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A/N: Thanks as always to ritt, the world's best beta and sounding board! Goodness knows I'd never finish the multi-chapter stories without her help.
"This is not good," Colby stated as he looked around the small room with a scowl on his face. "Not good at all."
"I know," Megan agreed as her eyes trailed a long smear of blood across the hardwood floor. Her stomach knotted as she observed the large pool of blood at the end, next to a family photo and shards of broken glass. She looked over her shoulder at the other pool of blood by the front door. "What the hell happened?" she wondered aloud.
"No bodies," Colby offered hopefully. "That's one good thing we can say about this."
"I'm not sure I'd consider that good news. Their attacker could have moved the bodies or taken them somewhere else to…" She stopped, unwilling to finish the thought.
Megan had tried calling Charlie's house as soon as Don's cell had cut out and was dismayed to receive no answer. She had left David in interrogation with their suspect while she and Colby swung by Charlie's to look for their boss. Upon seeing the Eppes' cars – including Don's SUV – in the driveway but getting no response to her knocking, she had told Colby to break down the door. Megan had never suspected what they would find inside…
"Hey guys," David said as he joined them in the living room, having come over shortly after their arrival. "He's here."
"Oh boy," Megan sighed. "This is going to be tough."
"I'll do it," Colby offered.
"No," she shook her head. "I should be the one that tells him." Megan walked toward the front door and motioned for the agent there to let the new arrival through.
"Megan!" Larry called frantically. "What happened?"
"We're not sure yet," she said, keeping her voice low in an attempt to calm the man before her.
"Where are they?" the physicist demanded. "They're not-"
"No! They're not dead," she said, hoping she wasn't telling him a lie. Larry sighed and clutched at his chest with a shaky hand. "But they are missing."
"Missing?" he breathed.
"Yes. Do you have any idea of anything that might have been going on? Any problems with Alan or Charlie?"
"No," he shook his head in frustration. "Nothing. Do you think…"
"I think it's too early for speculation," she told him firmly.
"Of course," he sighed. "I never would have imagined this happening."
"I know, Larry. We'll find the Eppes, I promise. All three of them."