Richard"What the hell?" snarls James. "Fucking wilful, infuriating, stupid woman...." Michael breaks in. "Wilful she may be. Infuriating she certainly is. But stupid she's not. She's obviously planned this, so perhaps we should start working around whatever it is she's up to. Let's do what she said and check our e-mails."Rubbing the back of his neck, James nods apologetically. "You're right.…"Michael turns to me. "Richard. Can I get online somewhere?""Let's all go down to my office. We can see things more easily there."As we step out of the elevator, Francis stands, holding up her phone. "I've just had a message from Charlotte…""You and we all. Get hold of a laptop for Michael to use."*****JAMESSuppressing my impulse to scream with rage, I retrieve my laptop from my office next door then join Michael and Richard in his office. Francis appears moments later with her own machine for Michael.Booting up, I drum fingers on the desktop while I wait for my e-m
James"Where is she now?" asks Francis."Well away from the City now, and off the main highways.… no more cameras."As we watch the screens, two of the travelling points stop moving. The remaining five split, three going one way together, the other two travelling separately.Her mobile?I check.My stomach churning, "One of the static signals is the one for her phone. Michael's voice has a panicky edge. "So, they've got her and dumped her mobile?" He closes his eyes for a moment. "The other static one?""No idea."Where do you have the tracers, Jade?I'm going to thrash the living daylights out of you for this...."What was that?" says Michael.Am I talking to myself now?"She's not going to sit down for a fucking week when I catch up with her…""Keep your temper under control," he growls. "It's not helping."I snap back. "Oh, and you're pleased with her?""No, I'm not. When we do get her back, I'll hold your coat. But we all know why she's done this...
JamesCharlotte's signals vanish from the screen and my gut twists. For brief endless seconds, the three of us; myself, Richard and Michael, sit silently. I stare at my screen, trying to will the signal back into existence.Jade........ What have you done?Richard won't meet my eye....It's his wife she's trying to rescue....Recovering from my paralysis, I stand. "Time to go. We've done as much as we can from here."Michael rises with me. "Yes. Which car?""Yours. It's more rugged than mine. We may need to go cross-country, or on poor trails.""Okay. I'll drive. You handle the computers and concentrate on finding the signal again. You're better at the tech stuff than me.""Fair enough.... Francis…" I yell out for Richard's PA, briefly glancing at Richard himself who simply waves his hands in a 'Get on with it…' gesture.She must have been waiting outside the door, which opens almost as the words spill from my mouth."Yes, James?"My mind racing as to the pos
Horse and rider canter into the yard, assorted pairs of eyes watching their arrival.It's a fine sunny day and everyone has found work to do outside. Brett wearing faded overalls, touches up blistered paint on the sheds, giving her a wave as she passes. Old Jacob, busy clearing a blocked drain in the yard and wearing his usual stinking rags, follows her with his rheumy gaze. Tom, stripped to the waist to keep the muck off his shirt, helps. Well-muscled from hard physical work, he's a handsome sight. Some girl called Carol must have thought the same, judging by the tattooed rose carrying her name which curves from shoulder to chest.But handsome is as handsome does, and his good looks are spoiled by his slit-eyed scowl as, seeing Jenny, he turns away.Jenny's stance now is very different from the first time she mounted Maggie. Sitting straight, her spine is a smooth curve from shoulder to hip. Her thighs move rhythmically in a rise-and-fall with Maggie's movement, and her hair,
"I can't stop thinking about you, Jenny. I don't know anyone else like you. I want to be with you all of the time. Forever."Jenny's gaze is mesmerised. "Really all the time?""Yes, really. Jenny, why don't we get married? Then we can be together forever."She frowns. "But we're too young to get married.""That doesn't matter." Chad is all enthusiasm, his hands waving wildly as he speaks. "It's our last year at school. We could get married next year. Or the year after that. It'll be forever anyway won't it, once we do it? So, waiting a while doesn't matter. We can just.... agree.... that's what we're going to do."Chin trembling a little, her startling green gaze swimming, "You really want to marry me?""Yes, I do. Would you like to marry me?" He holds her at the shoulders. "Please say yes."She barely hesitates. "Oh, yes. Yes, I would."Chad breaks into a pumpkin smile. "Can I.... kiss you?" He moves a little closer. She blinks, stepping back. "Really," he says, "Just
RichardMichael curses and slams onto the accelerator, but it's not clear who will reach the women first. Spot-lit by beams from three directions Charlotte halts, hovers for a fraction of a second, then suddenly releases Elizabeth, shoving her in our direction, gesticulating and screeching instructions at her. My wife totters towards us but Charlotte dashes off to one side, vanishing into the darkness and one of the cars turns to follow."Shit!" spits James. "We can't follow both!" "Neither can they…" mutters Michael, his foot still hard on the gas as he helter-skelters towards Elizabeth. "Get ready to pull her in," he shouts back to me, but I'm already half hanging out of the back door, reaching for my Love. She can see me and in the harsh light of the head-lamps, her eyes are desperate, swollen, her face white and tear-streaked as, seeing me, arms outstretched, she screams my name.As we are all but on top of her, Michael jams on the brakes, in a tyre-shredding, teeth-
Richard"Where to?" asks the uniform driving us back to the City."My offices, thank you.""The offices?" murmurs Elizabeth from her place in my embrace."We'll stay in one of the guest apartments. I'll feel better knowing I have you close at hand and it means we have James and Michael close by too."All the drive back, I cradle her in my arms. She doesn't speak, simply resting her face against my chest. And desperate though I was to have my Elizabeth returned to me, I can't forget that I have left behind James and Michael, their Charlotte still lost.And I'm uneasy. Will they think I've abandoned them?Surely not.... not under these conditions....Elizabeth....Back in the apartment, at last with privacy to speak properly, I almost crush her as I hold her to me, and she bursts into tears again, her shoulders shaking as I rock her. "Oh, Master, I thought I was never going to see you again.""We didn't know how to find you. I was ready to tear the world apart, but
RichardElizabeth sips at the wine, then, "I'd not been there long when the door opened again and this time it was Charlotte." She twists around to look me in the face. "Master, I just wanted to cry when I saw who it was. They shoved her inside and locked the door behind her." Another sip of wine. "She didn't seem a bit surprised to see me....""No, she wouldn't. Her entire aim was to get to you. To get them to take her to you."She ducks her head, shrinking in on herself. "She really set herself up to save me?""Yes, she did. Against everything that anyone could do to stop her. Will Stanton suggested the idea, but Michael and James wouldn't hear of it. They said it was far too dangerous...."Do I tell her that I tried to stop Charlotte too?.... Later perhaps, when she's recovered....She digests this. "And those combs she gave me.... It was just an excuse to plant a tracker on me? So, you could find me?""It seems so. You can ask her yourself when we get her back."