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Officer Garcia and his son were at the same hospital where Trevor murdered Jolyn. By now, they had positively identified Jolyn's body. They had also analyzed the epithelials underneath her fingernails.

"The epithelials under her fingernails belong to a Trevor Johnson," Detective Morgan stated.

As it turned out, Jolyn, even through her death, still managed to do her part when it came to bringing Trevor to justice. Her raking her fingernails against his skin seemed to have paid off.

"And this nurse, this Jolyn Patterson, one of the patients she was caring for before she met her untimely death was Lucas. Oddly enough, there was no last name. But it gets even weirder. Shortly after Jolyn's body was discovered, this Lucas vanished from the hospital. Eyewitnesses say that Trevor broke him out of the hospital," Detective Morgan said.

Carlos' heart skipped a beat. He remembered when he watched the torture video with James that Logan's kidnapper called him Lucas. One of the patients Jolyn was in charge of was named Lucas. No last name. Maybe Logan was here in this very hospital. Carlos swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat. But that would mean that the person who murdered Jolyn was the person who kidnapped Logan.

"His name's not Lucas, it's Logan! Logan Mitchell!" Carlos exclaimed, speaking up.

Officer Garcia looked at his son in disbelief. He had been hoping for a break in Logan's kidnapping case, but could this really be it? It almost seemed too good to be true.

"Are you sure?" Carlos' dad asked his son.

"Yes, Papi! It all makes sense! I saw Logan's torture video! His kidnapper called him Lucas! One of Jolyn's patients was named Lucas! Logan told me he was in Austin! A murder happened at a hospital in Austin! They're all connected! I just know it!" Carlos replied, feeling hopeful once more.

Officer Garcia knew that Logan was in danger, but if his kidnapper was now murdering innocent people, then he was in more danger than even they realized. But that still begged the question: why did Trevor kill Jolyn? Did she somehow knew who he was?

"There's something else you should know," Detetcive Morgan said. "This Trevor Johnson was responsible for the death of his father, and is believed to be responsible for the disappearance of his younger brother, Lucas, ten years ago. He's been on the run ever since, and no one has been able to apprehend him since then."

"I'm sorry. What did you say Trevor's brother's name was?" Officer Garcia asked.


Carlos and his father traded knowing looks. They nodded their head once at one another.

"Trevor's got the wrong guy! He thinks he kidnapped his brother, Lucas, but really he has our Logan!" Carlos commented.

Detective Morgan was one of the most skeptical individuals on the force. In his line of work, he couldn't afford to be gullible. He had a doubtful expression on his face.

"I'd hate to be a buzz kill, but something still doesn't quite add up. Even if what you said is true, and Trevor thinks he's kidnapped his own brother, Lucas would be in his late twenties by now. How old is Logan?" Detective Morgan inquired.

"Seventeen," Officer Garcia answered.

Detective Morgan was momentarily shocked by the answer he had just received. That was the age at which Lucas first went missing. He kept his face masterfully shock free.

"Besides, do you know how many people are named Lucas? In Texas alone, I bet there are hundreds, if not thousands!" Detective Morgan remarked.

Carlos was on the verge of tears. On the one hand, he was happy that they were getting ever closer to finding Logan. On the other hand, he was more afraid for Logan now than ever before, now that he realizes Trevor is even more dangerous than they thought. Someone who murders their own father is not someone that is safe to be around, and Logan is with this guy!

"You're wrong! You have to be! Why can't you let us enjoy this small victory? Why don't you want us to find Logan?" Carlos screamed at Detective Morgan, before his knees gave out on him, and he sank to the floor in tears.

Officer Garcia was quickly at his son's side, embracing him, and trying to quiet him down, whispering encouraging, soothing things in his son's ears. He reached into his pocket, finding his wallet. He pulled out a recent picture of Logan, and handed it to Detective Morgan.

"Here's a picture of Logan. Make copies of these, and put them up on flyers all over Austin, all over Texas even. Maybe someone has seen him. Have you put flyers with Trevor's face up as well?" Officer Garcia asked.

"Of course! I'll give you two some privacy," Detective Morgan said as he left the officer and his son.

Another police officer left the room as well to go make a phone call.

"Hello?" the voice of a mystery man answered.

"It's me. We've got a problem. There's this police officer and his hockey-helmet-wearing son at the hospital. They're onto you," the police officer stated.

Big Time Rush may not be a household name yet, but this mystery man knew who they were. He also knew which member tended to wear a hockey helmet, Carlos Garcia. He smiled sinisterly. Carlos and Logan were no doubt best friends. Carlos showing up in Austin could work out to his advantage.

"What do you want me to do? Want me to nab the boy?" the police officer asked.

"But of course. Only if you can separate him from his police officer father though," the mystery man replied.



The mole, Officer Adams, reentered the room where Carlos and his father were. He was the reason Trevor was even able to come back to Austin in the first place. With Officer Adams on the force, he could make sure they didn't pick up on Trevor's whereabouts. It was Officer Adams that had helped Trevor evade police custody for nearly a decade.

"For what it's worth, Carlos, I believe you," Officer Adams said.

Carlos smiled at the police officer. He was glad to hear that someone believed him. However, something struck Carlos' dad as odd. How did that police officer know Carlos' name? Carlos hadn't been introduced to him yet. He snaked a protective arm around his son's shoulders, pulling him close to his body.

"How do you know my son's name?" Officer Garcia questioned.

"He's a part of Big Time Rush. How else?" Officer Adams responded.

Officer Adams could sense that Carlos' dad was suspicious of him. He had many years to practice his craft, and outwardly, he remained unfazed. Due to the way that Officer Garcia was holding his son close, separating the two might be more difficult than he originally thought.

"What was that call you had to take about? What could possibly be so important?" Officer Garcia asked.

"With all due respect, officer, that's really none of your business. In fact, why don't you go back to Michigan or Minnesota or wherever the heck you came from? We have things under control here," Officer Adams responded.

Carlos' dad bolted to his feet. He really didn't like the way this police officer was talking to him. Carlos jumped to his feet also, getting in between the two.

"Papi, chill out!" Carlos begged.

"You have things under control? Really? Right, which is why a murderer has been walking the streets for ten years! Yeah! You really have things under control! Bravo!" Officer Garcia remarked sarcastically.

"Sometimes, the bad guys get away. It happens. You mean to tell me that you've put every single criminal in Michigan behind bars? I think not!" Officer Adams retorted.

Carlos tugged on his father's arm. He could see his dad's face start to get red. He noticed how his nostrils were flaring; how his hands clenched into fists.

"Dad, please! Walk away," Carlos pleaded.

As the two of them passed Officer Adams, he reached out, and grabbed Carlos by the wrist.

"Carlos, if you ever want to talk…" he started to say, but he never got to finish.

Officer Garcia shoved Officer Adams harshly, knocking him on his butt. Officer Garcia's eyes were ablaze with fury. His sensitivity training lessons really hadn't paid off. He was still as impulsive and hot-tempered as ever.

"Don't you ever touch my son again! Do I make myself clear?" Officer Garcia roared.

He really didn't like this guy; this Officer Adams. Officer Garcia just got a really bad feeling about him. Maybe if Logan hadn't been kidnapped, Officer Garcia wouldn't have behaved this way, but because Logan had been kidnapped, especially because Logan had been kidnapped, Carlos' dad wasn't going to take any chances.

Officer Adams chuckled.

"I could have you arrested for assaulting a police officer," he said to Carlos' dad.

"And I could have you arrested for assaulting my son!" Officer Garcia retaliated.

"Good luck making those charges stick! You're on my turf now!"

"Dad! Come on! Let's go!" Carlos exclaimed.


Carlos and his dad were sitting in their rental car. Carlos was slightly terrified of his father. He had never seen him like this before. He couldn't even remember a time when he saw his dad ever get mad. Certainly not this mad.

"What's gotten into you?" Carlos asked.

"Stay away from that police officer!" Officer Garcia ordered.

"Dad, I…"

"Promise me, Carlos! Promise me that you'll stay away from him!"

"Okay, okay. I promise."

Officer Garcia strapped on his seat belt, and turned on the ignition.

"Put on your seat belt, son," he instructed.

"Wait. Where are we going?" Carlos asked.

"Away from here."

Just then, there was a knock on the driver's side window of their rental car. Detective Morgan was on the other side of the glass. He gestured for Officer Garcia to roll down his window.

"We just got a call from a gas station clerk. Trevor was spotted at a gas station near the Texas/Louisiana border," Detective Morgan said.

Officer Garcia put the car in reverse, but before he could back out, he noticed that Detective Morgan was flanked by several police officers, one of which was Officer Adams.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Officer Garcia, you are under arrest for the assault of a police officer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I have just read to you?" Detective Morgan asked.

"Carlos, it's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay," Officer Garcia said, pulling his son into a tight hug.

"Please step out of the vehicle," Detective Morgan said.

Officer Garcia reluctantly did as he was asked. He didn't want to make things any worse than they already were. Apparently, Officer Adams wasn't kidding when he threatened to have him arrested for assaulting a police officer. However, Officer Garcia didn't care about any of that right now. All that mattered to him was that Carlos would now be without him; he would be alone.

Of course, Officer Adams was the one to slap the handcuffs on Carlos' dad. He took extreme pleasure in doing so too. He couldn't stop smiling the whole time.

"What are you doing? You can't arrest my father! Dad! Dad!" Carlos screamed as he clumsily got out of the car. He tried to run to his father, but Officer Adams held him back.

"I told you not to touch my son!" Officer Garcia yelled, squirming against his restraints.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of him," Officer Adams replied, smirking.

Carlos was helpless as he watched his dad get ushered into the back seat of a squad car. Tears streamed down his face. What was he going to do now? They had a new lead when it came to Logan's whereabouts, but what good would that do Carlos now? He didn't even have his learner's permit! Plus, now he didn't even have his dad!

Carlos wanted to scream. He wanted to tell someone what had happened, but who could he tell? He couldn't tell James and Kendall after what they did to him. He didn't have the heart to tell his own mother. He wasn't even sure he had the heart to tell Mama Knight. This had to be some sort of karma. This is what he got for sneaking off without telling anyone.

"It's okay, Carlos. It's going to be okay. You can stay with me until your dad is released," Officer Adams said.

To Be Continued…