All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

“You promised to keep me abreast of what was happening, and then I find out from a neighbor that Stone was hiding under an alias?” Creighton was angry as he paced the floor of the den. He had been yelling at his brother for the past five minutes over the phone. Sandra occupied herself with making supper, but the house was quiet enough that she could hear her husband’s one-sided conversation clearly.“Damn it, Andrew, I would never have brought Sandra back here if I had thought there was still a threat of danger. Where is the bugger now?”“Crey, if you will calm down, we can discuss this,” Andrew told his brother. “I didn’t tell you about Stone because I was trying to verify the information first. What you heard were rumors, not the facts. I just learned today that he was using an alias and was wanted.”“That doesn’t excuse the fact I was not informed.”“Listen to me,” Andrew said with a deep sigh. “I didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t think there were any dangers. Stone, or Da

“I have no idea. I haven’t received any demands for money, no threats besides this and no clue that anything is amiss.”“The bodies?” she said softly. “Maybe that’s what all of this is about. Maybe someone wants money for information, or maybe they are just trying to scare off the investigation.” Sandra’s eyes widened as she looked up at her husband. “The killer wasn’t Gerrald Bachmeier. It couldn’t have been.”“The two incidents may not have anything to do with the other,” Creighton said, clenching his jaw. “But if I didn’t already know Konrad Bachmeier was dead, I’d think it was him doing all this. It’s just the type of sneaky act he used to pull.” “What do you mean?” she asked.“When he was living here, before his uncle sent him back to Germany, he would sneak onto the farms at night and dig up the vegetables, play pranks and let the chickens or sheep loose. Once he even drove off the Parker’s family donkey. When they found it, it had fallen into a ditch and broke its leg. They ha

“Let her go,” Sandra said gently, but strong enough that she actually felt very proud of herself. All the lessons her grandfather had taught her over the years came into play. Stay calm, remain in control of your emotions, don’t show your fear. They all came rushing back to her in a flood of consciousness.“But I like having her this close to me,” Bachmeier said.His tongue slithered out of his mouth like a snake as he ran it slowly up the side of Sabrina’s face. The girl closed her eyes and whimpered softly, unable to move away as he tightened his grip on her throat.“What do you want?” Sandra asked with a sharp tone. “Where is Emma and William?”“Don’t worry about them, they won’t be interrupting us. I’ve taken care of them and soon I’ll take care of you. But first, we’re going to take a little ride. See that bag on the chair?” Sandra turned to where his eyes darted and looked at the dark blue very dirty backpack sitting on the chair William always sat in.“Inside you’ll find thre

Papa insisted his granddaughters know how to use a gun and how to protect themselves. She would go hunting with him every year, a rifle in one arm, a pistol in the holder on her hip. If anyone were to look at her, they’d see a young girl who resembled Annie Oakley, ready to tame America’s wild west. She knew how to shoot; she knew how to use a knife and she was good with both. Hitting the bull’s-eye nine out of ten times. She loved to go out behind her grandfather’s house and practice shooting into a bale of hay. She would do it for hours on end, spending round after round. She thought about that now, as she glanced out the side windows of the car she was tethered to. If only she had a gun or knife, they’d be free of this moron once and for all.Right now, what she had to do was give Creighton time to find them. But how was another subject. She turned her wrist to look at the watch and fought the smile that threatened her lips. She had to somehow find a way to make him understand she

Bachmeier stopped at a gas station a few yards away from the restaurant and stepped out. He slid her card through the device on the pump and quickly shoved the hose into the gas tank as he began filling the car.“What are we going to do?” Sabrina asked in a shaky, fear filled tone.“You’re going to stay behind me as much as you can and let me take the lead,” Sandra answered, feeling much braver, certain the cook had written down the license number of the car. She looked out the side window beside Sabrina and frowned, seeing the man on his phone again.“What did you write on that paper towel?”“Just a message of help,” she whispered. It was now a waiting game and one she hoped they would win.Nightfall was far from being the cheerful experience he had anticipated. The house sitting outside the kitchen window was dark and quiet and filled with memories of laughter and happiness. His eyes hurt from all the tears he had shed. His throat was dry with fear and his head ached from thoughts