Authors Note: One more chapter and an epilogue then were finished. Sad, but excited and looking forward to looking back at this story and reminding myself what I can do.
The Heinz and Hamato's waited for the phone call telling them there boys had been found. The police had set up a sting and were lying in wait hoping to catch the man who had taken their sons. No one said or did anything and any noise made them look at the phone or door. Each minute that passed felt like and hour and each hour felt like a lifetime. Mrs. Heinz fell back on her upbringing and began to pray silently.
The police were waiting to see if the alleged kidnapper would pick up the money. The teller would give police a signal if the person was indeed picking up the money the Heinz's and Hamato's had wired. A young man with red hair and glasses went inside. There were police officers both outside and inside the building. The young man smiled and didn't look at all nervous. "Hello I'm here to withdraw some money from my account."
"Okay may I see your I.D?"
The man pulled out a card and handed it to the clerk.
The clerk looked at it and then the man before typing something into the computer. "Okay and how much do you need to withdrawal?"
"All of it," he said.
The teller connected eyes with the policeman and nodded slightly. Before the man even knew what was happening he was being handcuffed by the police and read his rights. The man seemed completely confused as he was taken away. Two police officers stayed behind to make sure they had the right man.
The man was drove to the police station and taken into an investigation room. An officer came in and sat down.
"Are you Henry Chaplin?" The officer asked.
The young man nodded. He looked confused and a little frightened.
"Why were you withdrawing money from the bank?"
Henry hesitated. "I was getting money to help a friend."
"Why did you need to extract everything you had in that account?"
"So I could give the money to my friend." Henry repeated this time with more force.
"Were you aware that a large amount of money had just been wired to that account?"
"Yes." Henry still looked confused, but now he also looked worried.
"Why did your friend need this money?"
"He had lawyer fees to pay, but he said the feds had his account frozen. He said his family was going to wire him the money, but he needed an account for it to be wired to."
The officer frowned. "Sir whom is this friend you believe you were helping."
"His name is Baxter Stockman. He's a scientist whom was accused of embezzling money from the company he worked for. I admire his work and I wanted to help him in any way I could."
The officer frowned. "So you believed you were helping Mr. Stockman pay his lawyers?"
The young man nodded his face never losing the look of confusion.
"Mr. Chaplin, tell me where the money is supposed to be delivered to?"
Chaplin looked down at his hands and didn't say anything.
The officer sighed. "Henry we need your help. The money you were picking up was not to pay Mr. Stockman's lawyers. It was ransomed money for two teen boys."
Henry looked up in shock. "No…he wouldn't…he…"
"Henry your account was the one that Stockman directed two families to wire money to. Those families are missing their sons. Three parents and three brothers are worrying about their children and brother. I'm going to ask you again. Where the money is supposed to be delivered to?"
Chaplin had lost the confusion, but the worry grew. He finally managed to speak after a long pause. "I was supposed to meet him at Fulton Street. He told me to meet him outside of warehouse 46."
The police officer nodded and got up.
"Wait," Chaplin called.
The officer stopped and looked back at the young man.
"Am I going to jail?" Chaplin's voice was soft and he looked like he might begin to cry.
The officer shook his head. "As long as you cooperate with us, which may include taking the stand during his trial you'll be let go. However, if we find you are lying and that you were aware of what Mr. Stockman was doing. You will be facing your own trial."
The officer walked out and Chaplin was left alone.
A team was sent out to find the boys. Even if they weren't in the warehouse Chaplin said he was meeting Stockman at the boys could still be close by.
When Bishop came back Mikey was ready for more abuse. He saw Bishop's right hand man and waited for the cattle prod. He cried out in pain as he was shocked, but as he fell he saw Leatherhead not only being shocked but dragged out of the cage.
"NO," Mikey yelled and Bishop smirked.
"I haven't gotten anything new from you so let's try your friend."
Mikey forced himself to get up, but he was shocked again and again until he couldn't move. Mikey's last thoughts were of Leatherhead before he slipped into unconsciousness.
When Mikey came to he felt something in the air. He wasn't sure what, but something big was going to happen.
He saw flashing lights and it took a minute for him to realize they were police lights. Mikey was still hurting from the shock, but he pulled himself up. "Help! Please help!" He cried out and felt a surge of hope as the doors opened. Policemen rushed in and Mikey called out again. Several officers came over to him and managed to break the lock on the cage. Adrenalin pumped though Mikey's body and he ran as fast as his legs would carry him forgetting all about how one of them was broken. He entered the room where Bishop tortured them. He came to a halt when he saw Leatherhead with a feral look in his eyes. He as so shocked that he forgot all about Bishop and hadn't even noticed he was still in the room.
Mikey cried out as he as grabbed and held at gunpoint. The officers who had followed Mikey came to a halt. Mikey began to tremble as he realized that he might die. He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever might be listening to help.
Suddenly Mikey was falling to the ground as Bishop was tackled. Mikey crashed to the floor and hit his head. He groaned and the last thing he heard before he sipped under was the sound of a gunshot.