"Any luck?" Micky asked.
Thomas nodded. "I think I can find him," he replied. "I talked to him but I don't know what's going on, and neither does he."
"Is he okay?" Mike asked. Thomas shrugged.
"He's weak, but alive," he replied.
"Good. Tomorrow we'll go find him," Peter announced.
"Wait a second," Mike interrupted. "All of us?"
"I don't think all of us should go," Micky agreed.
"Well, I think Thomas and I should go," Peter decided. "Thomas knows how to get there. I'd like to go with him. And I can help Davy if he is hurt badly," he explained sensibly.
Mike nodded. "Makes sense. You'll leave tomorrow."
Davy lifted his head and groaned as the bright light assaulted his eyes once more. He blinked and spotted the dark figure come towards him in the light once more.
"Are you ready yet?" she asked.
"Ready?" he asked. Davy forced himself to sit up. He didn't want this enemy to see him weak. He couldn't give in to her.
"To die," she replied, and Davy saw the smile on her face.
"Who are you?" he asked. He leaned forward as much as the chains around him would allow and studied her features.
His captor was slightly taller than him. She had dark hair and emerald green eyes that were somehow eerily familiar. Davy stared towards her, trying to place her. He didn't know her but she was familiar.
"My name is Melissa Stratton," she replied, a mischievous smile appearing on her face as she watched his reaction. Davy gasped.
"E-Eliza," he whispered, almost inaudible. Eliza had been his wife, or almost his wife. She had been killed. Flashes of memory whirled past his eyes. The gunshot, the blood, the life lost.
Melissa laughed, and the laughter sent chills down his spine. "Then you do remember," she said in a surprised voice. "I'd thought you'd forgotten her."
"This is about 'er?" Davy asked. "About Eliza?"
"You killed my sister, Davy. Admit it," Melissa told him, stepping forward and bending over so that she was staring him in the eyes.
"I didn't kill 'er," Davy replied. "Why would I kill 'er? She was supposed to be my wife."
"I don't know your motive, Davy, but it's your fault she's dead," Melissa replied.
"I didn't kill 'er, Melissa," he told her, keeping his voice calm. "She was murdered by a foreign spy who wanted to use my...abilities for 'is own purposes. 'E was aiming for me and she jumped in the line of fire. It was nothing more than an accident."
Melissa turned the other way. When she looked back, her eyes were blazing with fire. "Lies," she shouted. "All lies to save your own life."
Davy shook his head. "No Melissa," he repeated. "It's the truth."
"I don't believe it," she replied, turning away. "You'll die in the morning. You'll die and you'll join her."
"Melissa..." Davy began, but she didn't reply. Instead she turned and left the room, her high heels clicking rhythmically as she walked out, flipping the light off as she walked. Davy sighed.
Morning dawned earlier than expected. Peter was awakened from a deep sleep by Thomas' shaking him.
"Dad, come on," Thomas called. "We've got to go!"
Peter groaned and rolled over but managed to wake up and rolled out of bed. He threw on a pair of pants and pulled a T-shirt over his head.
After a quick breakfast, the two sneaked out of the house without Nicole's knowing. The morning air chilled the bare skin as the two walked across the driveway and entered the car.
Peter started it up and looked at Thomas. "Ok babe," he told him. "Which way?"
