Xavier knew that this would be too much for her.  He left Dwight in the kitchen while he and Sierra went into the bedroom.  She needed to lay down for a little while to process this information that she had just received. "I will just be in the kitchen if you need me."  He was trying to make her realize that she could trust him."I don't know what I will need but I will keep that in mind.  Thank you."  She replied absent mindedly before laying down.Xavier couldn't help the hurt her felt at her distrust.  He quickly shut the door and headed to the kitchen.  Dwight was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he entered the room.  "I thought that I told you to take it easy on her!"  Xavier snapped, more irritated than he thought.Dwight looked at him guiltily.  "I know, I know, I'm sorry.  I just couldn't resist, she just looks so much like my sister that it shocked me!  I miss her so very much

It won't be long now before I can implement my plan!  Brent was starting to get edgy, he told Mack that he wouldn't call until eight o'clock in the evening.  He glanced at the clock on the wall, DAMN it's only five thirty!  Patience was definitely an issue for him, he had some but it has been worn very, very thin!  He had to calm down before he lost control.  He looked at Madison, the thought's rolling around in his mind made the edginess grow.  He knew of only one for sure way to calm him down and kill some time!  It's time to go trolling!"I'm heading out for a little while, you won't be able to escape so don't even try."  When he shut the door he snapped the padlock shut.  He went up the long flight of stairs that led into the kitchen.  He grabbed a quick bite to eat, looking around he liked the fact that nobody would ever guess that he lived here.  It wasn't leased to anyone, it was an eloquent four story pla

Cheryl and Mack were waiting on pins and needles for eight o'clock to roll around.  By the time the phone rang it was eight fifteen.  Before he could answer the phone the officer in charge had to set up a trace.  Once the trace was in place he quickly answered.  "Hello?""I presume that you've received the photographs that I sent you."  His voice was calm and calculating."Yes, we have received the photos.  What do you want from us?"  Mack's voice trembled with anger every time he spoke."It's very simple, I want your partner for your daughter's life."  He sounded very smug."I thought that you already had Sierra.  We received a text message from Sierra's phone saying that we had a limited amount of time to find her."  Mack had a bad feeling that continued to grow in the pit of his stomach."Well it was meant to serve a purpose and it worked quite well if I do say so myself.  I needed time to c

"Xavier, before we start I need to call Mack again."  She was reaching for the phone when he grabbed her hand."No.  You need to focus, we have to track him together because you are not strong enough to try this by yourself."  He held her gaze and hoped that she would understand that he was serious. "How can you help me track him?  You don't have a connection with him."  She didn't understand."Actually I have a connection with you and you have a connection with him.  Our connection has been established ever since you were born."  He went into the back room and grabbed his jacket while she grabbed hers off the back of the couch.  "In order for us to get all the details on tracking him we need to speak with the Tribe."They entered the basement and walked over to a wall with symbols written in chalk.  The symbols looked almost like hyroglifics.  She stared in amazement.  "Wow that is very cool."

When Brent finally checked on Madison, he found that she was curled up in a ball apparently asleep.  He went back upstairs and grabbed her something to eat and a glass of water, then he headed back downstairs.  He placed the food and water near where she slept.  He sat down and waited for her to wake up.  After a few minutes she stirred and sat up, looking at the food, suspiciously.He chuckled.  "I haven't poisoned it so you can eat it."  He was just sitting and watching her."How do I know that you haven't poisoned it?  Why are you covered in blood?!  Have you called my parents?  Are you going to torture me?"  Madison had to keep herself talking so she didn't freak out.  She had to stay level headed, which is what her daddy taught her to do.  She missed him so much!"I don't want you dead so I haven't poisoned it but if you aren't hungry I can just take it back.  I have a little project to work o