Short little chapter.

Chapter Six

Explanations

Later that Night:

"Bitsy because we're just friends is all," he said taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, I'm aware she's nice." His eyes remained closed, "Yes, I know Brittany adores her."

"Did I mention I'm really busy Bits?" his eyes opened again and he grabbed his glasses.

"No I'm not trying to get out of this conversation, I'm actually busy." He started the security footage from the night of Ray's abduction again. He'd tracked down the two missing former employees and neither as far as he could tell were responsible for the kidnapping.

"Just because Bitsy," he said for what seemed like the millionth time as he was asked why he and Max were not together. Why had they gone to dinner? Because you tried to get out of dinner once and she would have kept her promise to never speak to you again if she hadn't seen the girl being kidnapped and you would be dead. Wait what was that in the corner? He reversed and paused the image before he zoomed in, mirrors, there were mirrors in the garden. He had no idea why, but there they were and it looked like they had captured something. Hmm yea, not gonna find him sitting in front of computer, right Max.

"Bits I'm really gonna have to go. I'll talk to you later," he said paying absolutely no attention to his cousin as he started to correct for the spherical distortion.

"Huh," he said looking at the screen, "that's interesting." Frozen on the screen was a picture of Ames White lowering his son off of the balcony to an awaiting stranger.

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"You have got to be kidding me," Max said twenty minutes later looking at the image. "They seemed so happy," her face fell and became wistful.

"Looks are deceiving," Logan said with the phone pressed against his ear. "I can't get her on the phone," he said lowering it down to the table.

"You think he did something to her?"

"He kidnapped his own son Max," he answered simply.

"I'll get over there," she started heading to the door.

He called her back, "Maybe you shouldn't."

She turned to him confused, "What do you mean 'Maybe I shouldn't.' The guy kidnapped his kid, who knows what he's done to Wendy."

"Max, he's had five hours to act. If anything's happened he's already done it. I'm gonna call Matt, have him send someone over there to check it out. Try to get a trace on White's movements."

Max looked away guiltily, as much as she knew they didn't deserve to put their lives on hold every time there was trouble, it didn't make it suck any less. His cell started to ring as he was on the house phone.

"Max can you," he gestured towards the phone.

She nodded, "Hello?" and let out a sigh of relief, "Wendy, where the hell have you been?"

"Uh Matt, you know what never mind. I'll talk to you later."