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SPECIAL BULLETIN EARLY THIS AFTERNOON SENATOR'S ROBERTS SON WAS ABDUCTED. THE NANNY WAS FOUND AND TAKEN TO HOSPITAL; HER LIFE IS NOT ENDANGERED. NO RANSOM DEMAND HAS BEEN MADE YET, BUT SENATOR ROBERTS WIFE WANTED TO ADDRESS A MESSAGE TO THE KIDNAPPERS.

"Please, I beg you, don't hurt him, he is only five years old, and he is a sweet boy. Please, I'll give you what you want. Please just don't hurt him," said the boy's mother on TV.

The woman's voice trembled; she looked fragile. It was 6:30 PM when Bowie discovered his biological mother's face on TV and the photo of a victim of kidnapping. The kid was a brother Bowie did not know, but seeing this woman who gave him up 17 years before, crying on TV, Bowie could not turn a blind eye.

"What are you doing, Bowie?" Ziggy said, panicked by how agitated her boyfriend was.

"I'm going."

Ziggy got up and followed the boy," Bowie, where are you going?"

"To Atlanta, I have to, I have to help her, I can't leave her like this," Bowie could not content himself with watching, not after having seen the woman in such despair.

Ziggy could see in his eyes there was no stopping him. October arrived; they barely saw each other. Both occupied by activities that took up their time. Ziggy had her sessions with Dr.Pryer, Darren's bakery, Kiwi, and seriously studied psychology.

MIT already scouted Bowie, and many others were already sweet-talking him. He even entered the computer club and the science club to fill in what was missing on his college applications. He needed to partake in after schools activities. Ziggy's hair grew fast, and she still had not shown him her tattoo; they had no intimate moments. For once, they could spend time together. Bowie's departure spoilt their reunion.

"But Bowie, you think you can barge in on an investigation like that? I mean, the FBI is taking care of it."

Bowie walked to the door, "don't worry; I know someone who can help me."

There was no point in asking when he would come back; Ziggy just hoped it would be quick and that Jaymes would return to his family safely. Bowie kissed her on the forehead; Ziggy hugged him tightly. She hated to know him away.

As soon as Bowie was in his car, he took out a name card. Younger, he hoped it would never come into use, but this was an emergency.

"Freeman, speaking," Mr. Nicolas Freeman from the FBI's Cyber Criminality department said. His number had not changed; Bowie was surprised.

"Eh, Mr. Freeman, it's Bowie."

The man straightened up on his chair, "Bowie, you mean 1325?"

"Yes."

"Why are you calling? If you got yourself in shit again, do your time like everyone else, I'm busy right now," the FBI agent threw.

"Please, Mr. Freeman, I haven't done anything. I want to help the FBI on the Jaymes Roberts abduction case."

"You want to help:

- First, you're not part of the FBI.

- Secondly, I'm not on it; the case does not concern the Cyber Criminality Department.

-Thirdly, you are someone who should keep the lowest profile ever you should be living like a rug, and finally, you are too close to the victim's family."

"Okay, fine, if you don't want to help me, I'll do it my way," Bowie said in what seemed to be a threat.

Freeman thought for a second; he figured he preferred keeping an eye on him than having him cause havoc in Atlanta. "Okay, I'll find a way to cover you." Freeman thought perhaps Bowie could be helpful after all.