"Why are you investigating the rapes now?" asked a tall good-looking blond man. "It's too late to prosecute."

"The man is my father," Joe said. "He raped my mother."

"Leaving it a bit late to find him, don't you think?" Bledsoe asked.

"I just found out," Joe stated.

"He does look like me," said the blond, looking down at Joe.

"Who's your mother?" Bledsoe demanded.

"Doesn't matter," said the blond. "I didn't know my victims anyway."

"You?" Joe asked, gazing at the man wide-eyed.

"Jeff Blevins at your service," he replied with a slight bow. "So you're my son," he said with a grin. "Wasn't easy to find me, I know. I even outwitted the New York City Police Department. You must be pretty smart," he added, ruffling Joe's hair.

"What do you want to do with him?" Bledsoe asked Blevins.

"I think he should become a part of the family," Blevins replied. "He is my son so he must have inherited something from me," he added, causing Joe to wince.

"Very well," Bledsoe said. "He must go through the same initiation as you did."

"Initiation?" Joe asked fearfully.

"Yeah," Blevins said, untying Joe's bonds. "I had to rape every woman they brought me. Of course," he added with a fond smile, "after a bit, I went out and chose my own."

"You raped twelve women for an initiation?" Joe demanded in disbelief. "Initiation into what?"
"Bledsoe's crime family," Blevins replied. "And I only raped nine women. Tanya and Sarah weren't really raped. I was brought four women for my initiation and I took five more on my own before I got married," he explained. He helped Joe to his feet. "Now, allow me to introduce you to Craig and Mike. They will keep you company until you've passed phase one of your initiation."

"What if I don't pass?" Joe asked.

"Then you die," Bledsoe answered him. "Take him," he ordered Craig and Mike. They each took one of Joe's arms and escorted him out of the room and upstairs. Bledsoe looked at Blevins. Why don't you choose your son's first victim?" he suggested, then turned and left Blevins alone.

"Hi Mom," Frank said into the receiver. "No, we haven't found Joe yet. He paused while she spoke. "Dad's gone to headquarters to talk with Chief Peterson about questioning Davis. I'm going over to Whitman's. Maybe Joe went back to see him."

"Be careful," Laura said. "And Frank," she added, "bring Joe home."

"We will," he promised and hung up. He headed over to Whitman's but found no one home so he went to the police station to see if there had been any luck with Davis.

"Davis still denies all the rapes," Fenton told Frank. "I believe him."

"What about Bledsoe?" Frank asked, remembering the conversation he and Joe had with the man.

"What about him?" Fenton demanded.

"He said Sarah had married Jeff Blevins," Frank replied. "He also said Joe looked like Blevins."

"Maybe Blevins was the rapist," Chief Peterson remarked. "Do you think Joe figured that out?"

"It's a place to start," Fenton said. "There is also another explanation," he added. When Frank and Chief Peterson looked at him, he continued. "If Bledsoe called Blevins after your visit and found out you weren't who you claimed to be..."

"He may have kidnapped Joe to find out why we were there," Frank finished for him, looking sick. "Let's get over there now!"

"Daddy's here," Mike said to Joe with a laugh as the door opened and Blevins and a young woman with a blindfold on entered the room. She was gagged and her hands had been tied behind her back. Her long black hair was half-hanging from the bun in which it had been placed earlier. Blevins pushed her onto the bed.

"Okay Son, here's the deal," Blevins said to Joe quietly so the woman could not hear. "Sarah and I never had any children and I really want a son, but if you don't do some damage to her then not only does she die, so do you. Follow me?" he asked. Joe swallowed and nodded. "Good. You've got one hour in which to play, then we'll be back in here. Be a man," he ordered, then he, Craig and Mike left the room.