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Chapter Seven

The Devil Comes Knocking

The Coach’s hand shook as he placed the recorded VCR tape into the VCR. His wife and daughter sat on the sofa facing the television. Numerous law enforcement officers were watching the television taking notes. They waited for him to play the ransom demands that were sent to them.

The Coach pressed the play button and images appeared on the television. The Coach stepped away so that the officers could get clear views of the recording. On the television there were images of his grandson Tommy, either asleep or unconscious, as he lay curled up inside of a cage used for dogs.

“We have your grandson,” An unseen voice said. The voice sounded distorted as if a voice changer was used to hide the person’s real voice.

“Don’t call the police or he dies. You will be contacted soon with the ransom demands.” The voice said and a few seconds later the tape ended. The room was silent as the officers made notes. The Coach caught some movement and saw several officers in the backyard examining the scene of the abduction. They had been searching for any evidence they could use but so far nothing had been revealed.

“Play it again,” The lead investigator ordered. “I want to make sure there is nothing we missed.” Claire turned and buried her head into The Coach’s wife’s shoulder as she held her.

“Is there nothing more that can be done? While you sit here watching the tape over and over, that psycho could be doing God knows what to my grandson.” The Coach shouted. His voice took on the tone he used as a drill sergeant. The other police officers stopped what they were doing to observe the exchange.

“Sir, I understand your frustration,” The lead officer said as he attempted to deescalate the tense situation.

“Don’t call me sir, I work for a living. So far all you have done is watch that damn tape over and over again. You still have nothing to go on.” The Coach interrupted. The lead investigator sighed then attempted to pacify The Coach.

“I know this is frustrating but we need to collect as much evidence as possible. Some clue, no matter how small, could help us to find your grandson. The Federal Bureau of Investigations have better means of solving these types of cases. If you would like, I can try to contact them to get in touch with you.” The lead investigator asked. The Coach turned his head and watched his daughter crying with his wife.

Tyler walked down the street by himself with his head down as he watched the sidewalk. He was trying to decide what he was going to do with himself when he suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling over behind him. The breaks squealed and turned around as he saw Chris climb out of the vehicle.

Tyler began to walk faster and when he heard Chris shouting at him he broke into a run. This did not last long as Chris easily caught up to him and grabbed him by his shirt. Chris had one of his hands on the top of his shoulders close to his neck.

“Yo, why are you running?” Chris asked. Tyler was panting to catch his breath as Chris seemed unphased by the running.

“I…thought you were someone else.” Tyler panted and Chris looked at him skeptically. He quickly dismissed what Tyler said as he was too busy with other things on his mind.

“Have you seen Kyle? He hasn’t been home in over a week.” Chris asked.

“What?! A week?” Tyler asked nervously.

“Why are you so nervous? You know something, don't you?” Chris said. Tyler felt Chris tighten his grip on him.

“We’re not speaking, we kinda got into a fight.” Tyler said. Chris seemed uninterested about the fight but he continued to stare at Tyler closely. Tyler had the feeling that Chris did not believe him, at least not fully.

“When was the last time you saw him?” Chris asked.

“I dunno… I guess a week ago. He was hanging out with that flamer Charlie.”

“So… why did you run away from me exactly? If it was a simple fight then no big deal. However you expected me to come after you…. Why?” Chris asked suspiciously, tightening his grip even more. Tyler tried to smile but the look on Chris’ face made him realize he was not going to get away with it.

“I figured that you were gonna beat me up for not being Kyle’s friend anymore.”

“Why would I do that?” Chris asked.

“Probably because… I sorta… locked him in a locker in only his underwear.” Tyler then flinched as he saw Chris’ expression turn even angrier than he was.

“Oh really?! Why don’t we take a ride to the school then?” Chris said as he dragged Tyler towards his car.

“He’s not still in there. I made sure that he was let out after the showers.” Tyler pleaded. Chris continued to pull him and he wondered how bad was Chris going to beat him up.

“We’re not going for that,” Chris said evilly. “We’ll see how you like being locked in a locker.

“Ah, come on guy, I had my reasons. It was more to protect him than to bully him.” Tyler continued to plead.

“Protect him? how exactly?” Chris asked as he pushed Tyler inside his car.

“With that kid killing himself because everyone made fun of him for being gay… I was worried someone might catch on to Kyle when he stares at the guys in the showers.”

“Kyle doesn’t do that.” Chris said sternly as he climbed in his car.

“How would you know? You ever watch him in the locker room.”

“Kyle is many things but he’s not stupid. He knows how he’d be treated if he did something like that. You, on the other hand, seem to need to learn your lessons the hard way.” Chris said as he started the car and drove off as Tyler pouted.

“Send him in.” Mr. Blanchard said into an intercom on his desk. He folded his hands and smiled as The Coach meekly entered his office. He could see the distress on The Coach’s face and he enjoyed it after their last confrontation.

“This is very unexpected. After our last… meeting, I did not expect to be seeing you again.” Mr. Blanchard said patiently.

“There has been a development. I need your help.” The Coach said as he was unable to look him in the eye. Mr. Blanchard’s expression changed from amusement to curiosity.

“Go on,” Mr. Blanchard said. His whole demeanor changed as he observed The Coach, scrutinizing him.

“My grandson was kidnapped and the police seem unable to do anything. I heard you had contacts in the FBI.” The Coach said and Mr. Blanchard’s expression changed only for a brief moment. He started off looking indifferent but his expression changed to compassion then changed back to indifference. It seemed he was trying to hide his emotions. The look of compassion gave The Coach some hope that he could convince Mr. Blanchard to do the right thing.

“I can understand your feelings but why are you coming to me?” Mr. Blanchard asked.

“I was hoping you could convince the FBI to help find my grandson, Tommy. With their resources they should be able to do what the police cannot.” The Coach explained. Mr. Blanchard seemed unphased.

“How can you ask such a thing? I came to you in friendship, asking for help with my son. You spat in my face and threw me out. Now you expect me to help you? Surely you jest.” Mr. Blanchard replied. It was the answer that the coach was expecting. He had tried to plan things in advance and expected Mr. Blanchard to try and play hard ball with him.

“If you help me then I guarantee more play time for your son on the court.”

“We are beyond that now. A favor of… this magnitude will require more. My… friends at the FBI don’t come cheap, you know.” Mr. Blanchard answered as he folded his hands in front of him and leaned closer to The Coach from where he was sitting behind his desk. He watched The Coach closely then picked up a phone on his desk but held a button down. The Coach knew he was ready to call the Feds in if The Coach agreed.

“Deal,” The Coach replied bitterly. He was going to have to call Brad personally to inform him that he was demoted because The Coach needed to buy favor with a rich man.

Jennifer sat on a sofa in her living room studying a textbook as part of her homework. Her nine year old little brother walked up to her and stomped his foot loudly to get her attention. Jennifer sighed as she put her book down marking the page she was on with a pencil.

“What do you want? I’m busy.” She signed using sign language to speak to him. Cody had been born deaf and once they realized it he had been enrolled in a special school where he learned sign language as part of the regular studies.

Jennifer had been the quickest to pick up signing and she and Cody could communicate fluently while their parents often needed her to help them along. In the area of signing their parents spoke as three year olds did when they learned to speak.

“Where’s mom? I’m hungry.” Cody signed.

“So, make something.” She replied.

“Mom gets mad if I try to use the stove. I want some Mac and Cheese.”

“Of course you do,” She signed sarcastically but as he frowned at her she had to stop herself from giggling. He was so cute when he was mad and that was why as a normal big sister she would antagonize him just as he did to her.

“You’re lucky I love you, Cody.” She signed. He stuck his tongue out at her but she caught the smile he was trying to hide. She pretended to ignore it as she took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

Chris opened a locker in the empty school hallway that he knew no one was using. The school was deserted, which was typical on a Sunday afternoon. He had a story ready in case security came by asking what they were doing. Not that Chris planned to stick around here for long.

He planned to say that he mixed up basketball practice then apologize and leave. The security here was pretty lax and knowing that Chris was a basketball star for the school would let him slide by.

Tyler shivered as he stood there wearing only his boxers. Chris glared at him then raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s go, the underwear too.” Chris ordered.

“Come on man, it’s cold. Can’t you at least let me keep these? I mean at least I didn’t leave your brother naked.” Tyler pleaded.

“Lose the shorts now! Or do I have to get rough with you?! We can do this the easy way or I can make it way harder.” Chris replied unsympathetically. He could imagine that his brother probably begged to be let out of the locker but Tyler wouldn’t have cared. So now neither did Chris care as Tyler pleaded with him.

Tyler was reluctantly slow as he slid off his underwear and handed them to Chris. Chris laughed as Tyler used his hands to hide his junk from view. Tyler was used to being naked with other guys when they changed before gym class and after for the showers. The problem was that the school hallway felt too public even though it was just the two of them. Out here he felt exposed and vulnerable.

Chris slapped his hand tightly on his shoulder and guided him to enter the locker. Tyler wanted to cry as the door closed and Chris fumbled with the part that locks it. Chris used a pencil so that Tyler could not get out on his own. He would need help, help that would learn he was in there naked when he was released.

“If I don’t forget, I’ll call security tonight and let them know there is noise coming from this locker. Again, IF I don’t forget. If I do then you’ll have to wait until class tomorrow to have someone help you. I’m sure your little friends will enjoy that.” Chris mocked but he knew he was not going to forget. He was not that cruel but he only wanted to teach Tyler a lesson.

Chris walked away and tossed the boxers into a nearby trash bin. It was mostly empty in there so the clothes would not be ruined when Tyler got out. IF Tyler had seen him otherwise he was going to have a very embarrassing walk home that night.

“Jerk!” Tyler shouted at him but all Tyler heard was Chris laughing as he walked away. Tyler hung his head in shame as he tried to open the locker but the pencil stopped him. He was not sure which was worse. Being helplessly trapped in the locker or having someone find him later.

Brian covered his ears in frustration as Tommy cried and wailed. He kept crying out for his grandfather and would not stop. Brian had no patience for the little brat and if he was not being forced to keep him he would have gotten rid of him.

“Fuck! If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll drug the shit outta you.” Brian screamed but he was barely heard over Tommy’s wailing. Brian rose suddenly and Tommy briefly paused as he watched him in fear as Brian stormed off leaving him alone with Kyle.

“Hey; hey kid!” Kyle shouted and the boy looked at him realizing it was the first time he had spoken to him. Kyle hoped he would be able to convince him to calm down. Kyle had no experience with younger kids and he was the younger sibling in his family. He wondered what Chris would do if it was him that was crying like this.

There was not much Kyle could do since Brian had left him tied to the table in only his underwear. Maybe the boy would try and make friends with Kyle realizing that they were both prisoners.

Tommy stopped crying and watched Kyle out of curiosity. He wondered why Kyle was tied to the table and he was wearing nothing but briefs. He wondered if Kyle lived here because Tommy wore his undies when he played around the house.

Tommy leaned closer to the cage as he stared at Kyle. He was surprised that a big kid was wearing tighty whities because the other kids at school said only babies wear those. He had been trying to get his mom to buy him boxers like the others started to wear but she refused. Kids at school had jeered at him but most were his friends so they, and he just let it go.

When they made fun of him he had been blaming his mom for not buying him boxers and most understood that. Just about everyone in class had asked for some particular kind of clothing and had been denied. It was mostly sneakers but not solely limited to that.

Kyle felt embarrassed as the boy was staring at him. It was causing him to get hard because of the embarrassment and he hoped the kid did not notice. He had to distract both himself and the kid and he thought back to how Chris used to change topics when they were younger.

“Hey kid, my name’s Kyle. What’s yours?” Kyle asked and he forced himself to smile as friendly as he could.

“Tommy,” the boy said nervously. He was reluctant to reply at first because he remembered his momma and his grandfather telling him to never talk to strangers. He was not sure if they meant only grown ups or do other kids, big kids, count too.

“Hey Tommy, since we’re both stuck here then let’s be friends. What’s your favorite TV show?” Kyle asked. The tears had stopped falling down his face and this was a good sign to Kyle. He was worried what Brian would do when he returned if Tommy was still crying.

“G. I. Joe because my Grandpa was one. He’d beat the bad guys up like Pow!” Tommy said and Kyle smiled as he saw the kid relaxing and opening up.

“I love G. I. Joes,” Kyle lied. “Duke is my favorite.” Kyle said as he could only recall the name because he never really watched the show. Growing up he had been a fan of Transformers. Tommy began to open up telling about his favorite episodes which Kyle was clueless about but he pretended to understand. Tommy kept mentioning that his grandfather was a G. I. Joe so Kyle guessed he must have been in the military.

Tommy compared his grandfather to different characters but Kyle just nodded in agreement not knowing anything about them. He did feel bad as he watched the boy sit in the kennel like a dog. At least he was no longer crying.

Tyler was fuming as he walked around the mall. He had been lucky that a janitor had walked by maybe an hour after Chris took off and he shouted till the guy let him out.

The janitor had laughed his ass off when he opened the locker and found Tyler inside naked. He was relieved to find that his clothes were tossed in a trash bin nearby. They smelled a little but it was not bad as he dressed with the janitor jeering at him. He ran home as fast as he could.

He was afraid that Chris was lurking outside waiting to grab him again. As he ran he felt as if he never wanted to return to school again. No one, except the janitor, had seen him but it still felt as if the whole school knew. Plus he figured that Chris would tell his buddies and the rumor would spread to the whole school.

He ran home and took a quick shower as he tossed his clothes in the laundry. He had some time before the mall closed so he thought he could hide there to cool off. He hoped Chris would be too busy looking for Kyle and Charlie and would ignore him. In the mall he knew he could hide in case he saw Chris searching. He hoped the mall would cheer him up, however he could not stop thinking about what happened and the thoughts of the janitor laughing infuriated him.

“Skank,” He heard someone say. He turned to see a group of teens wearing all black and having multiple piercings on their faces and bodies. The Goths, as they were called, was a group made up of one girl and three guys.

The girl was wearing black fishnet leggings that had a couple of holes in them. One of the guys had a chain that was connected from his nose ring to an earring in his left ear. The next boy was easy to identify because he wore bdsm gear as part of his outfit. He had on a spiked dog collar and bdsm armbands. The last boy, who was the shortest of the group, He had the most piercing out of all of them but he had two spacers in the lower lobes of his ears that made his ear lobes extend to look like large holes were in them.

“Skank,” Tyler said as he chuckled to himself but this caught the attention of the group. They turned to stare at him.

“Who are you calling a skank?” Summer, the girl with the fishnets on, replied as the group circled him as if ready to attack. Tyler felt as if he was surrounded by sharks while swimming. Tyler smiled trying to seem harmless as he thought of an explanation.

“I was talking about that cheerleader over there.” He lied and pointed in a random direction at no one in particular. “She’s so easy that like a doorknob everyone’s had a turn.” He chuckled again as he hoped it would appease them. He tried to not let it show that he swallowed hard because today was not his day.

“Oh my God, that is so lame.” Eddie, the smaller one with the holes in his ears replied.

“Not as lame as her.” Dylan, the one in bdsm gear said. The group suddenly laughed as Tyler let out a deep breath of relief.

“Not bad, not bad,” Scott, the one with the chain on his face, said as he put his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “A few touch ups and you might even be as cool as we are.” They laughed again and Tyler spent the rest of the time getting to know them.

“If everything goes as planned, this should be an easy extraction.” Mr. Blanchard said to The Coach as they sat in his limo.

“They are sure he is inside?” The Coach asked nervously. Mr. Blanchard had used his connections to call in The FBI. They had been investigating other kidnappings that had been going on. They had managed to get some DNA evidence off of the bodies of the dead victims found. They had a suspect but without anything directly linking him to the kidnappings and murders they could do nothing.

When Mr. Blanchard called them and the ransom tape gave them the opportunity they needed. Equipping heat sensors and x-ray to a helicopter they were able to search the house without actually entering. This paid off because an underground area was found and it appeared as if there were two victims within. One of them appeared to be a small boy judging by the size.

“They have been monitoring the individual and there are two others that appear to be prisoners inside. One of them is believed to be your grandson. As you can see they are ready to go in but rather than risk the lives of the hostages they are waiting to see if he is going to come outside. Then they plan to grab him but if it looks like he is not coming out they will go in and save them.

The kidnapper appears to be college age so they are not worried about him hurting them but fools rush in. If you remember the old saying, "Either way I would not worry because they know what they are doing.” Mr. Blanchard explained.

“What happens if it is not Tommy inside there?” The Coach asked.

“Have faith, the FBI knows what they are doing.” Mr. Blanchard said. The Coach sighed but he still would not feel better until he was holding his grandson again.

The driver opened the door and The Coach climbed out and looked around as various FBI agents were busy putting on tactical gear and setting up to make the arrest. Mr. Blanchard remained seated and The Coach turned to see why he remained inside the limousine.

“I have to make a business call to my company. Go on ahead and I’ll join you shortly.” Mr. Blanchard said as he took out his phone and the driver closed the door then returned to the driver’s seat.

An agent approached The Coach and stuck out his hand and graciously shook The Coach’s hand.

“You the grandfather?” The agent asked, trying to make his voice seem polite. It was clear that they did not want him here but they wanted him standing by when they saved Tommy.

“Yes sir.”

“We are prepared and are just standing by to see if he makes any moves. He’s been in there for hours so we’re waiting to see if he comes out of his hole but if he doesn’t then we’re ready to go in. We’d go in now but protocol to protect the hostages is our main concern.” The agent explained. The Coach was sure that the agent was not being entirely truthful. It seemed silly that if there was no danger to the hostages then why wait? Why not free them now?

“Things will go more smoothly if he comes out on his own that way if he has any weapons he won’t be able to use them on the hostages.

“Did I miss anything?” Mr. Blanchard asked as he climbed out of his limo. He casually approached them making both men grow silent.

Kyle kept glancing at Brian to see his reaction to Tommy talking to Kyle about soldiers and the army. He kept mentioning G. I. Joes and his grandfather that Kyle was beginning to believe that he had yet to realize that G. I. Joes were not real.

Brian still seemed annoyed but Kyle was not sure if it was Tommy talking too much. At least the kid was no longer crying! Brian had been quiet also when he returned and found that Tommy was having a conversation with his other prisoner. The one that he was anxiously waiting to rape like he did to his other victims before killing them.

Kyle was miserable as he remained bound to the table. His arms and legs hurt from being stretched out and unable to move them.

He felt disgusting that he had not showered in days with sweat sticking to him under the bright lights overhead. His white briefs were now an ugly yellow color from both the sweat and that he had pissed himself numerous times. Brian had refused to keep untying him so he could go to the bathroom.

Kyle had tried to make an escape but Brian was ready for him and blocked his exit. After that he was no longer allowed to use the toilet like a normal person. The more he smelled his own stink the more he wanted to vomit.

A cell phone on the table Brian sat at began to ring and Brian quickly answered it. He rose and stepped away from them but with Tommy talking to him, Kyle could not hear the conversation.

“Do you have the boy?” The familiar voice asked. Brian was surprised because he had been told he was under constant surveillance by cameras that were implanted in his dungeon after he had left it to go capture Kyle.

“Yes sir.”

“The ransom has been paid. Drop off the boy back at the same place you abducted him. Make sure you are not seen. I have been watching you and I suggest you clean up that filth because that kid on the table must have pissed himself 5 or 6 times now. The smell must be nauseating.” The voice said and the call ended.

Brian tossed the phone and went over to let Tommy out of the dog kennel. The boy went over to Kyle but Brian placed a blindfold over his eyes and yelled at him not to remove it.

Brian pulled Tommy and led him outside. Several FBI agents stopped them as they shouted and pointed their riffles at them. They focused on Brian being the adult of the two and glanced at the boy with the blindfold on.

“Don’t move!” and “Hands up!” They shouted. Brian was brought to his knees as he was handcuffed while Tommy had the blindfold removed and an agent let him to The Coach. The Coach picked up Tommy and hugged and kissed him

Mr. Blanchard followed one of the agents as they entered the dungeon. Brian was waited as two agents stood over him asking him questions. They had read him his rights but he was so stunned that none of it made any sense as he frantically looked around. He saw his grandparents stiffly exit the house and they agents were questioning them about him.

Kyle exited and used his hands to cover his private area, even though he was still wearing his dirty underpants, as he saw the agents all around. One brought him a large grey colored blanket and he used it to cover himself up.

“You’re disgusting.” Mr. Blanchard said to Brian as he exited the dungeon with a handkerchief covering his face. “The smell alone is unbearable. You should have cleaned up after yourself because that poor child must have pissed himself 5 or 6 times. Don’t know how you could have stood it.” Mr. Blanchard said sourly. Something clicked in Brian’s mind.

“You! It was you!!!” Brian screamed. As he tried getting up but an agent forced him back on his knees. “He did it! He made me do it!!!” The Coach hugged Tommy but cast a side glance at Mr. Blanchard as he stared at Brian in disbelief.

“Shut up,” The agent yelled at him. He was placed in a police cruiser while the agents continued to investigate the dungeon for clues linking him to the other bodies they knew about. Kyle was questioned and after giving a statement he was driven home.

To Be Continued…