Sylvia had been in the operating room for three hours. Madelyn waited outside, repeatedly calling Forrest's phone, but he didn't answer.

Restlessly pacing back and forth, she wondered, 'Where on earth could Forrest be?' She didn't have any contact numbers for Forrest's close ones; she only had his.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Madelyn's mind, 'Could he be with Alex at Portsmouth Fishing Village?' Besides that place, she had no idea where else he might go.

Madelyn quickly found the phone number for the owner of Happy Seafood Grill, Jeff Massey.

While the phone was dialing, she thought, 'Please pick up!'

Meanwhile, at Portsmouth Fishing Village, Jeff was being held captive by a group of thugs. They had driven out all the diners who were enjoying their meals.

"What do you want?" Jeff asked.

Fred played with a knife in his hand. "Oh, nothing much, just a little something. But you'd better behave yourself, or this knife in my hand might lose its manners. If anyone calls you and asks a