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There was still no sign of Patrick three months later. It
was mid-September, and school had resumed, as well as Luke’s
after-school karate class. It had finished earlier than usual,
so Luke stood outside the gym and waited for his father.
Grey clouds gathered overhead,
and when the first few drops
of rain fell, Luke took shelter
under the canopy of a nearby
office tower. A throng of
men and women hurried out
of the entrance and pushed
past Luke on their way home
from work. But one lone figure
remained on the steps.
“Patrick?” asked Luke, stunned.
But his friend didn’t answer
him. He reached over and grabbed
his arm. “Patrick, where have
you been?”
“Luke?” Patrick asked, offering
a weak smile.
“Patrick, what happened
to you?”
“Luke?” Patrick repeated,
frowning at him. Then suddenly
his expression changed. “Who
are you?” he demanded angrily.
There was a look of fear
in Patrick’s eyes as he backed
away from Luke toward the
main entrance. “Get away from
me!” he yelled.
The office tower doors suddenly
swung open, and a large man
with a shaved head hurried
toward them. Right behind
him was a tall thin man in
a dark suit.
“Get the car, Merrick!”
snapped Patrick, “And get
this child out of my sight,
Harriman!”
“At once, sir,” said the
tall thin man.
He gave a quick nod to his
partner, then pulled a small
radio from his jacket pocket,
which was embroidered with
the word LennoxGen.
The taller man spoke into
the radio as the bald man
grabbed Luke tightly by the
arm.
“Hey!” Luke shouted. “Let
me go!”
“Shut up!” the bald man
said, roughly pulling Luke
into the rain. “You say anything
about this to anyone and you’re
dead. Understand?”
The bald man didn’t relax
his grip until he had dragged
Luke back to the entrance
of the gym. By that time,
a limousine with blacked-out
windows had pulled up sharply
at the curb. The bald man
shoved Luke inside the gym
and hurriedly joined the tall
man and Patrick as they got
into the limousine. Then it
pulled away and disappeared
into the rush hour traffic. |