CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES'S OFFICE

The Offices of Callison Publications & the Daily Post"Dad, are you busy?" Trevor Callison asked as he rapped lightly on the door.  "I need...to talk to you about something."

"Come in.  Come in."  Charles Callison waved his son into the room as he continued to go over the report he'd been working on.  "What is it?  What do you want to talk to me about?"

Trevor stood silently in front of the desk for a moment before quickly taking a seat in one of the large chairs.  "Dad, I...wanted to ask you if the detective has come up with any leads about Grace."

"Detective?"  Charles looked up from his desk and furrowed his brow as he tried to remember what Trevor was talking about.  "Oh, yes!  That!"

"Have you heard from him?"

Charles Callison"Um...yes, actually, I have," Charles replied as he closed the file and slipped it into the top draw of his desk before turning his full attention to his son.

"And?"

"Nothing," Charles explained and then slowly rose from his seat so that he could walk around to the front of his desk.

"Nothing?  What do you mean?"  Trevor shook his head in disbelief.  "We've had that detective searching for Grace for weeks now!  I would've thought that he'd at least found something."

"It's not as easy as that," Charles began to explain.  "If someone has disappeared and wants to stay that way, there are any number of ways to cover your tracks.  He hasn't found anything that might give him an idea where she is."

Trevor Callison"But he's a detective!  He's supposed to be able to find people!"  Trevor jumped up out of his seat and began to nervously pace around the office.  "Dad, we've got to find her!"

"Son, maybe you should rethink this."  Charles leaned back against the edge of his desk as his eyes followed Trevor around the room.  "Maybe it would be best for everyone if you just gave up on this."

"Give up?  You want me to just give up?"

"Yes, I do," Charles nodded.  "Forget about Grace.  Move on with your life.  After all, it's what she wanted you to do."

"I can't -- I won't -- give up until I find her!" Trevor shouted angrily.  "I don't care how much it costs or how much time it takes.  We're paying that detective to find Grace and he's going to find her one way or another!"

Douglas Davis"Um, excuse me," Douglas Davis spoke up hesitantly as he pushed the office door open.  "Charles, I hope you don't mind, but I think we had a meeting scheduled."

"Oh, yes, of course."  Charles motioned for him to come into the room as he simultaneously gave his son a stern look of warning.

"I...hope you'll forgive me, but the door wasn't completely closed."  Douglas walked over to the desk and set down his briefcase before turning to look at Trevor.  "Could I ask what you two were arguing about?"

Trevor's eyes darted to his father as he became filled with a sense of dread.  Douglas had proven to be a major stumbling block in his search for Grace -- even more so than his own father.  Silently, Trevor feared that if Douglas were aware of the lengths to which he'd gone in his search, he might fix it so that he'd never see Grace again.


THE MONROE HOME - LIVING ROOM

43 Landings Ct."Now, have you been a good boy while Stephanie and I were away?" Patterson asked as he held Todd in his lap.

"He was a very good boy," Lorraine smiled.  "I stopped in and checked on him almost everyday."

"Lorraine did wonders for Todd's spirits while you were gone," Mrs. Oliver spoke up as she brought a fresh pitcher of tea in from the kitchen so that she could refill their glasses.  "She even bought him a new toy train."

"A toy train?"  Patterson looked at his little brother with over-exaggerated surprise for the child's benefit.  "Lorraine, you really shouldn't have.  You're going to spoil him."

"Yes, Lorraine, you shouldn't have," Stephanie grumbled under her breath so that neither one of them could hear.

Patterson Monroe"Well, Paddy, Todd's birthday is coming up and I'd tucked it away for that...."  She paused and looked at Todd and smiled.  "But I just couldn't wait."

"Yeah, Paddy!" Todd exclaimed as he jumped up out of his lap and grabbed his hand.  "It's so neat!  Come look!"

Todd Monroe"Okay, Todd, I'm coming," he laughed as Todd kept a tight grip on his hand and drug him towards the stairs.  "Girls, I'm going to check out this neat train and I'll be back down in a bit."  He paused as his eyes darted from Lorraine to Stephanie.  "You two have a nice talk while I'm gone."

Stephanie sat in silence on the sofa until Paddy had gone upstairs and was clearly out of hearing range.  "What the devil do you think you're doing?" she asked angrily.

"What?" Lorraine asked in shock.  "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You most certainly do know what I'm talking about!"

Mrs. Oliver"Stephanie, I really don't think you need to use that tone," Mrs. Oliver spoke up.

"If you'll excuse us," Stephanie glared at the housekeeper.  "I'd like to speak with Lorraine in private."

"As you wish."

As Mrs. Oliver disappeared into the kitchen, Stephanie returned her focus to Lorraine.  "Who do you think you are coming over here every day and buying Todd presents like that?"

"Stephanie, I think you're making too much out of this."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," she snapped.  "Why can't you mind your own business?"

"Excuse me?"  Lorraine's eyes grew wide with surprise.

Stephanie Lake Monroe"You heard me!"

"I'll have you know that Todd is like a little brother to me.  He's like the brother I never had!"  Lorraine quickly found her own temper starting to rise.  Who the devil did Stephanie think she was, anyway?  "I care about that little boy very much."

"I care about him, too!"

Lorraine Davis"Oh, you only care about him because he's Paddy's brother and you have to!"  Lorraine leaned forward and stared Stephanie right in the eyes.  "I care about him because he's a wonderful little boy who's been through entirely too much in his life.  Who do you think was there when their parents died?  Me!  Who do you think held Todd's hand during the memorial service?  Me!  Before Mikey was born I promised Todd that I would never leave him and that's a promise I intend on keeping."

"That was before Paddy and I got married," Stephanie pointed out bluntly.  "Paddy's my husband, now, and Todd's my responsibility.  I appreciate everything you've done for him, so far, but you're not needed, anymore."

"Your responsibility?"  Lorraine couldn't resist the urge to laugh.  "Stephanie, in case you've forgotten, Todd doesn't like you.  What makes you think that you're going to have any sort of influence over him?"

"Well, I would if you'd just butt out!"

"That's never going to happen," Lorraine responded firmly.  "I care about that boy very much and there's not anybody in the world who's going to stop me from caring about him.  And that includes you!"


CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES'S OFFICE

The Offices of Callison Publications & the Daily Post"We're just...talking about some business matters," Trevor explained as he searched for an explanation.  "Personal business."

"I thought I distinctively heard you mention my sister's name."  Douglas eyed Trevor suspiciously.

"Yes, I mentioned Grace," Charles confessed despite a cautionary look from his son.  "I was telling Trevor that it would be a good idea to put her in his past."

"I think your father is giving you good advice."  Douglas kept his eyes locked on Trevor.  "Forget Grace.  Put her in your past and move on.  Stop mooning over her.  It's not doing you any good."

"I know that!"  Trevor's hands balled up into fists as his frustration started to get to him.  "I know that sitting around here worrying about her and wondering if she's okay isn't doing me any good!  But what else can I do?  Douglas, I love her.  You know that."

"Then love her enough to let her go."  He grabbed Trevor by the shoulders and shook him in hopes of forcing him to listen to reason.

Trevor CallisonTrevor fell silent and pulled away from Douglas, unable to look at him.

"Now what's this I heard about a detective?"  Douglas stood and stared at Trevor, but when no answer came, he turned to look at Charles.  "I know I heard you mention a detective before I came in."

"You misunderstood," Trevor muttered, his back to Douglas.  "Dad and I were talking about a story I'm working on for the Post."

"But I thought you said you were discussing personal business."

"Look, you two have a meeting to get to and I've got to run a few errands before lunch."  Trevor hurriedly headed for the door.

"Trevor, I'm not done talking to you!" Douglas shouted as he followed along behind him.

Charles Callison"Douglas!"  Charles spoke up.  "Just let him go."

"Why can't I get him to listen?" Douglas asked with a sigh as he shut the office door and walked back over to the desk.  "Why can't I make him understand?"

"I've been trying to do that for months, now."  Charles walked around to the back of his desk and sat down in his chair.  "He's so obsessed with Grace that I don't think he can concentrate on anything else."

"So, that was what you two were talking about, wasn't it?"

Charles stopped and inhaled deeply, unsure whether to reveal the exact nature of their conversation.

Douglas Davis"Never mind," Douglas muttered as he slumped down into one of the large chairs.  "You don't have to say anything.  Your silence is all I need to hear."

"Douglas, Trevor loves Grace.  He really loves her."  Charles leaned forward onto his desk and looked intently at Douglas.  "I don't understand why you're being so secretive about all of this."

"No, you don't understand," he sighed and looked down out his hands.  "No one would understand."  After several long moments, he looked up at Charles and took a deep breath.  "Tell me exactly what you two were talking about."

"What?"

"Tell me."  Douglas leaned forward.  "I want to know exactly what Trevor is up to concerning my sister and I want to know now!"



 


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