The man froze.

But the sound of glass breaking elsewhere had him moving, not towards the door but towards Scott.

They rolled up to a modest brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. Six cars made quite the entrance, boxing both the road and the house off.

Officers left the cars, instructing all the Tracys to stay put. The command was summarily ignored as John, Virgil, Gordon and Alan followed their teams to either side of the building.

Flinn rolled his eyes at the sight and raised pointed eyebrows, and Jeff offered a sheepish grin as he gestured for his boys to stay back. It wasn't lost on anyone that Jeff ignored the instruction to stand right behind the detective as Flinn banged on the door.

'NYPD! Open the door.'

Jeff took a moment to look at the building. Brooklyn Heights was one of the richest neighbourhoods in New York, and he knew that the typically five-floor buildings all had a basement that would be…would be enough to keep Scott in. He stared at the ornate stained glass in the door. Unlike a lot of brownstones around New York, this one was one building instead of apartments.

There was no sound from the building and Flinn beat on the door again.

'NYPD! Open this door immediately!'

They waited for a few more seconds before Flinn gave a nod and stood aside. One of the men that had waited at the car pulled out a short ram and he and his colleague ran up the stairs and hit the door square on.

The glass shattered as the wood panels exploded inwards.

They swarmed through, Flinn directing the men to take various floors while he and Jeff and – to no one's surprise the rest of the family – went directly for the basement.

The door was padlocked on the outside and Flinn called for the ram. The operator acted quickly and positioned himself, waiting for the go-ahead. The nod was given and the ram made short work of the door and Harry looked at the men gathered with him and gave them a smile before pushing the door open.

Hands fisted in Scott's shirt and yanked him forward, straining his arms to the limit. He tried his hardest not to react but the sudden movement made him gasp out loud.

To his surprise his captor didn't say anything, just held him there so they were nose-to-nose before pushing him away and rushing off. Scott waited until he heard the tell-tale sound of the bolt being driven home before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The basement was empty.

There was no sign of Scott. No sign of the rail or handcuffs. No evidence at all that this was the room.

No one commented when Jeff kicked what remained of the door as they all decamped to the living room. Flinn sent the cops that had come with them to investigate the rest of the house while he kept the family company.

There was silence in the house apart from the distant sounds of the searching men.

'What do we do now?'

'The trail definitely leads here.'

'Are you sure, John?'

'I'm sure. But…but there is no harm in double checking.'

'Can you…'

'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?'

'Sir! Sir, you need to wait here. SIR!'

Everyone froze as the sound of a scuffle got louder and a smartly dressed man burst into the room. He stopped short at the sight of the five men sitting and standing in his room. The policeman behind him was frowning and sporting a split lip.

Flinn stepped forward holding up a hand when the man opened his mouth.

'Mr Oscar Swinger?'

'Yes?'

'You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Scott Tracy. Mantel – read him his rights.'