Part Four

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It wasn't too long before he found David on the run-down side of town. The little boy was crying, huddled in the back of an empty truck which was parked in front of a rather unkempt-looking garage. Angry voices were coming from inside it. Angelo shuddered. This was not a safe place.

He cast a glance over his shoulder, then looked up at the sky and sent a quick prayer to Heaven. When he received an affirmative answer he walked silently to the truck and opened the door on the far side of the building.

"Come on, David, let's go home," he said, and David looked up, his little face tear-streaked and puffy.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Where's Mama??"

"Don't worry. I'm going to get you home to Mama and Dad. Be quiet now--it's ok." Angelo scooped David up in his arms, feeling love and a desire to protect the boy warm his heart. He shut the truck door and walked quickly away. Through a haze of heat waves, Bertie and Biscuits appeared far down the sidewalk, and, seeing Angelo with David, waved anxiously.

Unfortunately the people who had been carrying on an angry conversation in the building chose that moment to walk out.

Angelo began to run. He knew that at the moment, only David could see him, but he still wanted to get the little boy as far away as possible before the kidnappers found out he was gone.

Furious shouts erupted behind the Angel, and he grinned wryly, dashing around a corner. After a few more side streets and back alleys, he met Bertie and Biscuits in front of an abandoned store.

"Come on," he panted. "We have to get him back to his parents."

"BISCUITS!!" David shrieked. The stuffed animal leapt into the boy's arms and was thoroughly squeezed.

"OIIIII--nice--to see you too--David," he wheezed.

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