Together Until We Die...

Chapter 10

Patrick Sharp, Adam Burish, and Andrew Shaw sat down at Patrick's kitchen table. They faced one another, deep in thought.

"So how are we going to figure out the location of the kids?" Adam questioned.

"Did Pronger leave any hints or clues in the messages?" Andrew asked. He propped his head up in his hands, gazing at the prankster pair.

There was an elongated silence, as both thought long and hard. Their gazes shifted around the room, scanning the interior, like it would help them out. Occasionally they glanced at each other, but it was momentary.

Andrew sighed and leaned back, knowing it might take awhile. He took the time to observe the setting he was in. He enjoyed coming to Patrick Sharp's home. It was a neat little setup. The kitchen was different, but interesting. It was a cool, unique setup. He sat at the head of the table, like some important business guy.

To his left, Andrew made out the sleek black and white contrasting drawers, cabinets, and countertops that lined the interior of the kitchen. The kitchen itself was spotless and somewhat antiseptic in appearance. It opened to the massive family room behind him. In the center of the cabinets was a stainless steel sink with two potted plants on either side. Whoever was washing dishes had a nice view out a window, which separated the black cabinets apart, giving them a square shape. Lights were implanted into the top of the display, for night time sight.

Beside the cabinets, was an industrial refrigerator, with a pull-out freezer. Beyond the refrigerator was a short hallway that opened to a laundry room, where a ceiling fan sat idle.

Back in the kitchen, directly ahead of Andrew, was a fancy pantry, with double bi-fold doors like a closet. At the top, were two square nooks, where two chinese dishes sat. Lights implanted into the top, made them glisten and shine a rich copper color.

He continued to move his eyes around the spectacular Japanese style kitchen. Beyond the pantry, an elongated hallway led to the master bedroom. Andrew shook his head, not allowing his brain to think about what happened in there.

To the right side of the room, a nice wine area, where dozens of expensive and rare bottles were positioned in diamond racks.

The room continued on the right side, with the other half of the cabinets, where a neat little shelving unit was placed in the center. A bouquet of white flowers was placed in a vase in the center, on top of a long, rectangular table runner.

In the middle, sat a ceramic island bar, which Andrew guessed was for parties. A pendant light hung over it. And a small black "kids" table was attached at the other end.

They sat at the adult table, on the other side of the middle of the kitchen. They were just coming into focus and converse together again. But they were interrupted by high-pitched squeals.

Suddenly, Madelyn Grace and Sadie Ellen, Patrick's two children darted in from the north side hallway, screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" His daughters skidded to a halt beside him, where he turned to gaze at them. He flashed kind smiles at them.

"You girls remember Adam and Andrew, right?"