Jonathan hurried into the living room and found Jennifer and Allison hovered over Max. Someone had apparently knocked him over the head as he was out cold, but as he heard their voices, he began to stir. "Call an ambulance," Jonathan yelled. Jennifer walked over the phone and proceeded to call 911 while Jonathan ran to get some ice.
After a few minutes, Max began to speak.
"What happened Max?"
"I don't know Mr. H," he said. "I was in the kitchen, and I heard Freeway barking in the living room. When I went to check it out, the next thing I know, I felt a knock on the head and everything went blank."
The ambulance arrived in minutes and Jonathan jumped in with Max and drove off for the hospital. Jennifer and Allison waited behind for the police.
The police came shortly and checked out the area. They found no break in, and the alarm system had not been tampered with. The kitchen door, however, was open and unlocked, which usually is not the case.
By the time the police left, Jonathan and Max had returned home. Jonathan spoke to the doctors, and they told him just to keep an eye on Max, put plenty of ice on the bump on his head, and get him into bed. Jennifer told Jonathan that all the police found was the kitchen door unlocked and open. They decided to call out for some dinner, as they were all exhausted.
After dinner they all retired to the living room. "What a day," Jonathan said. "In all the confusion, we never even got over to the office to check out those papers in James' office. I think we should call the FBI."
"No, no," Allison shouted. Jonathan and Jennifer looked at each other confused.
"Why not," Jonathan asked.
"Well, I don't…I don't know, maybe someone will hurt him," Allison stammered. "Besides, its getting late and I'm exhausted. I haven't slept for almost two days," she said.
"Okay," Jonathan said, "Tomorrow we'll try to check out some names Stanley found on those reports."
"We're going up, Allison, we are exhausted too, " Jennifer said.
" If you need anything, just holler,"Jonathan said.
They walked up the stairs, arms around each other, as Allison watched. She bit her lip hard and felt a burning sensation in her stomach. I hope this works, she thought.
"What was that all about?" Jennifer asked. "Why doesn't she want you to call the FBI?"
"I don't know," Jonathan, said, but something is not right. He went into the dressing room to get changed. Jennifer, shrugged her shoulders and climbed into bed. By the time Jonathan, had gotten his pajamas, Jennifer was fast asleep. Great, he thought, I am not having a good day.
Allison spent the next hour pacing in the guest room. She wanted to make sure the Harts were asleep before she called Evan. She could not wait anymore and dialed his number.
He answered. "Are you sure you can talk," he asked.
"Yes," Allison whispered.
"What did you find out?" Evan asked.
"They got the phony reports," she answered, "And Jonathan Hart believes they are authentic. He thinks James was connected with the mob. His righthand man, Stanley Friesen has him convinced that there is trouble in the company."
"Great" Evan said. "Keep in touch. I knew the Harts would invite you over their house to stay. Sometimes they are just too nice for their own good," he snickered. "And don't worry about James, he is under lock and key. He has no idea who kidnapped him."
Allison hung up the phone. James would pay, she thought. She couldn't be sure about all of her suspicions. James was a the perfect husband in public, but he used her for a showpiece. She gave up her career for him, and she was beginning to tire of the role of corporate wife. Those long nights James spent at the office. Surely he couldn't be with her. The Hart's marriage was rock solid, and they were obviously so in love. Why then, did she find an envelope full of snapshots of Jennifer Hart in her husband's desk at home?
They'll all pay, she thought. James and Jennifer, and who knows, maybe, just maybe, Jonathan, what woman wouldn't want him?
Jonathan went downstairs to check on Max. Maybe it was his imagination, but he could have sworn he heard talking coming from Allison's room. He was getting a bad feeling about this. Tomorrow he would have Stanley Friesen check out Allison. Something obviously did not add up. The messed up office, then the office back in perfect condition. James being kidnapped without Allison even knowing it.
Jonathan came back into the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed.
Jennifer stirred out of her sleep. "Where did you go?" she asked.
"To check on Max," he said.
"Is he all right," Jennifer asked.
"He's fine," Jonathan said. He was going to tell her about the voices coming from Allison's room, but he didn't want to bring that up right now. "I'm sorry I woke, you, darling," Jonathan said.
"I'm not," Jennifer said. Jennifer sat up on her knees and put her hands around Jonathan's waist. She began kissing his back and slowly massaging his chest. He took her hands and kissed them softly. Turning to look at her, his thoughts of Allison and James seemed far away. They spent the next two hours in each other's arms with passion unleashing itself until they fell into an exhausted sleep.
