The TAKEN! Series - Books 1-4 (Taken! Box Set)

by Remington Kane

  The door behind him opened and he turned his head to find an old lady walking out with a pocketbook in one hand and a set of keys in the other.

  When he stood up, she finally noticed him, and as she took in his bloody, disheveled form and the gun sticking out of his belt, two words escaped her lips.

  “Well shit,”

  CHAPTER 25

  Tyler pulled up in front of the house and Jessica flew into her father’s arms as he stepped out of the van.

  “Daddy, are you alright?”

  “I am, and it’s all due to your friend here, Tyler. If not for him, Stiletto would have gutted me like a fish.”

  “Did the police capture him?” Tyler asked Jessica's husband.

  He walked over to shake Tyler’s hand.

  “They haven’t caught him yet, and if he eludes them, he’ll show up here eventually.”

  “I’ve got classes tomorrow, but I could cancel them and stay.”

  “No, if you remain here the police will question you, and I don’t think you want that.”

  “No, it’s best if I stay under their radar.”

  ***

  As Tyler prepared to drive away, Jessica leaned into the van and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Thank you for saving my father,”

  “It was my pleasure, Doctor, I’m only sorry that my aim wasn’t better.”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “If he shows up here, Jessica and I will stop him.”

  Tyler grinned. “I have no doubt of that.”

  Jessica’s father spoke to him, as they watched Tyler drive away.

  “Your friend is interesting, exactly who is he?”

  “As far as the police are concerned, you were saved by a good Samaritan who never gave you his name.”

  “Ah, say no more, the last thing I’d want to do is to get that man in trouble. He truly did save my life.”

  They went inside and Dr. White called the police to let them know that he was safe.

  Twenty minutes later, Chief of Police Jack Dent arrived with Officer Traci Vargas, and in the patrol car behind them was Officer Dave Callaway.

  After introductions were made, the chief took Dr. White’s statement, as Jessica familiarized Vargas and Callaway with their security system.

  When Traci Vargas left them to scout the home’s perimeter, Dave Callaway stayed with Jessica on the porch. Callaway was in his late thirties, tall and lean, with black hair and a trim moustache.

  “It certainly is secluded out here,” Calloway said.

  Jessica nodded in agreement.

  “Yes, but we like the privacy,”

  Callaway stared at her.

  “Is something wrong?” Jessica said.

  “No, and I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that you’re so beautiful.”

  “Oh, well, thank you for saying that,”

  Callaway sent her a grin and a shrug.

  “It’s the truth,”

  “Right, well, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go find my husband.”

  Callaway tipped his cap.

  “Yes ma’am, and I’ll be right out here keeping watch.”

  Jessica glanced back at him before entering the house and found that he was watching her.

  ***

  The FBI arrived shortly thereafter, and Jessica was surprised to see that it was Agent Rob Stevens in charge. She and her husband had recently worked with him on a case in South Carolina.

  She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

  “Rob, it’s good to see you again. Does this mean that you’ve been reassigned?”

  “Yes, Juliet and I are now neighbors of yours. We have a house just a few miles from here, near the college.”

  “That’s great, and how is Juliet?”

  “She’s happier than I’ve ever seen her. I think she’s getting a kick out of decorating the house. I’m sure we’ll have you by once it’s done.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  ***

  Stiletto had made the old woman attend to his wounds before tying her to a kitchen chair and searching the house.

  After scarfing down food from the refrigerator, he went upstairs and came across a bottle of prescription painkillers in the medicine cabinet that had expired a year earlier, but triple the dose seemed to do the trick and the ache in his arm went down five levels, and blessedly, his headache finally went away.

  In the bedroom closet, he found a .38 inside an old cigar box and also several plastic bins full of men’s clothing. The old woman had said that she was a widow and the clothes had probably belonged to her husband. It was all a bit big for him, however the shoes were the right size and, after all, he would have to make due.

  Once he was freshly showered and attired in his new wardrobe, he went downstairs and into the kitchen, where he found the old lady lying on her side in the chair.

  “You tried to get free, didn’t you? Hell, you’re lucky you didn’t break your neck falling over like that.”

  The woman stared at him with tears in her eyes.

  “Help me up, please?”

  “With this arm? Hell, I barely had the strength to tie you up.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  Stiletto reached over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a large knife from a set of cutlery. He then walked towards the woman, smiling.

  “Oh, I have plans for you, don’t you worry about that.”

  And as he bent down toward her with the knife, she screamed.

  ***

  The attack came just after dark, as a blue Lincoln Navigator turned off the road and started down the driveway. The large vehicle moved quickly towards the house, as the lights blazed to full brilliance and revealed that the driver was wearing a ski mask and holding a weapon.

  Officer Callaway was reputed to be the best shot among the officers and agents gathered and it was his job to take out the driver. Callaway was lying flat atop the roof of the porch with a rifle, and he fired three shots into the vehicle as it came around the final curve.

  A bright red spray of arterial blood splattered across the windshield and the vehicle veered into a tree.

  Three federal agents and two police officers rushed over to the vehicle with their weapons drawn, as inside the home, the dog began barking wildly.

  ***

  Rolling out of the back of the SUV hurt like hell, but as he made it to the rear of the home, Stiletto laughed softly. His plan had worked perfectly and now he would finally get his revenge.

  He kicked open the back door and stepped into a large kitchen. He emerged from a short hallway and found the living room, and beyond it, the front door stood open, as three people, two men and a woman, stood staring at the carnage outside the home.

  The shorter of the men had a head full of white hair, while the other man had dark hair and the woman was a blonde.

  Stiletto sighted down the barrel of his gun at the back of the shorter man.

  Dr. White, at last,

  As he was about to pull the trigger, Traci Vargas reached up and slipped off her wig, as Chief Dent, the man he thought was Dr. James White, also removed the white wig he was wearing.

  It was only then that Stiletto spotted the guns on their hips.

  Damn it! They’re cops, decoys,

  He slowly backed out of the room and left the way he came in.

  ***

  Upstairs in the master bedroom, Jessica sat with her husband and father while trying to calm the dog down. He was at the rear window with his front paws on the sill and barking for all he was worth.

  The FBI agent in the room with them stepped out into the hall in order to hear the words coming out of his radio, a moment later, he looked back at them and smiled.

  “It’s over! That cop, Callaway, he shot Stiletto dead as he drove towards the house.”

  Jessica’s father exhaled loudly. “Thank God it’s over,”

  The agent headed for the stairs.

  “I’m going to see if they need any help.”<
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  Jessica’s husband got up from his seat and walked over to her and the dog.

  “What’s wrong, boy?”

  He received his answer a moment later, as he watched Stiletto skulk back out of the house and wander into the woods.

  He ripped open the window and released the rope ladder that hung outside it, and a moment later, he was climbing down.

  “What is it?” Jessica asked, as his father-in-law gawked at him with a shocked look on his face.

  “Stiletto! He just ran from the kitchen.”

  Jessica left the window and went to the closet to retrieve a loaded shotgun. She made it back to the window and called out to him, just as his feet touched the ground.

  When he looked up, she dropped the shotgun and he caught it.

  “Be careful!” she called, but he was already amidst the trees.

  ***

  At the front of the home, Agent Stevens gazed inside the Navigator and saw a curious sight.

  “What the hell? The gun is duct taped to his hand, and his hands are taped to the steering wheel.”

  Another agent called out from the rear.

  “The lift gate is gone; it looks like it was torn from its hinges.”

  Then, Stevens reached inside and yanked the ski mask off.

  “Oh sweet Jesus, it’s an old lady. Fan out! Fan out! Stiletto is still alive!”

  ***

  As he cleared the trees, Stiletto saw the cliff looming before him and almost ran right into the stream that sat before it. When he turned to change direction, he spotted the tall figure rushing his way and fired a volley of shots at it.

  The figure went down hard, but the lack of a cry of pain told him that whoever it was may have simply dived to the ground to avoid the shots. He took aim at the shape on the ground, but before he could fire again, a flash of light exploded from in front of the shape, and he screamed and dropped the gun, as the shotgun pellets shredded his legs to little more than stumps.

  As Stiletto writhed on the ground in agony, he looked up and saw the face of Dr. White’s son-in-law staring down at him. An instant later, and the shotgun was jammed against his chest.

  Despite the agony of his wounds, Stiletto managed to squeeze out two words.

  “...Help me?”

  The night boomed once again as the shotgun shredded Stiletto to silence.

  He grimaced at the fresh corpse, dropped his weapon, and then walked over to stare at the rushing water, as behind him, his protectors raced towards him, too little, too late.

  ***

  DAYS LATER

  With the threat gone, Dr. White was returning home, and as they stood by his rented car, he stared at both of them, with perhaps, just a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

  “You two seem to have more than your share of run-ins with dangerous felons.”

  “But we always come out on top,” he said.

  Dr. White reached out and shook his hand.

  “Make sure that you do, and take care of my daughter.”

  “Yes sir,”

  ***

  With her father back home, they settled into their regular routines, which lately, were far from normal.

  While she continued work on her book, he had begun construction on the workshop that he planned to use to research and experiment on 3-D technology. The construction of the rectangular, one-story building had just started, and he stood by and watched the carpenters as they framed.

  Jessica walked over with the dog following beside her, and kissed him on the cheek.

  “It’s coming along nicely,”

  “Yes, but I paid for more men. According to the long-range weather forecast, there’s a snow storm headed our way and I want to at least get it framed so that I can place a tarp over it.”

  “Snow? Ugh, I thought we were done with that; it’s nearly April.”

  “Winter is having one last fling, I guess.”

  Jessica turned and walked away.

  “I’m going to get the mail; I’ll be right back.”

  She traveled along the driveway with the dog beside her, and laughed as he chased a pair of squirrels up a tree.

  She was twenty feet from the mailbox when she spotted it, and the sight stopped her cold in her tracks.

  She approached the mailbox slowly, but when she arrived, she lifted up the bouquet of roses and read the card.

  SOON MY LOVE, VERY, VERY SOON

  PART SIX - STALKER

  CHAPTER 26

  They were entertaining guests. Jessica’s friend, Juliet, and her fiancé, Rob Stevens,

  They were all outside in their coats, as winter seemed determined to thwart spring this year by imposing itself into the early days of April.

  Jessica watched with interest as her husband spoke with Juliet near his workshop. Normally, having company over tended to stress him out, but lately he appeared a bit more at ease around others, and of all her friends, Juliet was the one who never seemed unnerved by him and, in fact, had even admitted to having a crush on him, back in the days when she and Jessica were college roommates.

  Jessica smiled at her husband. Here was a man who could face a dozen other men in combat and never break a sweat, and yet, the simple act of making small talk with others often caused him angst.

  One of her mentors, Dr. Caroline Harte, once referred to him as a wolf.

  A wolf? In many ways, yes, but not a lone wolf, and just maybe, maybe we’ll soon have a pup.

  She was late. A fact she hadn’t shared with him because she was only a few days overdue, and yet, she was filled with a sense of the possibility of it.

  “Jessica?”

  “Jessica? Hello?”

  She snapped out of her reverie and smiled at Rob Stevens.

  “I’m sorry, Rob, I guess that I was daydreaming.”

  “That’s okay; I was just wondering if there have been any more incidents, you know, with the flowers?”

  “No, and Chief Dent checked out the cards and found no prints on them either. It’s all a bit creepy.”

  “I hate to say it, but you might have a stalker. Is there anyone who comes to mind as a likely candidate?”

  “No... well, no, no one,”

  “You had someone in mind, who was it?”

  “I’d hardly call it an act of harassment, but, it’s Officer Callaway. On the day the police were here with you preparing for Stiletto, he made a comment, he told me that he thought I was beautiful.”

  “Well there’s nothing wrong with the man’s eyesight, but was it a rude comment?”

  “Not at all, no, it’s just that given the threat we were facing, his behavior seemed out of place.”

  “Have you mentioned this to Chief Dent?”

  “No, it was an isolated incident, and besides, Callaway appeared devastated when he realized that Stiletto had tricked him into killing an innocent old woman.”

  “Still, I’ll take a peek into his background, just to be safe.”

  Jessica smiled. “Thank you,”

  At the workshop, Juliet made a sound of delight and hugged Jessica’s husband, as he hugged her back.

  Jessica walked over with Rob.

  “Why all the smiles?”

  “I’ve been given a great honor. Juliet asked me to give her away at their wedding.”

  “Really? But what about your dad?”

  “Mom and Dad won’t be here. He doesn’t get around so well after he suffered that minor stroke last year, and well, let’s face it. This isn’t the first trip down the aisle for either me or Rob.”

  “You were married before, Rob? I didn’t know that,” Jessica said.

  “Yes, and like Juliet, I was barely out of my teens. My marriage lasted less than a year.”

  Juliet walked over and kissed Rob.

  “But now we’ve found each other, and we’ll be happy forever.”

  Rob smiled at her, and then he gestured at the new construction.

  “That’s going to be some workshop, and 3-D technology sounds fascinating.�
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  “We had to stop construction after that snowstorm last week, but it should be completed by summer.”

  “Speaking of things under construction,” Juliet said. “There’s been a change in our wedding plans.”

  “You haven’t changed the date, have you?”

  “No, but we have changed the venue, we’re getting married on Cove Island, at the old chapel.”

  “Cove Island, but I thought that was private property?” Jessica said.

  “It is, but Rob knows the owners.”

  “How will we get there? Lake Sherman is still icy.”

  “The owners are also letting us use their helicopter to fly people in.”

  “The owners must really like you, Rob,” Jessica said.

  “I think they feel as if they owe me something. Years ago, I rescued their grandson from a kidnapper.”

  Jessica gasped.

  “That was you? I remember that case. It was in all the papers.”

  “Robby became a big hero by saving that little boy,” Juliet said, and then she shivered.

  Jessica took her husband’s hand and began walking back towards the house.

  “Let’s get inside where it’s warm and have lunch.”

  A phone rang, and Rob Stevens reached into his coat and took out his cell.

  “Damn, it’s work,” Stevens said.

  He peeled off from the group and answered his phone. When the call ended, he walked over to Juliet and kissed her.

  “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve got to go in.”

  “Oh Rob, really?”

  “Yes, but it shouldn’t take all day. You have a good time here and I’ll meet you back at home, then maybe we’ll take in a movie.”

  “Sounds good, and be careful,”

  “I will.” Stevens said, and soon he was driving away.

  ***

  Hours later, they were saying goodbye to Juliet, and after Jessica gave her a hug, Juliet began crying.

  “What’s wrong?” Jessica said.

  Juliet grinned. “Nothing’s wrong. These are tears of joy. Do you realize that by this time next week I’ll be leaving on my honeymoon?”

  “I’m so happy for you, and Rob seems like a winner.”

  “I love him so much, Jessica. Oh God, I’m so damn happy it’s sickening.”

  “Not at all; it’s good to see you like this.”