O'Connell tore open the envelope and what came out was close to a ticket with some extra paper sheets along.

"Seattle Tacoma International Airport," he pronounced after facing no difficulty to read bold big text on its top. O'Connell's jaw dropped in melancholia when he understood everything how it was.

Raymond didn’t want him to leave the city. Instead he wanted him to leave the country. The dim light was causing difficulty for him to read but he took the passport and flipped its pages. He found out the passport had been used multiple times afore because immigration stickers were present on the pages.

The airport wasn’t very far from his current location. The airport was somewhere between ten to fifteen kilometers distant.

Little by little, he took out his car from the parking lot and then he stepped on the accelerator hard. No matter how weird it was but Raymond had saved his life and he was grateful for it. But he still had questions in his mind – why was he saying he had killed O'Connell and what had those documents to do with D'Amares?

He took out his mobile phone and attempted to call on the number back from where Raymond had called. As expected, the number had been disposed and now O'Connell was alone on his own. He didn’t stop dialing the number for several times but there was nothing he could do which could make Raymond to use the same number back again.

After driving for some five minutes his mobile started to ring. He pulled the phone out from his Levis' jeans and then received the call.

"Raymond! Thanks God, you've called me –"

"Allan…help me…" a faint voice spoke in weakness. The voice was not of Raymond. Instead, it was a woman's voice.

"Allan…I'm in trouble." the woman on line pleaded while O'Connell kept listening to her by full attention during his drive. He never had driven at night in condition.

"You're the damn reason Aitóuntes is behind me. Do you have any idea how many lives your phone call has claimed? I'm grateful to somebody that I'm alive till yet –"

But the caller burst into sobbing.

Allan O'Connell had no idea how to react when he realized the sound was somewhat familiar and different than the woman who had called him then.

O'Connell felt like a pyramid had fallen on his chest when he realized it was his mother's voice.

"Mom…is this you?"

"Yes…" she sobbed again in terror.

"Where are you? W – wh – what happened?" he was tensed after discovering his mother wasn’t safe and the reason for the mishap could be him.

"Some days ago, a group of people abducted me. I don’t know what happened to me after it. I was unconscious because of a syringe –"

"Where are you now? Do you have any clue?"

"I don’t know. I'm in a car's trunk and the car is still being driven. Maybe someone, by error, had dropped his phone here. This is why I've managed to call you." She explained in voice which was losing strength with every word. He was aware if the voice could go fragile then so could the person of her age.

He had no idea where she was being taken to. For a moment he thought to turn his car towards his house before he recalled what Raymond had done for him and what Taggart had been through for his safety. Maybe Taggart was dead by now. O'Connell's life was too valuable for being wasted and past few events had proven it well in a persuading manner.

He doubted Aitóuntes was behind this because there was no other reason for someone to kidnap his mother. Searching for his mother could take him closer to her as well as closer to them.