“Hey Mr. Hannity. Did they figure out how he managed to grab Alvin."

He leaned up against the jeep.

“No. They know that he received a phone call from an unlisted number, but not what was said." The man's voice was hard and crisp, and Heda would almost feel sorry for the killer if Mr. Hannity got his hands on him at that moment.

Almost.

"Son of a bitch was right in front of me. I was close enough that I could have broken his neck," she said, softly but with venom.

"And he had the gall to ‘find' one of his own victims."

"It was brilliant really," Hannity replied.

"No one would have suspected it." He put his face in his hands.

"He will not survive this. He has to know that. There is no force on earth, in heaven, or in hell that will keep him alive. He's got my children, and who knows what . . . what he's done to them."

"I'm sorry," Heda said.

"For both of them. I may hate Alvin's guts, but he didn't deserve this."

When William Hannity's face came up, his eyes were ringed with tears.

"I still have hope for him. Get him away from his mother's poisonous influence, maybe effect a reconciliation. And Madison . . . in so many ways, she's all I could have asked for in a daughter, and that son of a bitch took her away from me. He's got her who knows where and --"

Heda's eyes opened.

“Where DID he take her? I know that they're looking for warehouses and so one, but would he really have had time?"

“What do you mean?"

“He managed to kidnap two shifters, neither of which is exactly helpless, in the course of a couple of hours. We know that Madison at least was taken on campus. He was working right under our noses the whole time, but what if he was keeping them there as well? I mean, it would make it a heck of a lot easier to transport those contraptions of his around."

"But they've searched every building on campus. There's nowhere there for him to hide."

"They've searched ON campus," she said, then looked over to Billy.

"Billy, how old is FCU?"

"Is this really the time for trivia?" the wereturtle growled.

"Please, just tell me."

Billy's face was suddenly thoughtful. If Heda was on to something, it might be best to go along for the ride.

"“FCU was founded back in 1924 through a series of donations from rich shifters and the federal government. Why?"