Tabor pulled the Suburban into the parking stall of the convenience store a little while later as Creighton and Andrew jumped out of the back, before he had a chance to put the vehicle in park. Morris was right beside them as they approached the cashier, flashing badges and speaking in French to him. The young man identified the pictures of Sandra and Sabrina and grimaced at the one of Bachmeier. He told them all that happened, and that Sabrina had used the phone. Creighton began pacing the floor while Morris went around the counter to check out the security cameras.Just a half hour earlier and they would have been able to catch up to them. Why was Sandra doing this? Why didn’t she leave when she had the chance? He was angry at her relentless insistence that she stay with him. He was angry that she was keeping Sabrina in the midst of this and he was angry at himself for allowing any of this to happen. He swore, when he got her back, he was locking her in the house and never letting h
Creighton sat in the back of the Suburban and watched his phone. The swirling green dial assured him Sandra was still in contact with him and somehow that made him feel better. He knew where they were and knew who was responsible for the murders at their farm. Now all he had to do was get her back in his arms and lock both her and Sabrina in a gilded cage.“We’ll be there, but probably not before them,” Andrew said, checking his own phone. “Just get us there. I have a score to settle with that son of a…”“As much as I agree with you, I can’t let you touch him,” Andrew interrupted. “It would cause problems with the courts. Just let us take care of him and you worry about keeping that wife of yours safe.” Creighton glared at his brother, but knew he was right. As much as he wanted to break Bachmeier’s neck, he wanted him to suffer in jail even more, along with his accomplice.“I have a blueprint of the clinic from Miriam’s contractor,” Andrew said with a smile. “With this, we’ll be ab
“You don’t want to do that,” Bachmeier argued. “She’s worth money to us. Unharmed.”“She’s not worth the spit of a slug to me,” the larger man said, his tone filled with hatred and thick with accent. “Take them into the other room and tie them up. We’ll deal with them later.” Bachmeier pulled the two by the arms and forced them down the hall to the medieval room. In the center of the ancient style décor sat two chairs with thick wood bases, sitting back to back against each other. He shoved them down to the seats and snatched the cuffs from the drawer, securing their hands behind their backs.“Gag them,” Silvano said from the doorway. “I don’t want to hear that sickening American voice again.” He watched as Sandra turned an angry eye to him while Bachmeier completed his task of cuffing their feet to the posts of the chairs. He took two ball-gags from the credenza and placed the wiffle style plastic objects into their mouths, strapping them behind their heads.“Come on,” Silvano said
So, it was Silvano who had killed those guards and that prisoner. He was the mastermind behind all of this, but that still didn’t explain why. She and Sabrina sat back to back on the wooden chairs, hands cuffed behind their backs, ankles tight against the legs of the chairs. They couldn’t speak around the balls in their mouths, but Sandra’s mouth was dry, and her face throbbed with pain, making her feel slightly nauseated. She was beginning to grow very anxious and nervous as she sat staring around the medieval decorations. It was the room Miriam said was her particular favorite. Fear was an unwelcomed friend and she knew if she didn’t control it, she would lose her stance. She had to remain calm and push aside her emotions. There would be time for letting go once she was back in her husband’s arms. Closing her eyes, Sandra drew a deep breath thinking of her unborn child, her home in Yorkshire, her grandparents who would be arriving in England that same day, with her sister whom sh
Sabrina whimpered and Sandra shifted in her seat to get his attention. He glanced back to her, releasing Sabrina’s face and licking his fat lips with the tip of his tongue. Sandra could feel her sister-in-law cringe behind her, her head turning away from his lustful gaze, but Sandra continued to stare him down. She had to make certain he dealt with her and not the younger girl. It was the only way to keep them on a safe, level ground.Silvano didn’t miss the disgusted look on his captive’s face and snarled at her again as he walked in front of the chair she was secured to, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head backward to look into her stern, swollen face.“You Americans act as though you’re above the rest of the world,” he said in a deep, slightly slurred tone. “The only thing that has brought you this far, is the money that husband of yours is going to pay for your release. The fact that you are quite beautiful, is an added benefit. I usually don’t waste my time with dirty y
“Good, then he’ll know how easy it was to disarm you. Maybe he’ll just tuck his tail between his legs and crawl back into whatever hole the two of you came out of.” Silvano growled as he lunged for the gun, wrapping his hand around hers, but Sandra held tight, her thumb never once coming off the hammer. She lifted her knee and connected it with the throbbing pain in his already sore crotch. The man cried out, his hands cupping around his twitching penis, tears streaming down his red cheeks as he fell to the floor a second time. “Get up,” Sandra ordered again as she took a step backward away from him. Her tone was even and filled with anger as she watched him struggle to his feet, whimpering in pain. “Over to the bed.” She waved the pistol toward the large four poster bed and waited as he hobbled to it. His pants slid down his legs as he gingerly sat on the edge of the mattress, whimpering like a sad puppy. She waited until he was far enough away from them that she could move withou
Sandra lit the candles and handed one to her sister-in-law, carefully leading her down the dark steps, feeling their way along the concrete wall until their feet touched the cold stone floor. “Now, what do we do?” Sabrina asked, looking around at the array of unassembled furniture, lamps, tables, bed frames, mattresses and many, many sealed brown boxes. The room was barely sixty feet square, and Sandra frowned as she glanced around the clutter for a suitable place to hide. It was filled with more items than her grandparents’ garage had been after she moved her stuff from storage into it.“We’ll stay down here. I doubt he’ll come looking this far, but if he does there are plenty of places to hide. Creighton and Andrew will be here soon.”“Are you sure?”“Positive. We just need to be strong and stay hidden until they get here.”“What do you think Bachmeier is doing now? Do you think he’s figured out we’re gone?” Sabrina asked in a hushed whisper as she and Sandra moved to the far side
“Shh,” Sandra insisted, hugging her shoulders. “We just need to stay quiet until we know what’s going on. Don’t make a sound and he won’t find us.”They stayed hidden behind the mattress as the stillness surrounded them. There were no sounds from the floor above them and it made her curious and worried. What if Creighton was there? What if he had found Silvano and Bachmeier? How was he to know where they were hiding?Two more gunshots sounded through the building’s stillness, followed by the angry voice of Bachmeier shouting for them again. Sandra jumped at the noise and sighed, thankful she hadn’t crept out to see what was going on as she was thinking of doing. The sounds of furniture being overturned, and doors being slammed shut echoed through the silence of the storage room. It was only a matter of time before he searched down here and found them. That much they knew for certain.Just as she began to wonder about her husband again, the door of the storage room opened and Sabrina