The bath is heaven sent. Not to mention scented heavenly. I was thrilled to see that there was rose scent among the options. My favorite scent and one I haven't had since my uncle started terrorizing my life. 

At first the water hurt my back and the other fresh wounds. I know Mr. Wallace doesn't entirely trust me. I don't blame him. I sure as hell don't trust him, but in this one thing I do. In just a few hours my uncle and his brood of miscreants will be behind bars. I will do my best to make sure that as many charges as possible will be brought to bare.

He was right, by the time I'm finished with my bath I'm absolutely wiped. I get out and have to hold onto the counter to keep my balance as a wave a dizziness passes through me. After a bit I manage to get the robe provided to me on. Shortly after that I stagger back into the bedroom.

Grant is there and manages to catch me before I lost my balance and face plant on the floor. He more carries than helps me walk back to the bed. It's a good thing he was there or I wouldn't have made it back. 

He lifts me up into the bed and tucks me in even as the ever present darkness over takes me once more. I think he was trying to talk to me, but I'm not sure as the black pulls me under once more.

She almost falls down. Damn, she's in far worse shape than I had realized. I practically carry her to bed. I have to lift her up and place her on the mattress. I tried to talk to her, but I think she passed out before she heard me. Shit. This is never going to work.

I'm putting my life into the hands of someone that has as much reason to destroy me as she does her uncle. How can I be so stupid?

The doctor comes in then. "How is she?"

"She almost collapsed after her bath and passed out as I was putting her in bed," I answer. I don't like how often she is passing out.

The doctor goes over to her and does a basic check.

"I think it's just from the lack of food and liquids. She should be feeling better after she eats again. I'll put in another IV if she doesn't drink more. But for now, I'm not too worried. Once she leaves here she'll be able to get full hospital care. A nutritionist will be able to help her where I can only guess."

"Not very reassuring, doc." I growl out.

"Sorry Mr. Wallace, but that's the best I can offer. They have far more diagnostic tools at their disposal. I'm going off of what I can figure out with what I have. I'll feel much happier once she's hospitalized."

I'm not really placated, but it's true that the hospital has many more tools than he has.  

I can't stay in the room any longer and pull the doc out with me. I don't trust any man alone with her at this point. 

For this to work she has to leave in better condition than she is in right now.

I just hope that I made the right choice. This second guessing myself is going to kill me or at least cause an ulcer. I go to my room and look for an antacid. Popping into my mouth I say a little prayer that she doesn't betray me. 

I don't trust people, so why is it that I'm willing to trust this girl? I have no reason too. She has every reason to turn me into the police as well as her uncle. Well there's no way of knowing until I either walk out of the police station a free man or I'm arrested on kidnapping and assault charges.

The day has never gone slower. I have a mountain of paperwork that I should be working on, but all I can do is think about what is going to happen tonight.

"Boss, you should see this." My second Gary says coming in carrying the paper. On the front page in huge lettering, Missing Heiress.  I take the paper and read the article that was written from the information we leaked to the press. I can't help the smile that comes onto my face. This is perfect.

Her lawyers were already nervous from her non attendance at the social functions Miss Weeks had mentioned. They had already pushed the police into starting an investigation. With the press breathing on their necks and the lawyers the police had no choice. When the uncle was confronted he was unable to produce his niece. When asked why he hadn't put in a missing person's report he couldn't answer.

He and his children were all brought in for questioning. The lawyers made sure that their things were removed from the premises and had the locks all changed and had heightened security placed on the house to keep them from coming back in. If they made it out of the police station that is.

I am going to do my part in making sure they don't leave the police precinct free.

I take the paper to Miss Weeks room. I think that she will enjoy reading the article that was written about her.

"Once more you are smiling and your sour face is gone. You must have had some good news." I say as Mr. Wallace comes into the room. He's smiling like a cat that's had its fair share of cream and that of the next cat as well.

"Read this," Grant says handing me the paper he had in his hands. As I read the article I feel like smiling for the first time in years.

"Yes, it has begun," I say forgetting that I wasn't alone.

"Begun?" Grant queries.

"The ending of my uncle has begun." I look at him and see the fear he hides well.

"I keep my word, Mr. Wallace. If you don't walk out of that police station a free man it won't be because of me. I will make sure that my lawyers know that it was you that freed me from my uncle's machinations. That won't be a lie. You have no reason to trust me, I know. You can still back out of this if you don't trust me to do my part.

"We can still go with you framing my uncle instead," It won't matter to me either way. 

"You say you are a person that keeps their word. So am I. We need to get our stories straight." Grant says, he says it with conviction, but there is still fear in his eyes that I'll betray him. Well I guess he has valid enough reasons. In the line of work our families have trust isn't easily given. Especially when there is bad blood between the two families.

I have the wild card in this and he knows it. He's choosing to trust me and it's killing him. I wonder why he wants that money so badly. It would be far smarter for him to frame my uncle for my murder. That he hasn't taken that option means he wants the money.

Once I have full access to a computer I'll have to do my own little investigation. Just because I've been denied free access doesn't mean I can't hack into things. I've just had to be very careful to not be caught by my uncle or his family.

I'm very good about not being caught. By him or anyone else. I wonder just what Mr. Grant Wallace is hiding? 

If it's worthwhile I just might invest in it myself. A partnership between a Weeks and a Wallace. Huh, something I've never even contemplated before. Still not likely to happen, but who knows?