"That was really good," John said when the movie finished. He stood up and stretched. "I guess we should get going. Grace and Sam are making a big dinner for our first night. Get your bag...hey, grab some movies too. I'll go get my things from the guest room."
"Any requests?"
"Whatever you bring should be fine...I'm sure you have stuff everyone will like." John went downstairs as Jessie started going through her movies.
After John got his bag from the room he had slept in, he called Sam to let them know they were on their way and to see if they needed anything. Sam told him they had everything they needed and that dinner would be ready by the time they got there. He was about to go upstairs to hurry Jessie up when there was a knock at the door. He looked through the peephole. It was Boston P.D. The officer had an envelope in his hand. John smiled as he opened the door.
"Did you guy's-"
That was as far as he got because Steven Lewis moved his other hand from behind the large envelope and fired a taser gun. The electrodes hit John along the right side of his chest. He went down instantly, his body convulsing from the electricity going through his body. Lewis fired again and hit John on his left side. He convulsed for a few more seconds and passed out.
"Where's the girl?" Thomas Krieger asked as he stepped over John and walked into the penthouse.
"How the hell am I suppose to know?" He said agitated as he cuffed John's hands behind his back. "I'm a little busy here."
Krieger ignored him and started searching the rooms.
"I'm gonna bring him down to Langston!" Lewis told him. "I'll be right back."
After searching all the rooms downstairs and finding nothing, Krieger went upstairs. He was walking towards Jessie's room when he heard shuffling noises down the hall so headed for the sound. He found her in the den sorting through DVDs. She had her back to him, so he stood in the doorway, waiting patiently.
Jessie felt someone watching her so she turned around expecting to find John, with his arms crossed and tapping his foot, mocking impatience as he waited for her to get through her movies. She was surprised to find it wasn't John, but a police officer. She didn't give it a second thought.
"Hey," She greeted Krieger. "Are you coming with us?"
Krieger nodded. "Anything I could help you with Miss O'Doyle?"
"No thanks, I'll just be a minute." She turned back to the pile of DVDs in front of her.
Krieger was behind her in an instant. He took the nightstick from his belt and hit her in the side of the head with it. He caught her unconscious form before it hit the floor. "Sorry, sweetheart...nothing personal." He put her over his shoulder and took her downstairs.
Lewis was coming back in as Krieger was headed out. "I see you found her." He saw blood on Krieger's uniform where Jessie's head was resting. "Did ya hit her hard enough? Langston's gonna be pissed if you killed her so soon."
"She ain't dead. C'mon, let's get out of here."
When Lewis opened the side door of the van and Krieger laid Jessie's limp body inside next to John's, Roy Langston smiled. That ear to ear, all teeth smile. He had them both and it was all too easy. They had been watching O'Doyle's building for two days waiting for an opportunity to make a move. When they saw Patrick leaving with his lawyer friend and the two FBI agents, he knew that it was now or never. They 'acquired' two Boston P.D. uniforms and Lewis and Krieger had no problem getting into the building. Roy waited in a van at the basement level of the parking garage. Everything went as smooth as butter. Now he was ready. He was ready to let Patrick O'Doyle know, who was wreaking havoc on his life for the past few months. He couldn't wait to see his face. To see his face when he found out he was still alive. To see his face when he killed his children in front of him and then begged him for death. It's been what has sustained him nine years and he was as excited as a kid at Christmas.
"Did you get a cell phone?" He asked through his grin as Lewis and Krieger took their seats.
Lewis handed him John's cell phone. "You're not gonna call now, are you? We need to get outta here and back to the warehouse." Lewis said nervously.
Roy put his finger to his lips "Shhh." He flipped open John's phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Patrick's number. "Let's give Daddy a call."
Patrick was in the bathroom washing his face when his cell phone rang. He dried his face and hands with a hand towel, then answered his phone.
"Hey John, you guys there yet?"
"Well, well, well if it isn't the big man himself...Mr. Patrick O'Doyle."
Patrick nearly dropped his phone. 'No, no, no' he kept saying in his head. He already knew but he had to ask. "Who is this?"
"Oh you'll find out soon enough, don't you worry."
"Where's John?"
"He can't come to the phone right now...he's a bit under the weather...but he's breathing...for now."
Patrick drew a quivering breath. He was shaking. "Jessie?"
"Mmmm she's here too...grew up to be a very pretty girl. We're gonna have some fun with that one, huh fella's."
"If you touch her...I'll kill you...I swear to God, I'll kill you!"
"I don't think you're in any position to threaten me right now, buddy. In fact, if I were you I'd be trying to make me happy...not piss me off."
"What do you want?"
"See, nice is much better! Hell, I want you of course. We have a lot of catching up to do...a lot of pain to share..."
"What do you want, dammit!"
"There's that temper again...go to the Harbour Breeze...a man will approach you and you will leave with him without any trouble. Make sure you come alone O'Doyle cause it won't be good if you don't. I promise you, I will tear, your precious kiddies, limb from limb and mail you a piece of them every day...'til you have them back. Do you understand me? Your buddy Sal's death will be a picnic compared to theirs. Be there in a half hour." Roy Langston hung up the phone laughing.
Patrick threw his phone at the mirror over the sink and watched as a spider web-like crack spread over the glass slowly. He ran out of the bathroom, and through a small gathering of people, in a blind panic and headed for the exit. He spotted a man who had just pulled in to the parking lot and was checking his visor for something. The man jumped when Patrick pulled open the car door and yanked him out of the driver's seat. He drove away almost hitting two other cars on the way out. All the while, a voice screamed in his head. 'This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening'...but of course, it most definitely was.
TBC...
