every intention of swinging the heavy latch open on the door that they'd both been forced through.

"Wait!" Danny's sharp whisper stopped Ana cold with her palm on the pitted steel surface.

"It's a trap. Don't touch it." If there was one thing in his repertoire that he had fine-tuned from his time with Steve: it was how to identify the tell-tale signs of wires and explosives. The things that didn't belong. And there were plenty of oddities that didn't belong on this particular door. Danny's eyes ran quickly around the frame and he saw each dangerous wire and the oddly shaped canister held up high just above the top hinge.

"Nice alarm system." Danny limped backwards to lean against a table weakly and blinked through the hazy light to see that each nearby, wire-encased window was protected in the same way.

"He's thorough. Or someone else is .. I guarantee that he's working for someone else. It's way too sophisticated for Robbie. Whoever is in .. stays in .. and whoever is outside .. definitely stays out."

He wheezed and coughed around his frustration and it brought Ana back to his side as his knees weakened unexpectedly. "Uncle Danny?"

The meth lab was a bomb unto itself and any spark could set off the entire old building. It would just take one easy excuse for any number of things to ignite and for a multitude of others, to go off.

The voices in the background suddenly ceased and Ana paled. "What do we do? They're coming."

Gritting his teeth, Danny pulled himself up and gave in to leaning on Ana's shoulder once more. Bleary-eyed, he studied the old, rusty cat walks until he found the staircase and then he pointed. Besides the obvious dangers, the very environment of the meth lab and all of it contained could be toxic and they at least needed fresh air. Ana had started to cough sporadically, and Danny could feel the never-ending rough sting in his own throat.

"Up. We go up. To the roof."

~ to be continued ~