Two Perfect Wrongs

She's Gone

An exhausted Adam pulled up to the Tack House after the most unnecessarily long meeting of his life. After two hours the board came to the conclusion that they needed to project a strong family unit and keep working on the programs Victor had installed; a conclusion that Adam had reached five minutes into said meeting. Thankfully Nick had agreed to take a leave of absence from New Hope to help Adam out at Newman. It was weird feeling grateful and appreciative of Nick, but Adam liked the feeling. Hopefully, that feeling lasted; he was tired of fighting with all of his siblings.

Getting out of the car, he noticed that his front door was wide open. Adam was suddenly on alert with alarm bells going off in his head. Sally wouldn't leave the door open. Hell, she wouldn't even leave it unlocked at this time of night whether he was home or not. Pulling out his phone, he called the police.

"Adam Newman here. I'm at the Tack House on the Newman Ranch. I came home to my front door wide open. Can you send a squad car?" He thanked the operator before hanging up the phone. Slowly walking into the house, he shouted out. "Sally?! Sally, are you here?!" The only response he got was silence. Now he was really getting nervous.

Adam called Sally's cell phone. Maybe she had to run to get something and just forgot to shut the door in her panic? He thought to himself even though it sounded hollow. A loud ringing sound filled the room. Adam looked around the room and found Sally's purse and its contents all over the living room floor. He also couldn't help but notice the broken shards of a lamp mixed in. Right in the center of the pile was Sally's phone.

His stomach dropped, "No. No. Please no." He had to stop himself from grabbing her phone. There could be evidence on it or in that pile.

"Adam!" He turned his head to see Paul walking into his house accompanied by two deputies. "Come here and talk to me. Let my men do their job."

Adam walked over in a daze. Logically he knew what most likely had happened, but he couldn't wrap his head around it. "Your men better find my fiancée Chief Williams. She obviously didn't leave this house on her own accord."

"Adam, we can't jump to any conclusions."

"What do you mean jump to conclusions!?" Adam started screaming at the police chief. "Do you not see the mess in my living room? The smashed lamp? The front door wide open? And her purse. Her purse is spilled all over my floor. What woman leaves the house without her purse?" He kept screaming at an unfazed Paul.

"This is not me jumping to any conclusions, Chief." He sneered Paul's title. "This is me stating the facts. Now do your job and find Sally!"

"Are you finished?" Paul asked in a flat voice. Once Adam got started, the seasoned detective knew it was best to let him rant until he tired, just like his father. Speaking of the fossil, he was surprised that Victor wasn't lurking in the background. Adam was rendered speechless by Paul's question, so the chief kept questioning. "Now tell me what happened tonight. All of your and Sally's movements. When was the last time you saw her?"

Adam sighed and went through the motions of explaining his day, including Victor's stroke. "Wait, Victor had a stroke?" Paul interrupted. Adam simply nodded. "Oh, that's awful, I'm so sorry. I should go check on Nikki."

"You can visit my bitch of a step-mother later. We need to focus on Sally now." Adam snapped much to Paul's ire. The Chief took a deep breath and asked Adam to continue. "I had to go to a board meeting and Sally rode back to the ranch with Sharon and Nikki. I was at the office for two hours and came home to this."

Paul nodded as he finished writing down Adam's story. "I'll have to talk to Sharon and Nikki to see if they noticed anything. Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt Sally?"

Adam laughed bitterly. "Yes, I can think of someone. Chelsea. Chelsea has had it out for Sally ever since she found out we were dating. Then when Sally became pregnant that hatred intensified." He had to break eye contact with Paul; he couldn't stand the look of pity his father's friend was giving him.

Paul stared at Victor's son with concern. He could feel the nerves, the rage, the anxiety radiating off the younger man. As much as Adam drove him nuts, Paul could see the change in him. He was no longer the young man who came to town and broke his daughter's heart. The chief looked up when he heard Adam shout something.

"The cameras. I had cameras installed after Chelsea escaped. Just to make sure she'd be on camera if she ever dared show up here." Adam kicked himself for not thinking of them sooner.

"Great, get me the footage." Paul was extremely grateful that Adam inherited his father's paranoia. Certainly, made his job easier. Adam went to give the footage to Paul and the two watched it together. Normally, Paul wouldn't have allowed Adam to view it, but he knew that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

They watched as Chelsea picked the lock on his front door and entered the house. Adam could feel the levels of rage rising in him as he witnessed Chelsea stroll through the house like she owned it. He practically exploded when she entered his daughter's room. Both men were confused to see her run out of the nursery. That confusion turned to fear when an unsuspecting Sally entered the house and walked right into Chelsea.

Paul's eyes widened in shock and Adam shouted an expletive when they saw Chelsea pull out that knife and point it at Sally's back. The two women were having a discussion, there was no sound. Something must have made Chelsea snap as she grabbed the lamp off the end table and broke it over Sally's head.

"That fucking bitch!" Adam screamed. "I'm going to kill her!" Apparently, he forgot that he was sitting with the chief of police. Paul knew that Adam was talking out of frustration, or at least he hoped he was, so he ignored that declaration. Now they officially knew that Chelsea had taken Sally. Paul got up to bark some orders to his men including putting out an APB for Chelsea.

"Adam, we're going to do everything we can to find Sally." Paul told a furious Adam.

"You better. Because I swear if anything happens to her or my daughter..." Adam didn't finish that sentence; he didn't have to.

Paul nodded then kicked him out. His house was still technically a crime scene. Not wanting to be too far away in case they found something, Adam walked into the main house and crashed in one of his father's many guest rooms. Not that he would be sleeping, his mind running all night with fears over Sally and their daughter. Chelsea better hope that the cops found her and not him. Because if he did, it wouldn't end well for her.