Once they were in position Ryan pulled out his cell phone.

Ryan to Watson: We should have told her.

Watson to Ryan: Her reaction has to be real or he will know.

Ryan to Watson: Its still messed up.

Watson to Ryan: Do you want to find Molly or not?

Ryan to Watson: I just wish there was another way.

Watson bounced his tennis ball nervously off the dashboard as he stared at Amanda standing on the corner. She was a pretty girl, ice blonde hair, hazel eyes and long legs. She had worn a tight black tutu and a light blue tank top with black heels and a leather jacket slung over a shoulder. Pretending to text on her phone she looked just like your normal bratty teenager. In short... she was perfect bait.

Ryan gulitily shuffled his feet in the trash that littered the alley. He looked at his phone again and sighed. He had to tell her.

Ryan to Amanda: Listen, if he takes you me and Watson will be right behind him ok? Stay calm.

Amanda to Ryan: What the hell? Wh... oh God that's him.

Ryan to Amanda: White van?

Amanda to Ryan: Yah I'm scared he's staring at me.

Ryan to Amanda: I see it, got tag.

Ryan quickly sent a message to Watson

Ryan to Watson: White van... tag vxc123 call coppers.

Watson to Ryan: Got it

Suddenly the man sprung from the van and grabbed Amanda by her hair. He threw her in the van and slammed the door. Amanda's scream nearly shattered Ryan's heart as the van peeled off into the night. Ryan couldn't have saved her if he tried. He lept into the passenger seat as Watson squealed tires after him. The van was just in sight and pulling away fast.

Watson handed his phone to Ryan. Talk to them... I can't. Ryan relayed every turn they made to the police as they drove at breakneck speed. Soon the van pulled into a abandoned warehouse. Watson turned off the headlights as he eased the shuddering BMW into the vacant lot behind the warehouse. Silently they opened the doors and sprinted towards the van.

The man was grabbing at a struggling and sobbing Amanda. His back to the boys as they approached. Ryan shifted the bat from his right to his left hand took a running step and cracked the man across the back. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Amanda lept into Watsons arms as Ryan bound the prone man's hands and feet behind his back much like an American cowboy would a steer.

A moment later three police cars skidded into the warehouse lot, their blue lights adding nightmarish shadows across the three teens faces. They stared at each other for a moment and then smiled. They had done it. They had done it for Molly and Hannah.

Later a policeman drove a sobbing Ryan home, they had found Molly in the warehouse but she hadn't been alive. Ryan blamed himself and Watson and Amanda had been unable to comfort him. "You brought her home son." The officer said gently as he escorted Ryan to the door. "And we will see justice for her believe you me."

Ryan nodded glumly as he unlocked the door and stepped into the empty house.