"I’m fine," Vicki said, "They haven’t done anything to me."

"Where are you," he asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"No," Vicki replied, "All I know is that I’m in this small room. Dad, what do they want from you?"

"I don’t know," her dad replied, "but I’ll do anything to get you back."

"Don’t," Vicki answered, "I don’t want anything happening because you gave them something of worth to them. Please don’t do it." Suddenly, the phone was yanked away from Vicki.

"Listen," the man said, "Either we get want we want or you’ll regret it. We want the other papers from the delivery you had your daughter make. Then you can have her back."

"No," Vicki said, "If you give it to them, they’ll be getting what they want."

"There’s more," the man said, "We want cash too and plenty of it. I understand you and your wife are both lawyers. Pay a fair price too and she’ll be back home."

"I’m afraid I can’t do that," Mr. Silver said, "You see, none of the other papers are finalized yet. There’s no way I can get them to you. Also, I don’t have a fair price to offer you."

"Than you’ll never find your daughter," the man said, "You see, we’re not even in the state and you’ll never find where we are."

"I’m sorry," Mr. Silver said, "I don’t have anything to give to you." Vicki knew that her father had caught on. There was no way she would pass up a chance to get these guys arrested. If she got handed back, she’d never catch them.

"Thanks dad," Vicki whispered to herself, before the phone was thrown back in her direction, "Dad, don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

"I wouldn’t count on it," the man said into the phone and hung up. He turned to her then, "Do you really think you can get out of this? No one is going to find you out here."

Vicki only glared at him until he left the room. When he had finally gone, she looked around the room. It was a light gray color and a single light shone inside. There were no windows and no light filtered inside. The only source she had was the light on the ceiling, which was growing dim already.

Around the same time, Frank and Joe landed at the airport in Maine. C. J. had called ahead and had a cab waiting. They had no idea how long they would be in Sport. Joe took his cell phone and dialed C. J’s number. She picked up.

"C. J," Joe asked, "We just arrived and are heading over right now. I just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks," C. J. said back, "I’m glad you could come back and help. Everything’s so different without Vicki around. I don’t know what to do next."

"It’s okay," Joe reassured her, "We’ll find the people responsible for this in no time. We can only hope that they need her for something."

"That’s what I’m hoping," C. J. agreed, "There must be some reason why they took her. I’m thinking that they wanted the papers she was delivering."

"I agree," Joe said, "We’ll be right there, okay? Have the paper out so we can look at it. Bye."

"Bye," C. J. said and hung up. She had a lot to think about. What was in those papers that someone would go through all this? How did they know that Vicki would be running the papers to the office? There were so many more questions and no answer could be seen.

Minutes later, C. J. jumped as the doorbell rang. Knowing that it was Frank and Joe, she opened the door immediately and let them inside. Neither brother had changed much since she had last seen them.

An inch shorter than his brother, Joe was six feet tall with blond hair and blue eyes, and was seventeen. Frank, on the other hand, was eighteen with brown hair and brown eyes. She led them to the kitchen and brought out the paper.

She let them look over the list now, since she had seen nothing on it. The times meant nothing to her and she couldn’t figure out what they met. Hopefully, the brothers would have more luck than she did. She was too worried to think clearly anyway.

"I think I know something that might help," Frank said, looking down at the list.

3:40

5:28

1:29

7:26

8:07

3:26

2:05

6:17

9:38

4:36

"Hand me the phone," Frank said and C. J. rushed to get it, "What’s the number for the airport?" C. J. quickly told him and he punched it in.

"What are you doing," Joe asked his brother, but Frank motioned for silence.

"Hello," Frank said into the phone, "Can you tell me which flight leaves at 3:40?" he paused and wrote something down, "Do the 4:36 and 2:05 leave for the same destination? Thank you."

"What," C. J. asked, "What did you find out?

"Every time on here is a flight," Frank explained, "They all leave for San Antonio, Texas. I guess that’s where we’re headed next."