Trevor's Black Book

On busy mornings, most are about their business, and not overly observant of the doings of others. This morning was no different. The small group of children who were dressed dropped off for school were not headed that direction, if one were to look more closely. The two older girls and their younger brother were on a mission of their own today. The dark haired of the twin girls held the hand of their younger brother, while her blonde sister looked about them nervously. What would she tell the crossing guard if she saw them. Mrs. Jenkins was kindly enough. But she would definitely challenge them were she to see they were not headed toward the school. “ Maybe we should have done this by ourselves, instead of bringing Carmine”, voiced her sister. “No. We should stick together. How do we know the police will believe us when we show them what we have. I don’t even know if Uncle Steven would if we were to show him.” And in their lives recently, he had been the kindest of all to them. With a swing of her ponytail, she looked around as she spoke. So intent upon their peripheral surroundings, she didn’t see the van that pulled up in front of them. By this time, they were alone on the corner. Caught by surprise and not sure what to do, they froze. Out stepped a large man who looked to be about the size of two of their uncle. “Hello kids. Seems as though you have something that belongs to my boss. He grabbed the boy first, then the sister holding his hand. Her twin unzipping her backpack and rummaging in it as fast as she could, found the desired object. She reached in, and flung it behind her in the grass. Shortly afterward, she joined her siblings in the van. Before anyone would have known it was there, it was gone.

Chapter One

Later that same morning, Morgan Graham or FBI Special Agent Morgan Graham was driving her children to school. And this morning was usual, in that she and her 16-year-old Baylee were involved in their usual discussion of why she couldn’t go with her friends to the mall after school. Her son Trevor while 11 years old, had needs that were different due to autism he was diagnosed with years earlier. So leaving him home alone was not on the table. And due to her work schedule being late and sometimes later due to her job, after school care was difficult to maneuver with her being sole parent and support of her children at the moment. She lost her beloved Mathew about 9 months ago, in an auto accident. Not only was he the love of her life, but he was also the rock of their home. She loved the children. But he had the patience nearing upon sainthood that she so depended upon and appreciated. She pulled in front of Trevor’s school first. As he got out, she blew him a kiss with her daily admonishment of “I love you. Make good choices.” She and Baylee drove the rest of the way in silence. “As she exited the SUV, Baylee said “I know. Mom. “ As Morgan held her hand to her ear in a playful manner, “and I love you too”, Baylee finished.

Miles Stone, managing partner and CFO of S & G Corp, stood at the window of his spacious office. With his former partner recently decease, it seemed that other corporate officers and shareholders alike challenged him at just about every turn. They didn’t understand the direction that he wished to take the company now. But no matter. Time and patience would bring about the desired results. Right now, a more immediate problem had presented itself to him. It was a small item too. Who would have thought something so small could be the stick of dynamite it was. It was a small black book that he kept in his desk drawer. He guarded it with his life. In it, was information that was potentially worth millions. The resources contained within could help put his already successful corporation over the top. But to find it first was the problem. Why on earth had he let his former partner’s children near his desk when he came to visit. The boy in particular was always getting into things that didn’t belong to him it seemed. But he put a couple of people who came highly recommended to help “rectify” that problem. As though reading his mind, the burner phone in his pocket pinged. He looked at the messages. Good. Step one had already been accomplished.

Morgan arrived at work. Her partner Anthony Kawahara was at his desk already. He was a recent graduate of Quantico, and a bright young man with good instinct. She was not a huge fan of training new people. But she was between partners. And Anthony needed one too. She liked that in a lot of ways, he “got it” as it were. There were some aspects of this job that could not always be taught in a classroom. Not only that, he had multitudes of patience with technology she didn’t. He looked up as she came in. “ Any new word on James Donovan?”. Or The Don, as he was nicknamed. He was the crime boss du jour at the moment. He was feared by foe and even some friends alike. Word on the street, was that he had recently found legitimate corporations or one in particular, all too willing to help legalize those profits. And Agent Anthony , wanted this badly. Corporate greed was an evil that bothered him greatly above a lot of others. “The right evidence will come at the right time. In my experience, it usually does. You just have to be on the lookout for it.” And that was a skill that often came with more experience. With her red hair and feisty personality and Anthony’s cool demeanor, they were a force to be reckoned with in the Bureau. They worked well together, and got results most of the time. They also enjoyed a younger brother/older sister relationship. She playfully offered dating advice, to which he often listened to while blushing. She opened her computer. And while she clicked the keys, she asked. “Where to for lunch today”.

Chapter Two

Baylee and Trevor were walking home from school later that afternoon. This was their schedule most of the time, since their mother was still at work this time of the day. Baylee was feeling a little impatient to be home today, because Josh was possibly going to call. At least that is what her friend Melanie told her. Mel had originally told Baylee that he liked her, and was asking for her number. He was in English with them. And he was kind of cute in her favorite movie heart throb kind of way. But as luck would have it, Trevor moved at his own pace. It ranged anywhere from slow to even slower in her thinking, today in particular. To be fair though, this slower, attention to detail sometimes scored cool stuff. One time for example, had been a small diamond ring he found one time. Their mother still wore it proudly. As she was pondering this, he stopped. Sort of under a bush, lay a small, black what appeared to be a notebook. He happily picked it up. He looked inside. Nothing interesting, that Baylee could see. Looked like a lot of handwriting for sure. But it had names and numbers that meant nothing to her. But whatever. If it made him happy, she was good with it. And if it meant he would walk home faster to check it out, even better.

Later that evening, they sat at dinner. Morgan had actually gotten home in time to make a family favorite. Tonight, it was her special meat loaf and mashed potatoes with her own additions the kids loved. And both kids loved to have ketchup on theirs. This was one of Mathew’s favorites too. And they always thought of him when they had it. Trevor between bites of his food, had his nose in a book that Morgan hadn’t seen before . She asked Baylee while indicating it with her eyes. “He found it today on the way home from school. I don’t know what it is”. Morgan spooned some potatoes into her mouth, and leaned forward. “Hmm, Interesting. Where did you guys find it”. Under some bush on the corner not far from school. I would have missed it myself. But you know the eagle eyes Trev here has.” “I know.” her mother said as she flashed her ring.

As the children slept, Morgan looked over notes from work, and attempted to read a book she ordered online. It was nights that she really missed her husband. Mathew really supported her in work, and usually provided a listening ear when she really needed to talk. Of course, she didn’t share things of a sensitive nature. But he really had an understanding of human nature she admired. She picked up the photo of him she kept on the bedside table. This was taken during a weekend away on The Cape. She held it to her chest, and let the tears flow. She knew how to be strong for the children. But there were still times she had difficulty being strong for them all. She still wished she had been able to talk him out of going to the store that night. But he wanted to have it done, so she needed what he was picking up when she left for work in the morning. On the way home, he was hit and killed instantly by a drunk driver. But “would have could have should have” were of little use to her now. Not knowing what else to do in this moment, she cried herself to sleep.

Chapter Three

The next morning, Anthony was doing his morning run. This cleared his head, and gave him a little extra get up and go for the day. It was a holdover from his days in the Army. As he did his cooling down exercises, his phone pinged. There were messages from Morgan and their boss. Obviously, it was something big. He showered and dressed as fast as he could, and headed to the office.

He was met by his boss as soon as he got to The Bureau. His boss, Jerry Forrester, practically met him at the door. He was a shorter gentleman with a quick temper. But he was a veteran of The Bureau, and knew the job inside and out. “ Morgan is on her way. We can talk while we walk. We are all meeting in the briefing room. A kidnapping happened yesterday. As if reading Michael’s mind, he said: “ I know what you’re thinking. But this is a high profile case. I take it you’re familiar with S & G Corp. It’s the children of the late Peter Gateworth. Apparently they were snatched on their way to school. We have some information from the local PD. You will be read in on the details after the meeting.” The room was already filled with other agents. Anthony slid into an available seat. The meeting began. On the overhead screen flashed three children, two girls and a boy. The all had curly hair and engaging smiles. The dark haired girl wore a more solemn expression. “These are the Gateworth children. Hillary and Lilly, twins age 13, and Carmine age 8. As you probably know, they are the children of S & G Corp former CEO, Peter Gateworth. They are currently in the care of their uncle, Stephen Gateworth, the younger brother and former partner of the corporation. They were reported missing yesterday afternoon when the family chauffer arrived at the Moorpark Academy yesterday to pick them up. We have arranged a press conference with the aunt and uncle. And there a variety of people who can be interviewed. There is a search currently being conducted by the local police department. They also have other information upon request. Good luck everyone”.

Anthony and Morgan were back at their desks. They had a lot of ground to cover. Local PD had done the preliminary leg work already. They ran a check of local known child predators. The one or two in the area, were checked out, and had proven alibies of their whereabouts during the time of the kidnapping. While it was most likely a given the children were taken for ransom. Due to the multitude of press after the passing of their father, their pictures were in the news a lot. It wouldn’t take a genius to know what they were worth. Human trafficking was not completely ruled out, since they had both the ages and looks that industry particularly liked. But then again, they would be in the media spotlight. So if they had been snatched with that in mind, their captors would most likely refigure that decision. Traffickers did what they did, due to the ability to remain under the radar of law enforcement. And trying to use the Gateworth children to that end, could bring them more trouble than it was worth. Anthony looked for others they could talk to. First on the list was the uncle Stephen Gateworth, and his wife Leila, who were in charge of their care. They would have to wait on that, until at least after the upcoming press conference. Morgan had mixed feelings about these things. They were helpful in enlisting the aid of the general public. But at the same time, they often gave the perps too much information. Since Jerry was handling the one today though, she felt a little better about it.

Across town at small Italian place, run by the same family for over two generations, sat Miles Stone. James Donovan sat across from him. The trendier eateries in town, were not the places that it would be wise for them to be seen together. And in all honesty, the food here was about the same without the “pretensions” of the other places. “Jimmy The Don” probably knew the owners of the place anyway, and were extremely attentive without being obtrusive. They had been friends of his family for as long as he could remember. Besides that, these visits to the old neighborhood reminded him of who he really was, and where he came from. His wife Francesca also grew up in the neighborhood, and was still the love of his life. He knew he loved her by middle school. And she took a chance on him, knowing some of his business”. Maybe that was part of the reason he wanted to go more legit, so to speak. He knew he wouldn’t live forever, and in his occupation, the grim reaper often came sooner than later. And he wanted to make sure she would be taken care of, when that day came. And the person across from him, was going to help make that happen. He didn’t particularly like his pretentiousness. But experience taught him, that one had to sometimes deal with the least enjoyable to get the job done. He slid the tureen of salad dressing across the table while he spoke. “So are things going according to schedule”. He asked. Miles nodded. It was a bit of a white lie. But it wasn’t something that couldn’t be fixed now that he was closer to getting his lost object back. Wiping his hands, he tossed the napkin on the table. “If we’re done here, I have to get back to the office”. “Btw”, The Don asked. “I’m sorry to hear about the kids. Any idea yet who could have done it.” Miles shaken for a minute, said “The kids. “Ah no. Not yet.” Donovan nodded. “Well let me know if I can be of any help. Really”. It was known that no matter the monster that Donovan was known to be, his soft spot for children was also widely known. Of the organized crime “industries” The Don was part of, human trafficking was not even a consideration. Miles stood up. “Will keep you posted. “ He left the restaurant first. It wouldn’t do for them to be seen leaving together.

Chapter Four

Later that afternoon, the agents were at the Gateworth home to interview the children’s aunt and uncle. Stephen Gateworth looked as haggard and worried as he did at the press conference. Leila on the other hand, looked well, as though she would rather be someplace else, was Morgan’s honest interpretation. She wore the same outfit she had for the conference. Her Chanel suit she wore was burgundy, with matching Ferragamo pumps. She sat with her legs crossed, as she swung one foot to a rhythm only she knew about. At the same time, her lacquered nails drummed absently on the side table next to her. Morgan seeing her outfit knew she would not be able to afford anything like that on her FBI agent salary, especially as a single mother now. She also noted the furniture and art objects, that also spoke of an income beyond her own means. She even wondered what they had been able to afford anymore, since Mr. Gateworth was now with the District Attorney’s Office in D.C. She recalled in their research into the Gateworths, how Stephen had been with his brother’s company since its inception. Then in the last year, he had left the corporation and probably for something that could mean a dip in salary, and therefore dip in lifestyle. With the record profits the corporation was posting, that was a whole lot to walk away from. What could be the reason. Maybe care of the children had money from their father’s estate that came with it. At least maybe this way, Mrs. Gateworth could still enjoy some of the lifestyle she probably became used to. But Morgan clearly got the feeling that Stephen was not in it for the money. He seemed genuinely worried about those kids. His wife, she wasn’t so sure of. She began the questioning. “Mrs. Gateworth. Tell me the events of yesterday afternoon, when you first noticed the children missing.” Leila thought for a moment. “Well, it was in the afternoon when Richard our chauffeur went to pick them up from school. I don’t know how long he waited. But when it seemed to be a long time, he went into the office to find out where they were. He was told they had not shown up for school at all. Then he called me. I then called the police, and then Stephen.” “And I came home right away.” Stephen interjected. Both agents took notes. “ Anthony continued, “has anyone contacted you regarding a ransom.” Stephen answered no. Anthony went on: “I need someone to be close to the phone at all times. Also pay close attention to any deliveries. And alert your household staff as to the same thing. “Notify us right away of any new developments.” Both agents gave them their cards. “The chauffeur, is he available to talk with us now?”

A little while later, the agents sat across the table in the breakfast nook from Richard Stiles, the chauffeur. Morgan started; “Mr. Stiles, how long have you worked for the Gateworth family?’. Richard sat nursing a bottle of water in his large hands, which he waved one as he spoke. “Let me see. I worked for Mr. Peter and his family for 15 years. I’ve been working for Mr. Stephen and Miss Leila since after Mr. Peter died. He and Mr. Stephen thought it would be a good idea, since the kids have known me their whole life and all.” The agents nodded. Morgan spoke: “ And I take it you know the kids well, as well as their routine. And I assume you are responsible for most if not all of their transportation right now? Not only that, you were the last person to see them before they disappeared. I ask, because it seems to me you owe a rather large gambling marker around town. And let’s be honest shall we? The payout you could get for those kids, would not only settle that marker but also probably set you up for a while”. She consulted her notes. I see here, you did some time at North Branch Correctional for burglary.” Richard sat straight up. “ Yeah. So what. I did time. But I was a kid with no direction, and fell in with the wrong bunch of guys. I was in the joint. But I was in long enough to know that life wasn’t for me. And when I got out, Mr. G. was the only one who would give me a job. And his wife, a classier lady you would never hope to meet.” He leaned closer. “ Even the present Mrs. G, he indicated the other room, “wouldn’t’ even hold a candle to her”. And the kids, I’ve known them all since they were babies. I would cut my hands off before I would hurt any of them. And for a gambling guy like me, that’s sayin a lot”. Satisfied, Morgan continued, “Around what time do you usually leave to pick the children up from school. Richard thought a moment. “I usually leave around 2:15. The school is a half an hour away, and lets out at 2:45. And I wait in the same spot in front every time. In fact, I try to get there early, so those areas don’t become crowded with other people there to pick up. I waited until 3 or so. And when none of them came out, I went to the office. And that’s where I found out they didn’t come to school at all that day. Then I called the Mrs., and she said she was calling the cops after she hung up with me”. He sighed. “Please find them. Those kids are the only family I’ve got now.”

Morgan came home that night, so ready to hug her children. It was these kidnapping cases that always had her so worried for them all over again. They also were the ages, and had the looks that traffickers liked. She taught Baylee a few self-defense tactics, should she get into a tough spot. But a lot of these kidnappers were pros, and good at their job. Trevor she worried about a little more. He had the habit when he was younger of talking to random strangers when they went out sometimes. One time they were all at the park, and couldn’t find him. After looking, they found him eating with a family while they were having a picnic. They were very nice about it. But Morgan felt horribly embarrassed but relieved that the situation wasn’t as bad as it could have been. And with everything she had, she drilled and instilled into Trevor the idea of not talking to strangers, no matter how nice they appeared to be. But she supposed that part of autism, was living in one’s own world. That would be ok if the real world was not a dangerous place. Baylee’s friends were there. Melanie, and Ashlynn had been her friends since elementary school. Natalie became an addition to their circle when her family moved into town from New York. A chorus of “Hi Miss Morgan” was heard when they saw her. “I was getting ready to tell Baylee,” she said: “that if you guys want to go to the mall this weekend, she’s free. I will be home. And if something at work comes up, her nana will be here”. “Let me know if you guys will need a ride”. “Thank you Miss Morgan, said Melanie. My mom says hi by the way”. They were good kids. Baylee was a typical teenager and as such, had her moments. But she and her friends were good kids for the most part. She was thankful for that. And there were times she felt guilty that she asked more of her children than they should have had to handle. But as she told them, they were a team. She liked to think they were doing it for their father, as much as for her.

Later that evening, she was washing the dinner dishes. Baylee was upstairs in her room, most likely talking to that new boy at school she liked. Trevor was having a bowl of ice cream. He loved having dessert after dinner. He was looking at his book. He was really studying it in fact. A few minutes later, he began saying what sounded like number sequences out loud. She made a mental note to herself to look at that book herself. She thought at first it might be a journal of some sort. But this sounded a bit intriguing.

Chapter Five

The next morning Morgan and Anthony were at S & G Corp. Upon being told their errand to see Miles Stone, she picked up a phone. A few minutes later, she informed them he was available and told them which floor. His office was located at the top floor. Miles occupied the whole top floor. The view of the city was incredible. He pointed to chairs facing his desk. “So, detectives, any leads so far.” “We have a couple that we are pursuing, and haven’t ruled out the possibility of a ransom. This also leads me to one question I have for you. Can you think of anyone who might have some issues with your corporation. I’m thinking one cannot have gotten this big without making a few enemies along the way.” “Well, said Miles. Because of some new ventures we have been getting into, some environmental groups have tried to shut us down. One in particular have complained about “deforestation”. We do have a few letters in our files from this one group in particular who call themselves. Planet First. I will have Tessa my assistant get them for you on the way out, if you would like to see them”. “Thank you”, said Anthony. “We are also aware that Stephen Gateworth left the company not long before the passing of his brother. What can you tell us about that.” “Mr. Gateworth knew he would be responsible for the care of his brother’s children after his death. I imagine he didn’t want to the pressures of our corporate legal department, and caring for them. They were close. And he took his brother’s illness very hard.” Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment soon.”. He picked up the phone on his desk, and spoke into it. “Tessa will have those letters for you in a few minutes. Have a good day.” The intensity of his ice blue eyes, indicated the meeting was over.

“Wow, that would frost one’s eyebrows,” as my mother used to say, “said Anthony”. “Yeah, or otherwise put, don’t let the door hit you in the rear-end on the way out”, rejoined Morgan. “Think we hit a nerve”. Both agents agreed this situation deserved more looking into. But they had to get over to The Kilbourne Academy to find out what they could there. Morgan noted that the school where the Gateworth children attended was not far from where hers went to school. This was another reason she hoped the Gateworth kidnapping, was not a random snatching by would be traffickers. The school headmistress, Glenda Rubens was an authoritative presence. But her warm brown eyes also held compassion. This was especially so when asked about the Gateworths. “I and the school here are ready and willing to help in any way we can. Heaven knows they have been through enough in the past few years. Now this.” “Thank you. We appreciate that”, Morgan began. “What can you tell us about the events of the day they were taken?” “Let me think”, said Glenda. I found out that morning, the children had not shown up for school, “she said. “I have all of my teachers report to me their morning attendance, or at least the children who are recorded absent. Our school prides itself on one-on-one attention, and communication with parents. The children who are absent and have not been called in by their parent or guardian receive a phone call from us, to make sure the child is ok. It also cuts down on truancy, when children know their absences receive a call home. Anyway, I called the Gateworth house myself. I was a bit concerned to find out that all three of the children were out, and we were not notified of their absence by anyone at home.” Morgan asked,” Were the children having problems or issues at home that you’re aware of ?” “Well, “Ms. Rubens said, “aside from the things they were already going through, I would imagine getting used to a new home and routine would be an additional layer. But I also observe their uncle to be very loving and attentive toward them. If you would like additional insight, I can refer you to their guidance counselors. Mr. Blum would be the girls’ counselor. And Ms. Carter would be Carmine’s.” She looked at her watch. “It’s almost lunch time. You might be able to catch either one or both around now”. The agents thanked her for her time and left. Michael and Morgan were in agreement that talking to the household staff at the Gateworth’s would be a good idea.

Thankfully, the aunt wasn’t at home. It was the housekeeper they wanted to speak to. And Morgan half wondered if Leila Gateworth would have the same reaction Baylee had, when she and Mathew grounded her right before homecoming at school last year, when they told her they wanted to question anyone in the house again. Given what they were told by school headmistress, Mrs. Gateworth may possibly have something to hide. Georgia Kline the housekeeper worked in the kitchen while she spoke. Morgan asked her if Mrs. Gateworth was home the day the children went missing. “Well,’ said Ms. Kline. “ The Mrs, has a schedule usually. She goes to the gym every morning around 9 am. And she comes home between 11 and 11:30. She takes a shower. And if she has plans for the afternoon, she goes out after she showers and changes. She has weekly nail appointments, and sometimes lunch with friends or shopping.” She paused a minute. Except lately, she does take off for a few hours in the afternoon at least a couple of times a week. “ The agents took notes. Anthony asked: “ and how long has she been keeping these habits?” The housekeeper thought again. “I would say for the past two or three months.” “And what was her schedule the day of the kidnapping?” Michael asked. “Was she out that day.” “Mm, no.” said Ms. Kline. She was home from the gym around her usual time. And to my best memory, she was here the rest of the day.” “Now’, asked Morgan. I assume there is an answering machine attached to the landline. Do you answer the phone at all, or do you usually let the machine get it.?” “oh no.” said the housekeeper. “I’m not the secretary. I take care of the house. That’s all I do. And the family knows it.” Morgan asked her about the Gateworth’s relationship. “Well, said the housekeeper. The Mr. and Mrs. used to fight a lot. Mr. Gateworth always wanted children. The Mrs. didn’t. Then the brother’s children came. I haven’t seen Mr. Gateworth happy like that in a long time. Another thing they fought about, was when he took the new job. Seems to the Mrs. felt like they were stepping down in the world. But Mr. Gateworth stood his ground. “And, between you and me,” She leaned in confidentially. “ they get money from the their father’s company for the children every month. Maybe that makes the children’s presence a little more acceptable here to the Mrs., if you ask me”, she stated with final emphasis. “But” , her demeanor changed. “ Please bring them home. I think they’re the only chance for happiness in this house.”

Chapter Six

Miles Stone was on the way to his appointment. As much as this was not the best time for such things, he had reasons for keeping it. He still needed the person he was seeing to some extent. And there were other things that would work in his favor by keeping it. He loved the feel of the late model sports car he drove. And the countryside on the way to where he was going, was always pleasant. He pulled into the Country Lane Motel on the outskirts of Quince Orchard. He pulled into the parking space near the room number he was told to go to. He got out, chirped his car alarm, and knocked on the door. It was answered a minute later by Leila Gateworth.

A few miles away, sat an abandoned farm house. Lilly Gateworth was in the kitchen fixing lunch for her siblings. She was going to check with Ian to see if he was hungry. At least he was nice to them. And when he did the grocery shopping, he did try to get stuff they liked. His friend Burke on the other hand, they weren’t so sure about. And when he asked all the time where the book was, she was honest when she said she threw it on the ground. And she knew he had gone to look for it. But he didn’t find it yet apparently. She was hoping he wouldn’t. Had someone else picked it up? What did it matter. There was nothing to tie them to it, that she knew of. When she and Hill looked at it, all they could find were names they didn’t know, and numbers they didn’t know what they meant. What they did now, was that it had to be something important, and something not right. That’s probably why daddy’s business partner didn’t like them to be in the office. He acted like he didn’t like them much anyway. He tried to be nice when Uncle Stephen used to sometimes bring them. But she could tell. Hill told her all the time, she was “empathetic” or something like that. If only they had gotten to the police like they were trying to when Ian and Burke showed up. She was lost in her thoughts when Hill came in. “Whatcha doing?” she asked as she picked up a freshly made sandwich. “lunch”, she said. “Carmine is playing a game. He was playing with an action figure Ian picked up for him, when he went to the market. What’s Sasquatch up to”? “Sasquatch” was the nickname they gave to Burke due to his imposing size and looks. Lill nodded. “ I think he’s on the phone outside. Watch out. He looks mad. I don’t think he was able to reach who he’s trying to call.” Lill nodded. She had seen her and her and her brother and sister on the news that morning. It felt funny to be on the news again. That hadn’t happened since after their father died. Uncle Stephen looked so tired and afraid. She hoped they would go home soon. He was one of the few people who had been really nice to them since living there, besides Miss Georgia and Mr. Richard. She missed their father. She thought of his last days in the hospital, and the visits from Pastor David. She prayed every day they would be found. She knew their parents had to be watching over them. Did they know she, Hill and Carmine were in trouble now?

Later that afternoon, Leila reclined on the bed in a red nightie while Miles dressed. “Must you go back right now”, she pouted. While he had his back to her, Miles could read it in her voice. She was predictable for sure. Putting shoes on, he replied: “being gone for too long will get me noticed with what’s going on right now. It would do you well to remember the same about you” She put her wine glass on the bedside table next to her. With a catlike motion, she sat up and slid her arm around him. Leaning her head on his shoulder she said: “I just want this all to be over, and us to be together”, she sighed. Adjusting his tie, he said, “ more things need to fall into place. That book is key to all of it. “” Oh that stupid little book. What is so important about that thing” Leila’s voice came close to a whine. Miles turned sharply, and held her by the shoulders. “That “stupid little book” as you call it, holds the key to the future. There are quite a lot of things I cannot do without it. Not only that, those children can’t tell us where it is any more than the day I got them” “ I had a feeling those brats wouldn’t cooperate,” Leila stated flatly.” Well at least when we can really be together, they won’t be my problem anymore.” Miles stood, leaned over and kissed her briefly. “ You should probably leave in a few minutes”, he said. Give me time for my car to be gone.”

Morgan and Anthony returned to S & G Corp. They asked to speak to Rodger Yamamoto. He worked in the legal department. They discovered he had worked closely with Stephen Gateworth . “Thank you for seeing us” said Morgan. He shook hands with them. “Of course. Anything for Stephen. Those kids are his life now.” He hasn’t been the same anyway since his brother passed, even since he got sick for that matter.” Morgan asked: “ “So Mr. Yamamoto. Have you worked with Mr. Gateworth a long time?” “Even longer,” he said. We were at law school together. Do you know after graduation, he could have had his pick of firms, and top ones too. But his brother needed him. And that was enough. He invited me along. Since the Gateworth brothers wanted to do everything right and on the up and up, our department here was busy.” He sighed. “Were busy”, Anthony asked. I feel as though that was in the past tense. Anything happen in particular?” Rodger sighed. “Yeah. We did very well. And don’t get me wrong. We still are, at far as being well in the black.” He hesitated. “But after Stone came in in the scene, things changed. I’m not sure I should even tell you this. But, things changed in other ways. “Mr. Stone definitely had the contacts and other resources, that were helpful to Peter and Stephen. But to be honest, he was not always so concerned with the legal way to do things. Or if we barely got by in that department, it seemed fine with him. He and Stephen began butting heads on more and more issues. He even tried squeezing him out on some things. And Peter was getting more and more caught in the middle, as time went on. Then Peter got sick. Stephen hung in here as long as he could after that. He took a job with the DA’s office eventually. And that was it. He felt as though he couldn’t do anymore here. I think he trusted me to be here, and try to be the influence we need here in the legal department. Not only that, my presence is required for another reason. You may know or not, that the company has been paying the Stephen and Leila a monthly stipend for the children’s care from Peter’s share of the company. It was also their father’s wish that the children have individual trust funds to be theirs by age 21. While that is in his will, Miles is doing his best to stonewall that in court. Stephen can now at least concentrate on caring for the children. And I’m doing what I am able to here for them. ”Look, I know you’re doing your best to find those kids. But they are life and breath to Stephen now, and the one thing that keeps him going on.”

Anthony and Morgan were back in the office. Their work was cut out for them now. First, they looked into the background of Miles Stone. From the look of it, Mr. Stone’s identity only went so far, or at least as far as a couple of aliases he used in the past, along with his real name of Markus Stevens. Under this name, there were a few charges of fraud as well as other types of related infractions. There were a couple of these that he didn’t appear to show up in court for. Next, they looked at his current financials and spending habits. While Pete it appeared that Peter Gateworth gave himself a weekly salary for him and the children to live on when he was alive, Miles Stone showed large amounts of cash taken from the company at random times. In the past couple of months, there showed to be expenditures of jewelry, lingerie, and what looked to be more clandestine places to dine. There were also over a dozen motel charges for the Country Lane Motel in Quince Orchard. They still had not forgotten what the Gateworth housekeeper told them about Leila’s long afternoon “trips”. They looked at her cell phone records. Most were commonplace things to her, like the hairdresser, nail shop, and friends she had. The one thing looking suspicious were calls made on a regular basis to an identified burner phone. It was getting late. And Morgan’s phone pinged. Baylee and Trevor were doing make it yourself pizzas, another family tradition. She wanted to know when Morgan would be home, and what she wanted on hers. Pineapple and ham if we still have it. Thank you sweetie. Will be home in an hour or so. Sorry. We have one more lead to look into before we call it a night. “Baylee wrote back. “Trev is fine. He just got done putting his pizza toppings on. Now, he’s back to his book. Talk about being obsessed, Lol. “

Morgan and Anthony drove to the Country Lane Motel. The desk clerk was a young man in his twenties, sporting a t shirt with the current band in popularity and a knit cap. When asked for video footage on the dates they indicated, the gentleman went as far as to apply what he knew of the law based on the current crime shows he probably watched, while asking for a warrant. To this, Morgan told him he could insist if he didn’t mind being brought up on “hindering the investigation of a kidnapping” charges. Funny how quickly cooperation came after that. Sure enough, the footage showed both Leila Gateworth and Miles Stone entering a motel room, and leaving a few hours later. Of course, one would get there and leave a few minutes ahead of the other. But they were still caught dead to rights. If they were having an affair, would they also be in cahoots regarding the children’s disappearance. They could see that Leila Gateworth was about as maternal as a bowl of gelatin, and the housekeeper said flat out she didn’t want a family. But they were both surprised that the aunt couldn’t at least “fake it to make it” as the expression goes, it meant some of the former lifestyle she enjoyed coming back with the money they brought in for their care. If Miles only saw them as additional people he didn’t want to share the wealth with, had he promised her something for her help in getting rid of them if that was the plan. If so, what was it? Morgan sighed and texted Baylee again. “Sorry sweetie. Long night. Will be home later than I thought.” She wrote back. “That’s ok Mom. Will leave yours in the oven. A new lead? Is it about the kids you’re trying to find?’ Baylee understood right away, Morgan was happy and impressed. “ Yes to both things Sweetie. Will see you as soon as I can. Thank you so much for your help. I couldn’t do it without you.” Baylee sent back two heart imogis in reply.

Upon their return to the office, they set about bringing in Leila Gateworth and Miles Stone for questioning. They weren’t sure they had enough to arrest them on yet. But at least, they could try and see what they could get with this approach. In the woods of Maryland, most people knew something interesting might come out, if you shake the bush hard enough.

Chapter Seven

Miles Stone left the office that evening. It was a little bit of a late night, due to an overseas teleconference. He was on the road a short while deciding to check in on Burke for progress on the book, when his phone pinged. He hoped it was him. It was from Leila. What did she want now. He saw her already, just to get her off his back for a while. Apparently, she didn’t seem to understand the idea of laying low for now. He was thankful at least, she only had the number to his burner phone. He picked it up and read it. “Baby, the Feds want to talk to me. I’m on the way to their office now. What do I do?” Swearing, he threw down the phone. It was ok though. He knew what he had to do now.

Leila sat in the interrogation room looking as she had the other day, like she better places to be. The only difference was she looked a little nervous this time. Anthony and Morgan entered the room. “Thank you for coming in Mrs. Gateworth,” Anthony said pleasantly. We appreciate that it’s kind of late in the day. But a few things have come up, that maybe you can fill in the blanks for us.” “Sure. Whatever I can do to help.”, Leila replied. “Leila, do you mind first of all if we call you that?”, Anthony asked. At her nod in the affirmative he replied, “ We spoke to the headmistress at the children’s school today, Mrs. Rubens I believe. “ He consulted his notes. “When we spoke to her today, she told us she had called the house at around 11:30 that morning, to find out why they were not at school. And you told us, you were not aware of their disappearance until about 3 that afternoon. That’s a big discrepancy.” Leila looked for a minute as though she had slapped. Then she regained her composure. “Yes. That is when Richard called to let me know they weren’t there”, she said. “But, the school may have called that morning. But if they left the message on our house answering machine, I wouldn’t have seen it. I use my cell phone, and hardly ever use the one to the house. As for the machine, either Stephen or the housekeeper get those messages. Hardly are they ever for me anyway,” she said with a shrug. “Well the housekeeper told us a different story”, said Morgan. “Some other things seem a little irregular here to us. For example, we know you have been having an affair with Miles Stone. There is video footage of you and him seeing one another at the Country Lane Motel. “ Leila’s composure was slipping, although she did her best to keep it together. “And so what if we are? having an affair”, she demanded. Stephen and I haven’t been close for years. I feel that hardly makes me a kidnapper”. She sat back with her arms folded. “Anthony interjected, “Some things about Miles Stone have come to our attention as well.” For one, we know that he has little to no interest in sharing their father’s half of the corporation with his children. You and your husband are fortunate to get the monthly stipend you do each month for them. Not only that, Miles has had quite a “history” if you will prior to coming to S & G. Seems to me the man you’ve been involved with has many secrets. And how many of them has he shared with you.” He thought for a minute. “Look, the immediate problem, is getting those kids back safely. And if we find that you did have anything to do with their kidnapping, you can look forward to lots of federal time. And you had better pray they haven’t been hurt. If so, it could go a lot worse for you.” He stood up. “Think about it,” he said. Then he left. Morgan watched him go, then turned toward Leila. “Look. It’s just you and me. We can now talk “woman to woman” if you will. I understand how you feel. Miles is a magnetic kind of guy. I’ve met him. And well.” She shrugged. “And if things haven’t been exciting for you and the hubby in the romance department, I can hardly blame you.” She leaned forward. Did he promise you something for your help Leila? Is it money ? We also know the salary your hubby now commands, has probably taken a nose dive since leaving the family company. Is he taking up the slack there, or has he simply promised to “take you away from it all someday?” Leila sat as though in thought. The she finally spoke. “Look, she said. He never told me he was going to hurt those kids. They had something of his. And he wanted it back. That’s all. I only told him where they went to school, and when they were dropped off in the morning. He promised he would send them back home after he got what he wanted.” She sniffed, and in a small voice she said: “he also said he would take care of me forever”. She put her face in her hands. Morgan looked at her phone. “ Will he?”, she asked. “ I got information from another agent right now, saying it looks like he’s cleared out his bank account, which leads me to believe that someone may have warned him. I don’t know. But it looks like he might be leaving you to face the sad music. Some loyalty that is. Wouldn’t you say?” Leila looked drained and defeated. Now, she might be ready for the next question, Morgan thought. “Tell me about this book Miles was looking for. What do you know about it?” Leila took a minute to pull herself back together before answering. “He only said that it had some information in it, important to the future.” She then had a truly lost look. “I guess he only meant his, huh”

Miles after seeing Leila’s text, drove to a storage unit he kept for “emergencies”. Inside, was a nondescript gray sedan. He packed it with things he also kept in the unit for eventualities, including spare cash, bottled water, secondary ID, spare clothing also of a nondescript nature, and a few other items. He should have enough to make it to the Canadian border. If he had to stop somewhere, he knew how to keep under the radar. He had done it before. He picked up the burner phone. One last item of business to attend to. He called Burke with last minute instructions.

The Gateworth children were watching T.V. in the makeshift living room. It had been weird seeing their faces on the news again, as they had when their father died. It brought back that memory for Lilly. She said a little prayer, they would get to go home. She missed Uncle Steven and Georgia. She had always been kind to them. Aunt Leila seemed nice, but wasn’t sure if she wanted them there. If their parents were in heaven, she knew they were watching over them. She heard Burke’s phone ring. Then she heard him silent for a while. Then he said: “Sure boss. If that’s what you want us to do.” A few min later, he and Ian entered the room. They put the same cloth bags over their heads, as they had when they took them. All the while, Ian kept asking, “where are we taking them? They’re only kids.” “And that’s the problem with you baby brother, snarled Burke. Pa always said you were soft”. Ice cold fear gripped Lilly’s heart. She gripped both her siblings hands. Carmine started to cry. “It’s ok Buddy”, Lilly reassured him despite her own fear.

Morgan finally arrived home. She was exhausted, yet pleased with the progress made. She was glad their hunch about Miles and Leila. She was being booked for Accessory to Kidnapping, when she left the headquarters. As of last notification, Miles was on the run. Canadian Border Patrol had been notified, as well as agents being posted at Regan National, Washington Dulles, and BWI, in case he tried to leave that way. He may be traveling under another ID. Hopefully they would find him. Her main worry was still the children though. She prayed, he hadn’t done anything to them in a last act of desperation. Baylee came downstairs and gave her a hug. Then she brought out her pizza from the oven. As she munched her food and filled Baylee in on what she could, a text came in. It was from Jerry at the Bureau. “The kids have been found”, it said.

Miles having taken care of the children, moved on to the next step. He was a little disappointed it had come to this. But he was also glad to have been prepared. It kind of eliminated other steps he didn’t want to take if the book had been recovered. For one, what do with those kids. He couldn’t have them going home, and blabbing to their uncle about his book, especially since they found it in his office. He could have some of his associates help them disappear. He knew Donovan would not help him there. But there were others. Secondly, there was the issue of Leila. Sure, she was more than helpful in helping him locate the children when he needed them. And sure, she had her particular “attractions” he enjoyed as well. But what she had to offer there, could be obtained in any variety or other ways in the world. With that little book in hand, the world would have especially been his. He also had no plan for dealing with Leila if she were to find out his future plans did not include her. That would have made her a loose end when the time came. Maybe it wasn’t too late to try and recover that book. However, he would have to “come clean” to some of the people in it, to enlist their aid in its retrieval.

Morgan took a long hot shower, and prepared to turn in the night. Tomorrow would be another long day. The children had been found. An unidentified called notified local police, they were at the Drive n Go Gas Station and Mini Mart in Quince Orchard. The children were in the ladies rest room. They were scared to death understandably, but unharmed. They were taken to the local hospital for observation. When pronounced healthy, they would go home with their uncle. Jerry would notify her the next day where they would be, so she could talk to them. Knowing they were found and safe, was a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders indeed. Now she could really relax for the night. Before turning in though, she went to her children’s rooms. This was a ritual of hers sometimes at night while they slept, especially late nights at work. She went in to Baylee’s room first. She pulled the covers a little more over her as she slept. She gently removed the headphones from over her ears. She planted a light kiss on her forehead, as when she was little. That was another thing she liked about these moments. When kids get to be a certain age, certain tokens of affection were often too “mushy” for them. Next, she went to Trevor’s room. He was sound asleep in his bed complete with Star Wars sheet and comforter set. He slept on his side, holding onto his pillow. She leaned over, and smoothed the hair from his forehead before giving him a kiss. He didn’t have his book. Did he take it to bed with him. She looked down. It lay on the floor next to the bed. It must have slid down, after he fell asleep. She reached down quickly, and snatched it up.

Chapter Eight

The next day, Anthony was at the his favorite coffee place on the way to the office. Ironically, his favorite drink there was the Chai tea. And he turned Morgan onto the dark chocolate iced drink with whipped cream. Again, containing no coffee. She was not a big fan of that. But this drink, was a good compromise. He was balancing the tray with the cups on it, when his cell phone pinged. Speak of the devil. “Omg,” she wrote. “Was up all night.” You’re not going to believe what I found. It’s a gold mine. Will show you when we get to the office. I almost called you at 5 this morning. See you soon.” Anthon looked at the “coffees” in his tray. “Good call”, he thought.

Morgan was there when he arrived at the office. “This book, if it’s the one Leila talked about yesterday, has been under our noses the whole time.” At her partner’s quizzical look, “Literally” she said. My kid found it while walking home from school a few days ago, at around the time the Gateworth kids disappeared. And,” she emphasized, “I found out their school is not far from where my kids attend school. If this is the same book. It would explain why they found it walking home. I wonder if that spot is near where they were snatched.” She looked at her watch. “Reminds me. Boss said the kids were still at Suburban Hospital, if we would like to talk to them now.”

A little while later, they sat in the hospital waiting room with Lilly, Hillary, and Carmine. With the press being all over the place already, it was a miracle they got in without incident. The children seemed by all appearances ok in the physical sense, considering what they had been through. They seemed well fed, and not showing the usual signs of dehydration sometimes found in kidnapping victims. And their health checked out all right in general. Carmine held a toy action figure in his hands, that apparently one of the kidnappers had given oddly enough. Ian was his name, the children said. Carmine had gotten a bit upset when it was taken from to be dusted for prints. There was a slim chance they could get decent ones from that one of the pair. But it was worth a shot. At any rate, the boy was overjoyed when his new toy got returned to him. Lilly, one of the girls did say that he had been the nicer one of the two. Burke who they called “Sasquatch”. Both agents had to laugh behind their hands at that one. Thank heaven the experience hadn’t soured the children’s sense of humor apparently. They didn’t have much to tell. They were blindfolded in transit to and from where they were held. Burke was on his phone for a while every other day, supposedly to communicate with whoever his boss was. And before they were taken to the gas station, they were blindfolded again. And when they got to the place where they were left off, Ian put Carmine’s action figure in his hands. His las words were: “ Take care buddy. Stay cool”. Then they left. Since they were found in Quince Orchard, it would stand to reason, their place of captivity wasn’t far away from there. A group of agents had already been dispatched to find what resembled an “old house” by the children’s description. At least that could be dusted for prints if they were lucky. Other than that, the children had been fed ok, that they were told. In fact, Ian seemed to go out of his way to make the children comfortable. Anthony half wondered if that’s why he had given Carmine the toy. Was he secretly wanting to get caught. The girls looked like they had something more to add to the narrative. They looked at each other briefly before Hillary spoke. “Well, we didn’t tell you the reason they took us.” “And what would that be sweetie”, Morgan asked. “Well,” said Hill, We had a book from our uncle’s office. And he wanted it back. But when he took us, I got rid of it already. I threw it on the ground before he put me in the van. Morgan brightened. It was her and Anthony’s turn to look at each other. Morgan held out the black book to her. “Would this be the one?” she asked.

Morgan texted Baylee. “Chinese tonight from our favorite place. Lots to celebrate”. Trevor’s book, dynamite. Will fill you in when I get home. “. That was one of Trevor’s favorite foods in the world. The book was looked at. And sure enough, it led to offshore accounts that Miles had set up for crime families from D.C. to Detroit. There even looked to be some internationally known syndicates as well. Miles speaking of which, was still at large though. Would they nab him. They would have loved to, just nail him for the kidnapping. And the wanted to catch him before he had the chance to “set up shop” somewhere else. Breaking the case as much as they had, already drew the admiration of the Bureau, and possible promotions for the pair. But as long as they could still work together why bust up a winning team, was their feeling. As they were eating celebratory lunch from their favorite D.C. deli, they were told they had a visitor. In walked a grateful and happy Stephen Gateworth.

Chapter Nine

In a motel room, Miles watched the television. It showed the same return of the Gateworth children. Even if they discussed the book with anyone, not having in their possession would be useless to anyone. Having heard the important stuff, he concentrated on putting a meal together. Then it was a drink to relax him, then an early night. He wanted to be on the road early if he could. He had already changed his appearance. His normally silver hair was now black. He just finished pouring the scotch into the glass from the bathroom, when he heard something on the television. Damn! There it was. He was screwed. He wished his ears were deceiving him. But they weren’t. The reporter was stating there were possible ties of the S & G Corp CEO to organized crime. He had relaxed, because he thought he was only being sought for the kidnapping. Was it on account of his book. If so, how did they get ahold of it. The children clearly did not have it, while Burke and Ian had them. And they had apparently gone through all of those kids’ backpacks. Maybe he should have made them disappear, as he originally planned. He just didn’t see the sense in hurting them, if it wouldn’t have made the book magically appear anyway. The burner phone on his night table pinged. “Call me” was the message. He hoped it wasn’t anything to do with the news. But he had the sinking feeling it did.

That evening, tales of what happened were told around the Graham dinner table. At least what could be shared with the children was. Anthony had also been included on the family dinner celebration. Morgan also wanted Anthony present when she shared additional exciting news. Stephen Gateworth and the children wanted to meet Morgan’s family, since they had played the part that they had in the case. In fact, the Gateworth family had a special surprise for them when the time came. Trevor wasn’t quite sure what had put him into the spotlight, and he missed his book. Anthony and Morgan explained that “important people at her job needed it for a little while”. She hoped he would eventually find something else to turn his attention to. The chances of getting it back for him felt nonexistent to her right now. Anthony played one of his favorite video games with him, to focus his mind on something else, while Morgan and Baylee cleaned the kitchen. Anthony left not long after. Tomorrow would be another crazy day.

Later that evening Miles felt a little better, but not much. The person he had to speak to, was far from happy with the missing book. But at least he did offer a solution to the problem. It felt a little “messy” for Miles’s personal taste. But right now, it was either other people or him.

The following afternoon, Baylee and Trevor came home from school. Trevor was ready for a snack, as his usual at this time. Melanie and the others were coming over soon, and she wanted to have it done as quickly as she could. She reached in the refrigerator for one of the containers. She hoped it was broccoli and beef, the one he liked best. As she closed the door, she felt someone standing near her. She was about to get after Trevor and tell him to wait a minute, when she was a man with a gun. “Hello Baylee. You look like a smart young lady. Where is your brother?”

Melanie, Ashlynn, and Natalie were walking up the sidewalk to Baylee’s house when they saw them leaving with two rather large men they hadn’t seen before. They were about to say something, when Baylee started talking first. “Oh hi. I forgot our uncles are taking us out today.” At their confused looks, Baylee went on, “ Yeah. We’re going for pizza. I’m getting mine with extra mushrooms.” Baylee hated those things. Looking at each other, the girls said, “Catch you at school tomorrow. Enjoy your pizza.

Morgan was following up on the prints that came back from the action figure. They belonged to an Ian Winters. He and his older brother Burke had been in the foster care system after their father’s arrest for armed robbery . Mother died prior to that of a drug overdose. After “graduation” from foster care, their career included a few counts of petty theft and related crimes. Morgan wondered if this accounted for the soft spot that Ian held for Carmine Gateworth. This looked like their first kidnapping. She also wondered how a guy like Miles Stone made their acquaintance, when her cell phone pinged. It was from Baylees’ friend Mel. “Call me!’ was all it said. Baylee said she was coming over today. Why was she calling her. She dialed her number. Mel picked it up on the first ring. “ Miss Morgan, I think Bay and Trev are in trouble. We went over there when we told her we would. We didn’t even get to the door before we saw them coming out the door with two scary looking men, and I do mean scary. Baylee was smiling. But it was fake. I should know. I’ve seen it lots of times, like when a guy talks to her at school that she isn’t all that into but is only being nice. But the look was even more weird. Then she tells us she forgot their uncles were coming over today, and taking them out for pizza. Then she said something really strange. She told me she was going to have lots of mushrooms on hers. And she’s thought they were gross since, like first grade when I first knew her.” “I know, since birth” said Morgan. They were in danger. “mushroom” was the agreed upon safe word if anything unusual came up. Morgan thanked Mel and reassured her as best as she could, and hung up promising to keep her posted. “Oh Miss Morgan. I took a picture of the license plate for the van I think they went into. I took it as fast as I could, before they could see us. Will send it to you.”

Morgan began running the plate. If these were indeed kidnappers, they would probably have the foresight to use a vehicle not belonging to them. But she had to act fast. As it was, she felt grateful Baylee’s friends came upon them, and saw what they had. She was in the process of running the plates when her cell phone pinged again. Was it Mel calling back with something else she remembered. It came from an unknown number this time. She clicked on it. Her heart nearly dropped to the bottom of her shoes. There was first, a picture of Trevor tied up, sitting in a chair. The next frame was Baylee. The text underneath read: “ You have something of ours. And I think you know what it is. No cops at all. And I mean NO cops. Stay in touch for instructions.”

Miles stopped for gas at an out of the way gas station. But to be on the safe side, he wore his cap pulled over his forehead as much as possible. Although he felt better about the possible outcome of his book, he still knew not to take chances concerning escape. He paid for his gas, and finished at the pump. When he got in the car, he noticed another text. This was from another of his “patrons” that he didn’t want to discuss this latest state of affairs with. Might as well get this over with before getting back on the road. He dialed. “Yeah”, said the voice on the other end. Miles said: “ I was going to call you about that. And no need to worry. The situation is being handled as we speak. “How”, asked the other voice. “Let’s just say one of my other people have something belonging to one of the feds in charge, that she would want back real bad. The other person hesitated before answering. “it had better not be kids. You know how I feel about that.” “We do what we need to get the job done. If you want results, we have no choice.” Was Miles’ reply before he hung up.

Anthony and Morgan were hunched over their computers when Morgan’s phone rang. It said: “ I now have your instructions. In two hours, bring the book to Rock Creek Park, south side, near the Maryland border entrance. Wait there for further instructions. The people I work for cannot stress enough that they do not want more cops, if you want to see your children alive.” “Wait”, Morgan said. Put Baylee on the phone. I need to know they’re ok. “ A minute later, she heard a rather subdued Baylee say “Hello Mom?” Right away, she wanted the regular outspoken Baylee She said into the phone, “It’s ok sweetie. It’s almost over. How’s Trev?” Baylee assured her he was ok, aside from being scared. “I will be there soon. It will be ok”, said Morgan near to tears. “We have this partner” Anthony mouthed the words as she hung up the phone.

Baylee had fallen asleep partly from exhaustion, and partly from stress. She relived the She woke suddenly. She looked over at her brother. He was asleep. She was glad. The less of this nightmare he had to actually experience until their mother arrived, was for the best. She heard shouts, then gunfire. A minute later, she heard footsteps. She tensed immediately, not knowing what to expect. A large man different from the others, untied her then Trevor. An older man with a dark coat, and blonde hair with friendly blue eyes appeared. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is James Donovan. But my friends call me Jimmy. Your mother must be Special Agent Graham”.

Miles was back on the road, getting closer to the Canadian Border. It was about two glorious hours away, according to the road signs. With a little bit of luck now, the other problem will be solved. Lester, another “associate” from the book could be as ruthless as he was efficient. However, he knew with her children in his possession, Special Agent Graham would deal, not a lot of questions asked. He was driving along lost in further thought, when his burner phone pinged. He pulled over to the side, and looked at it. Speak of the devil himself, “We have a problem. Call me,” was all it said.

Morgan drove to the area of Rock Creek Park, she was directed to. She was by herself. Anthony was not far behind, blending right in as a jogger for an evening run. The couple holding hands on the bench and kissing intermittently and the young man on roller blades enjoying the music on his head phones, were part of the current park atmosphere. Morgan parked the car, and scooped up her cell phone. As if on cue, it pinged. The text told her which path to follow. She walked to the end of it, and stopped waiting for further instructions. “Go to the repair shed around the corner. What happened here? There was what appeared to be a body, with a tarp draped over it. Another one lay a few more feet away. Scared beyond belief, she broke into a run. She reached the shed and stepped in. The sight that greeted her, she would never expect in a million lifetimes. Baylee and Trevor were both seated at a makeshift table eating. There were three men of the type that Morgan had the misfortune of dealing with in her job, on a regular basis. They were standing nearby, enjoying the same pizza the kids were. Seated at the table also, was one she recognized immediately, from the many pictures she had seen of the man. Upon seeing her, he stood and extended his hand. “At last we meet in person. James Donovan, a pleasure Agent Graham.”

Anthony ran the same path that Morgan followed, without looking like he was on the same trail. A few minutes later, he saw the covered cadavers Morgan had. Immediately, he took the revolver from the waist band of his shorts. He entered the shed area, he hoped Morgan had gone into. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Morgan sat a table with her children. Trevor sat on her lap, while Baylee lay with her head on her shoulder every so often. “Ah, Agent Kawahara”, a pleasure to meet you too. I wondered when you would show up,” as “Jimmy the Don” as he would always think of him, came forward. He clapped his hands together. “ I know you must have many questions. First of all, I found out from our mutual “acquaintance” who had the children. Let’s just say, I took care of business myself, with the help of my very good friends, Chuck, Tony, and Dimitri here.” He indicated the three men near the table. I knew all of their fathers. We’re all from the same neighborhood. In fact, Tony’s papa runs the place where the pizza here was made. Have some if you like. I intervened for a few reasons. One, I don’t believe in hurting children for any reason. Civilized adults don’t do that. Compromise I believe, can always be reached among rational adults. And when I realized our mutual acquaintance Mr. Stone didn’t feel the same way, I knew I don’t do business with him anymore. And, he gestured to Trevor. That is one amazing kid you have there, Agent Graham. Just out of his head, he was able to provide the information I needed from the item that others are desperately seeking from you. My kid brother David is also autistic. But in those days, people just referred to him as “different”. Mom and Pops loved us, don’t get me wrong. And they both worked hard to take care of our family. But they didn’t always know what to do with Davey. And his teachers didn’t either. Your kid has a memory like no one’s business. My brother can play piano like you wouldn’t believe. That was the one thing, he was always the best at. I promised our parents I would always look after him. In fact, he has a concert coming up. They would be so proud. To me, he’s the true success story in our family. Back to our mutual problem, Mr. Stone is the not the sort I do business with, and I no longer have need of his services for want of a better word. This is where the compromise comes in. I can give you information on him that might be useful. I can also tell where I believe he might be headed. In exchange, I hope this concludes any additional dealings I might have with your office.” He extended his hand. “Any other assistance I can lend, let me know.”

The very tired Graham family, and Anthony sat around the kitchen table having Trevor’s favorite ice cream fudge ripple, and talked about the events of the evening. Stirring the ice cream in her bowl Morgan complimented Baylee on her fast thinking after they were taken from the house. “Well,” Baylee said before taking a bite; “I wasn’t sure what to do at first. The man with the gun scared the crap out of me. I would have tried the self-defense moves you taught me Mom. But the other guy had Trevor, and I had him to think about too. Then Mel and the others showed up. I played it off as best as I could, while letting them know we were in trouble. I was really scared for them. I didn’t want them to get hurt either for trying to help us. And, I was so hoping you remembered my “in trouble” word of “mushrooms”. “Extremely well done sweetie”, as Morgan squeezed her hand. “ I second that’, said Anthony. I believe your girl has the makings of a fine detective”. “Actually law school is where she’s headed for now”, Morgan interjected. “Speaking of such,” said Anthony. “Don’t forget, we have dinner with the Gateworth’s next week.” He looked around the table, “With the children”.

Epilogue

One Year Later

It was a warm, spring day. The Gateworth house was full of guests this afternoon. They were celebrating the twin’s birthday. Georgia had been busy two days before, preparing every treat she knew the kids liked. As many offers as she had to help, she worked best in her kitchen alone. Just seeing the children happy, and Mr. Stephen smile again were her reward. And the new friends they made that were here today, made the difference.

Baylee sat at the patio table outside with Hillary and Lilly, explaining high school to them, as they would be entering that world next fall. They had questions for her all at once, about things like clubs, clothes, and boys, and not particularly in that order. Stephen was at the barbecue grilling a large variety of meats. He was also listening to the conversation about “boys”, while trying not to look like he was. Well, he was now officially raising teenagers. And that went with the territory, he supposed. Morgan helped him navigate this “new and exciting world of being a parent” as she would say with a smile. He turned to the girls at the table. “Hey ladies, do you mind telling the boys soup is almost on.” Baylee turned toward the back door. “Hey Trev, Carmine, food is almost done.” “ He could have done that”, said Morgan as she came out the door with a salad that she put on the buffet table. A few minutes later, Carmine and Trevor came outside. Anthony and Richard followed behind. Anthony was a new addition to Trevor and Carmine’s video game duo. Richard was trying his hand at it. He still didn’t completely understand the controls. But the boys were patient teachers. As soon as everyone was assembled, they said grace, made their plates and ate.

The Gateworth children had been found, along with the black book that had tied S & G Corp to organized crime. The Bureau was still in the process of unraveling everything. Miles Stone was finally arrested as he crossed into Canada. Leila Gateworth plead guilty to her charges. But she was given a reduced sentence, for her confession of what Miles planned to do. Stephen helped with her legal expenses, but divorced her for her role in the kidnapping of his brother’s children. The real big changes came for the Graham family. Since Trevor had found the famous “book”, was the true hero of the day. An although agents of the bureau could not accept ‘gifts”, Stephen Gateworth felt appreciative nonetheless. He set up trust funds for both Baylee and Trevor were set up with trust funds to come into fruition when they were twenty one. Not only that Stephen enjoyed meeting the Graham children, and liked their influence on now his nieces and nephew, He also enjoyed the friendship that he and Morgan were cultivating. And that’s all it was for now. He was still coming out of a divorce. And she was still mourning the husband she lost, he knew. But he knew she enjoyed the company they shared as well. There were the beginnings of a “spark” between them. But neither were in a hurry for more at this point. And that was more than all right for now.