"Release me or your boy dies." Wilder said.
"If you lay a finger on him, I swear to god I'll rip your head off."
"Do that and you'll never find him."
"I'll find him one way or another."
"If you sit back, I'll bring you to him."
Danny released him and secretly pulled out a set of handcuff keys and unlocked them. Then he slowly reached for his ankle gun and pulled it out.
"You didn't think I would be dumb enough to not carry backup would you? Out of the car or so help me..."
He slowly rose his hands and reached to open the door. Then, he pressed the gas pedal with his foot sending Danny back, not before accidentally firing his gun. The bullet went straight through the driver's seat and struck Wilder in the head.
"Danny!" Baez shouted in his ear.
"I'm still here but if you keep screaming like that I'll be deaf in one ear."
"What happened?"
"Hold on."
Danny got out of the car and opened the car door. The bullet shot through the back of his head.
"He's dead."
By the time the rest of NYPD came to the scene, Danny was looking through Wilder's phone to try to track down his son.
He saw a live video feed and looked over at Baez. "We need to trace this video. I'm going to call his phone, see if he has it."
Jack didn't have any idea where he was. He just remembered being attacked from behind and never saw a face. He put up a good fight. He remembered that much.
When he came to, his mind was foggy and his head hurt. He stood up quickly and looked around at his surroundings. Then, Jack searched frantically for a way out.
After a few moments, his phone rang. He stopped everything he was doing and pulled out his phone. He saw the caller ID and immediately answered.
"Dad!"
"Jack! Thank god. Are you hurt?"
"I think I broke my arm. I don't know where I am. I just woke up here."
"Okay. Calm down. This call is being traced. Stay on as long as you can."
"Okay. I don't know when this guy will be back."
"He won't. He's dead. Listen, I need you to stay right where you are."
"Like I could go anywhere. I think I'm in some sort of basement."
Jack approached the basement door tried to pull it open.
"Door is locked. I'm going to try to pry it open."
"Be careful Jack! Your arm is already broken. Your mother would kill me if you did more damage."
"Dad, I'll be fine. I'm putting you on speaker so I can set the phone down."
Jack did just that. He set the phone down and used a crowbar to try to get the door to open. But it wouldn't budge.
"I can't get it!"
"Okay Jack. Stop what your doing. We traced the call and on our way!"
"Okay." He said as he walked back down the basement stairs. "Dad, my phone battery is low."
"Just stay on with me as long as you can."
Jack's phone died not too long later so he put it in his pocket. He heard a loud bang from outside the basement and he knew it was the cops.
He ran back upstairs.
"I'm here!" He started yelling. "Dad!"
"Jack! Stand back! We're kicking the door in!"
He ran back downstairs and the door slammed open. He ran back upstairs and Danny gave him a very tight hug.
"Ouch. Dad! Your killing me!"
"Sorry." Danny said as he let go. You ready to go home?"
He just nodded and left the basement.