The windows were covered so we couldn’t see inside. And the door was locked.
“The manager’s on the way with the key.”
I didn’t know if we had long enough to wait. I walked around the building to the back, jumped the wood fence that designated the small yard behind the condo. There was a sliding glass door opening onto a porch. I walked up to it, trying to see past the blinds that hung there.
I couldn’t see anything. And there was no sound.
If Brianna was in there…
I looked around, grabbing a brick lying discarded on the ground near the porch. I hadn’t pitched since high school, but it was a good throw. The door shattered, raining glass everywhere over the narrow porch. An alarm sounded, a high-pitched scream that hurt my ears. I ignored it, rushing inside. The house was clearly occupied by someone, but there was very little furniture. A small card table in the kitchen. A chair set in front of the wall Ian thought might have been the set for the videos. And a small cot on the other side of the living room.
I rushed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. The master bedroom was completely empty, as was the spare room. Back downstairs. There was a small den behind the stairs. The door was locked.
I could hear Killian pounding on the front door. I ignored him, as I raised my foot and slammed it against the doorknob. It crumpled instantly and the door opened.
She was lying on a narrow cot like the one out in the living room, her hands bound behind her, her ankles held together with a single cable tie. She was unconscious, but she was breathing, I could see the slight movements in her narrow chest. I quickly grabbed her, carrying her in my arms the same way I might have done a baby. I could hear sirens as I burst out the front door.
Ian took Brianna from me as Killian rushed across the parking lot to the SUV, opening the back doors. We ran even as Kevin moved to intersect the property manager. I could hear him talking calmly, saying something about his ill sister, as the property manager looked on with an expression of overwhelming confusion. Kevin jumped into the SUV as Killian pulled out, nearly turning the top-heavy vehicle over as he turned out of the parking lot.
I touched Brianna’s forehead lightly as I tugged the gag away from her mouth. Like Conor, she had a cloth in her mouth covered by a piece of duct tape. The tape left a raw mark on her lips above sores that indicated this wasn’t the first time she’d had the tape on her mouth. Her wrists were raw, too, where the cable ties had been left too tight. I cut it away, shifting to get to her ankles, too.
“Drugs?”
Ian shrugged. “Could be anything. Dehydration, low blood sugar, drugs, fear…almost anything.”
“The nearest hospital is about ten miles,” Killian said.
I nodded, running my hand slowly over the top of Brianna’s head. She had my coloring, my red hair and green eyes. But she looked so much like her mother that it physically hurt to look at her. She had Cassidy’s high cheekbones, her slight shoulders, her full lips.
Where the hell was Cassidy?
She stirred slightly, moaning as she turned into Ian’s chest. He held her closer, the expression on his face softening as her hand moved over his arm. Maybe he’d find some love in his hardened heart for his little sister after all.
I wanted to carry her into the hospital, but Ian wouldn’t even give me the chance. We walked through the emergency room doors, a ragtag group. Killian and I dressed in suits, Ian in jeans, and Kevin in workout clothes. Brianna wore a long sweater and a pair of shorts, her hair falling in a cascade of tangles over Ian’s arm. A nurse came over immediately and directed us to a room behind the triage area.
Ian didn’t put her down until the nurse insisted, finally setting her on the gurney. She shooed us out of the way as she set about inserting an IV into Brianna’s arm. Others came into the room and blocked our view, finally forcing us out into the hallway. I wanted to know what was happening. It made me nervous as more and more people rushed into the room, only a few coming out and returning with more supplies. Kevin took my arm and drew me down the hall.
“We need to let them do their jobs.”
The four of us waited in a small room just off the trauma area, Ian leaning nonchalantly against a wall, Killian sitting in a chair, leaning forward against his knees. Kevin was staring out a small window that looked out on the parking lot. I was pacing.
This bothered me. Everything about it bothered me.
“Why was it so easy? Why did they let us find her so easily?”
“What makes you think they let us find her?” Ian asked.
“There was no one there watching over her. They wanted us to find her.”
“You think we played into some plan they had?” Killian asked. “How could they have known we would come here?”
“After that message at the warehouse and the texts on Cassidy’s phone? What else would we do?”
“But why not just let her go?”
I shook my head. “To keep us off track?”
“To play with you,” Kevin said.
I had to agree with that. “This is all about getting back at me for something. They wanted me to have to break into that condo to rescue her.”
“Why?”
That was the question.
“To buy time,” Ian suggested.
“It’s about Cassidy. Or Stacy. Or both.”
Killian stood. “I’ll go to New York now.”
“And you go back to the condo complex. See if you can find anything,” I said to Ian.
“What about me?” Kevin asked.
“Stay with Pops,” Killian said immediately. “He needs your support.”
Kevin came to me, as Ian and Killian left, touching my arm as I stood watching. I moved back into my pacing pattern, staring at the floor as I tried to work the puzzle out in my head.
“If they hurt either Cassidy or Stacy…”
“Why would someone want to hurt them? How would they even know about Cassidy?”
“They knew about her relationship to me. They knew that taking Brianna would get Cassidy to come back to me, that it would drive her to do anything they asked. How did they know that?”
“Mothers are like that. They fight for their children.”
“It has to be more than that. And how did they know about Cassidy’s relationship with me? No one knew about that.”
“Mom knew.”
I glanced at Kevin. “How do you know that?”
“Like Ian, I heard her say the name Cassidy a few times when you fought.”
I could only remember once or twice when Abigail brought up Cassidy during an argument. And that had been years ago, when Kevin was too young to remember much of anything.
“Are you sure you didn’t just hear Ian mention her?”
“Maybe.”
“Mom didn’t throw my past into my face that often. Especially not the last ten years or so of our marriage.”
“But it hurt her. She never forgot.”
I was a little confused. I studied him, wondering what he knew about it. He’d spent time alone with Abigail those last few days, but she wouldn’t have…would she?
“Brianna Myers family?”
A doctor in blue scrubs approached us. I held out my hand.
“I’m Brian Callahan. Her father.”
The doctor shook my hand. “Your daughter is suffering from dehydration and a drug overdose. We gave her a medication that will clear the drugs from her body.”
“What do you mean, drug overdose?”
The doctor cleared his throat. “Your daughter had lethal levels of Percocet in her body. If you hadn’t brought her in when you did, she would have been dead in a matter of moments.”
I glanced at Kevin. His expression was as shocked as I felt.
“Your daughter has curious marks on her wrists and ankles. Has someone been holding her hostage?”
I didn’t like the implication in the doctor’s words. He clearly thought we’d been holding her for some reason.
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bsp; “She was kidnapped.”
The doctor looked skeptical. “We’ll have to call the police.”
“Of course. But can we see her?”
The doctor hesitated, but then he nodded. “She’s still in bay three.”
Kevin followed close behind me. She was alone when we walked through the door, but a nurse quickly followed, moving around the bed to check her IV line.
“She needs rest,” the nurse said. “They’ll probably take her upstairs in a little while.”
“How long will she need to stay?” Kevin asked.
“A few days. Just until the drugs are clear from her body and she’s no longer dehydrated. I think the doctor also wanted to give her antibiotics for these marks on her wrist,” she said, shifting the sheet so that we could see her wrists were wrapped in bright white bandages.
I went to the bed and touched Brianna’s cheek lightly. The nurse watched me, curiosity in her eyes. Then she left, hesitating at the door.
“I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”
“Thank you.”
The moment she was gone, I said, “Go find a car. I’ll meet you out back in five.”
Kevin didn’t say a word, just slipped out the door to do as I’d asked. That was the thing about my boys. They were well behaved and knew not to question their father.
Thank you, Abigail.
I searched through the drawers to find some gauze. I’d been cut, stabbed, shot…I knew how to take care of a wound. I took a wad of gauze and carefully slipped the IV from Brianna’s arm. They’d taken her clothes, but she was dressed in a long hospital gown, her curves properly covered. Just the same, I grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up like a baby. Once again, I was carrying her like a baby in my arms, experiencing one aspect of her childhood that I’d missed and would never get back.
There was an exit door not far from where her room was. I knew an alarm would sound, so I waited, counted to fifty as slowly as I could while my ears strained to catch the sounds of someone coming. Then I pushed through, relieved to see Kevin in a small, dark sedan at the end of a narrow alley. We were in the car, speeding back toward the parking lot before the alarm alerted anyone.
“Who the hell are you?”
Brianna was awake.
Chapter 25
Cassidy
“Did he call?” someone behind me asked.
“Not yet.”
“So we just sit here and wait?”
“That’s what he said.”
“This is bullshit! What if some cop comes over, wondering why we’re parked here?”
“He would have thought of that. He thinks of stuff like that.”
I rolled onto my side, trying to find a comfortable position. Something was pressing into my hip, leaving it sore. I was afraid it was bruised. At my age, even a little bruise…what the hell was I thinking about? They were going to kill me and I was worried about a bruise on my hip!
“Why do you suppose he wants her? I could almost understand that other one, the pretty redhead. But this one?”
“It’s none of our business.”
“Hey!” I said, the gag in my mouth muffling my voice. “My daughter!”
Something landed with a thud against my belly. The air rushed out of my lungs.
“Shut up, bitch!”
Brian, where are you?
I pulled my knees up. Tears filled my eyes, but the blindfold quickly absorbed them.
What was happening?
A hand slipped over my side in a most intimate way.
“Sorry,” a warm, chocolatey voice said against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. Despite those fools up there, I think you’re very beautiful and I’d hate to see your pale skin marred by bruises. But you have to be quiet.”
I stiffened as his hand moved lower on my belly, touching the place where I’d been hit. I suddenly wished I’d put on something more substantial than a thin t-shirt when I was rushing to get to the airport. Like a chastity belt. His hand was under my shirt, sliding up over my ribs, his fingertips brushing the bottom of my bra. I protested with a low moan, but he must have taken it as permission to go higher rather than a protest because his fingers pushed under my bra.
Please, please, please!
“Cut it out, Ricky,” one of the voices from the front of the van said. “You know he wouldn’t like it if he knew what you were doing.”
“Can’t help myself,” he said, his lips close enough to my ear that I could feel the heat of his breath. “She’s gorgeous.”
“She’s as old as my mother!” the other boy said, disgust clear in his voice. “Quit touching her, man.”
“I’d fuck your mother, too,” the one they called Ricky said. But his hand moved away from my breasts, sliding slowly down my belly and brushing against the top of my jeans before he was gone. “Older women know what they’re doing, buddy.”
“Yeah, well, I still prefer the firm, tight-assed bitches. A hell of a lot more fun fucking a tight cunt over a loose one.”
“I don’t know how guys do it, fucking the same girl every night for their entire lives. Must get boring.”
“Why do you think daddies cheat?”
“True.”
“I wouldn’t,” Ricky said. “If I had me a fine piece of ass like this one, I’d be perfectly happy to be with her every night of my life.”
“Because you’re a weirdo.”
I felt the wind of something moving past me and heard it slam against the wall of the van. Then there was a tussle of some sort, as if the guys were fighting. But then one of the guys from the front said, “Cut it out.”
His phone had rung. It was time for them to find out what they were going to do with me.
Chapter 26
Brian
Brianna sat up, sliding away from me over the long bench of the back seat.
“I asked who you were,” she said.
“My name is Brian Callahan.”
“Who are you? Where are we? Where are we going?”
“We’re taking you somewhere safe.”
“I want to…I…how did you…?”
“I’m sure you have lots of questions, Brianna. And we’ll answer them when we can, but right now we have a few things we need to take care of.”
She shook her head, her eyes flashing to Kevin. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror and smiled, that crooked smile that always won him affection even from strangers. But she wasn’t going for it.
“Where’s my mom?”
That was a good question.
“I was kidnapped,” she said, her eyes wild as she shifted from staring at Kevin to looking at me to checking out the traffic beyond the windows. “My mom was coming to town, and I was cleaning my place and someone came in through the back door…they made me say things to her…they…” Her eyes came back to me. “Brian?”
“Yes. Brian Callahan. I’m an old friend of your mother’s.”
“They said your name. Are you…?” She backed up against the door. “Are you one of them?”
“No, Brianna. I’m not.”
I reached for her, but she panicked, turning and trying to open the door. Thank God Kevin had the presence of mind to lock the door and press the button that wouldn’t allow her to unlock it.
“I’m a friend of your mom’s. We came here to find you.”
“My mom…”
Tears overflowed her eyes. A sob slipped from between her lips, even as her eyes continued to move from window to window, from me to Kevin and back again.
“Your mom and I are old friends. She came to Boston and showed me the videos and the text messages your kidnappers were sending her.”
“She showed you?”
“She wanted me to get you back for her. And I did.”
She focused on me again, taking in everything about me. Some calm came to her, but tears still rolled in big globs down her face.
“Is my mom okay? I was so afraid something…they wanted her to gather information on you. I was afraid you
would hurt her.”
“I would never do that,” I said, speaking without thinking. But there was something in my voice that calmed her, that made her focus harder on me.
“You’re from Boston?”
“I am.”
“My mom went to college in Boston before she married my dad.”
“I know. That’s when I met her. She was waiting for a bus on a rainy day in October.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “She would never talk much about her time in Boston. But she did tell me once about a guy with intense green eyes she met at a bus stop. Said he offered her a ride because it was raining, but she’d always been told not to get into cars with strangers.”
“She said no at first, but I convinced her I wasn’t a stranger.”
Brianna inclined her head slightly. There was new interest in her eyes as she studied me, interest that dulled the fear.
“You’re the one.”
“The one?”
Brianna reached up to run her hands through her hair, but she caught sight of the bandages on her wrists and she stopped. She touched them, almost as if she didn’t understand what they were. And then she found the bloody spot where I’d removed the IV line, her thumb brushing over the growing bruise.
“I was in the hospital?”
“Yes. But they called the police and we can’t wait around for the police to sort things out.”
“Why not? Where’s my mom?”
I took her hand and held it gently between both of mine, encouraging her to look me in the eye.
“You have to trust me, Brianna. I know after everything you’ve been through, that’s asking a lot. But you have to trust me.”
She was quiet for a long moment, her tears drying on her cheeks. Her eyes were so bright, they reminded me of my sister’s eyes. Kathleen. She’d been a beautiful girl up until the day her husband beat her to death. I would never forget her eyes, the plea in them when she asked for help three days before he found her in the room I’d put her in, until he killed her. And I would never forget his eyes, the light going out of them as I paid him back. His family still had no idea what happened to him.
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