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Chapter Twelve

Bosley was driving alone in his car. Jonathan and Jennifer were following in their own car. Bosley spotted a light on in a warehouse as he drove past it. He parked half a block away and went to investigate. He walked over to the back of the warehouse and peered in the window. He saw Sabrina alone and tied to a chair. He climbed silently through the window and crept up behind her. When he touched the ropes she gasped in terror and turned to face him. "Relax," he said softly. "It's only me."

"Bos? How did you find me?" She whispered.

He started trying to untie the ropes, knowing that they had little time. "Jonathan had the call traced to a phone booth nearby." It was no good. The knots were tied too tightly. He patted his pockets frantically. "I need something to cut these ropes."

"Why don't you try a knife?" A voice questioned in amusement from behind them.

Bosley turned around slowly.

Wilson stood in the doorway, smiling.

* * * * *

Jonathan and Jennifer were waiting at the designated spot for Bosley.

"Something must have happened to him," Jennifer said.

"His time's up," Jonathan stated, checking his watch. "He must have found something." He opened the car door on his side. "Well, we'll just have to find him."

* * * * *

Wilson had a gun pointed at Bosley. "How nice of you to stop by."

Josephs came over to them. "How did you find us?"

"A little bird told me where you were," Bosley answered sarcastically.

"Very funny," Wilson snapped. "You'd better have what I want, funny man."

"I do," Bosley answered calmly.

"Good! Hand it over slowly."

"I don't have it here."

"Okay, look," Wilson began, trying to control his fury. "I've been patient. I'm tired of these games! We go get them now." He turned to Josephs. "You watch her."

"Wait a minute!" Bosley protested quickly. "You'll need both of us."

"Why?" Wilson demanded. "She doesn't know where the stuff is. I should kill her right now."

"Then you'll never get your pictures," Bosley said confidently.

"I didn't say I would," Wilson stated testily. He didn't like the way things were going. "However, I'm sure you'd rather show me than have her 'hurt'."

"She'll be safe here, mister," Josephs promised quickly.

"It's either that way or no way," Wilson added, pulling out a gun. "Come on. And remember, no tricks."

Bosley rose to his feet in resignation.

He and Wilson went outside. Suddenly a figure jumped from the shadows and tackled Wilson. He then gave Wilson a swift uppercut to the jaw and knocked him out.

Jonathan and Jennifer came out of the shadows.

"How did you find us?" Bosley whispered, picking up Wilson's gun.

"We followed you," Jennifer answered, taking some rope out of her pockets and tying up Wilson.

They all trooped back inside, guns at the ready.

Josephs looked up, hearing the noise. He saw that Bosley had his gun pointed directly at his head. He swallowed hard.

"Hello, again," Bosley said frostily.

"Jennifer, please untie Sabrina," Jonathan requested, watching Bosley closely.

Jennifer nodded and did as instructed.

Once untied Sabrina stood up slowly and started to massage her wrists.

"Should I tie up this one as well?" Jennifer asked.

"Let me do the honors," Sabrina stated.

"My pleasure," Jonathan agreed.

They two of them together tied Josephs hand and foot.

* * * * *

The next week Bosley, Sabrina, Kelly, and Kris were in a restaurant.

"I don't believe it," Kris said in awe. "You and Jonathan Hart were in the Navy together."

"Why not?" Bosley demanded indignantly.

"Is Jonathan Hart as handsome in real life as he is in his pictures?" Kelly asked, trying to lessen the tension.

"He sure is," Sabrina answered, smiling dreamily. "And Jennifer's just as pretty."

"Are you sure they're coming?" Kris asked, glancing at her watch.

"They said they'd be here," Bosley answered. He saw them coming from across the room. "Here they are now."

Jonathan and Jennifer walked over.

"Sorry we're late," Jonathan apologized, "but we ran into some heavy traffic."

"I don't believe it," Kelly said breathlessly.

"Really, it was terrible," Jennifer said, backing her husband's story.

"Oh!" Kelly blushed. "I wasn't - I mean, I didn't think he really knew you."

Jonathan looked Bosley up and down. "Have you noticed that no one believes you when you tell them that?"

"You noticed that, too," Bosley commended wryly.

"It's just so - unbelievable," Kris tried to explain. "The Jonathan and Jennifer Hart."

"I guess it's true what they say," Kelly added. "It's a small world after all."

Everyone laughed.

Jonathan and Jennifer sat down.

The waiter came over, took their orders and then left.

"We're giving a dinner party next week, if you'd like to come," Jennifer said.

"Is Charlie coming?" Kris asked eagerly.

"He's invited," Jonathan answered.

"Someone will warn him that we're there," Sabrina remarked assuredly.

"Who would do that?" Jennifer asked in surprise.

Kris, Kelly and Sabrina turned to stare at Bosley pointedly.

"Hey!" He protested defensively. "That's my job."

There were groans from the Angels.

The waiter brought their drinks over.

"A toast," Sabrina said, lifting her glass. "To new and old friends: Thanks for everything."

They all raised their glasses.

The End

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