"I did this for you," Tom said simply.
"I know," Alona said, and she did.
"Anyone care to tell me what this has to do with Kurt and that
professor?" Ritchie asked, cracking open a bottle and taking a
long-deserved drink.
Tom and Alona, their gazes locked, now holding both hands, seemed to
glow somehow in the lower-middle class splendor of the trailer home.
Betty, watching the exchange with incredulous eyes, finally sighed and
her own hands slipped together over her heart. Ritchie, noting his
wife's reaction, allowed himself an ironic smile.
"Oh, for crying out loud," he muttered. "Tom!"
Tom and Alona jumped and turned toward the voice, their hands dropping
by their sides.
"Why did you just drag an unconscious scientist into my home?"
Tom turned toward the body. "Oh, him!" Tucked in the front of the
man's trousers was a clipboard. Tom extracted it and handed it to his
dad. Both parents read the top sheet, their faces turning pale.
"Does this mean what I think it means? Richie?"
He nodded slowly.
"This settles it. They were kidnapped," Ritchie pronounced
authoritatively.
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