THE TAKEN! SERIES – BOOKS 13-16
BY
REMINGTON KANE
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
THE TAKEN! SERIES - BOOKS 13-16
First edition. November 26, 2015.
Copyright © 2015 Remington Kane.
Written by Remington Kane.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
TAKEN! - MEDIEVAL | BY | REMINGTON KANE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
TAKEN! – RISEN! | By | REMINGTON KANE
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
PART TWO
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
PART THREE
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
TAKEN! - VACATION | By | REMINGTON KANE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
TAKEN! - MICHAEL | By | REMINGTON KANE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
A PLEA
THE BOOKS OF REMINGTON KANE
LEARN ABOUT NEW RELEASES FROM | REMINGTON KANE
Further Reading: Taken! - Bedeviled
TAKEN! - MEDIEVAL
BY
REMINGTON KANE
CHAPTER 1
Dalton Creek Chief of Police, Sam Jacobs, stood up from behind his desk to walk over and shake the hand of his colleague, Chief Jack Dent.
Relief showed on the face of the rangy, twenty-six-year-old Jacobs at the arrival of the older and more experienced Dent.
Jacobs had won the office of chief just weeks prior in a special election when the former chief passed away unexpectedly. The former chief was also Jacobs’ father, Sam Jacobs Sr., who had served as chief for decades.
Dalton Creek was an affluent community and normally a quiet town, whose last murder took place in the 1920’s and whose sole claim to fame was the Dalton Creek Academy, a renowned private high school.
That all changed the night before when the serial killer and fugitive Jeffrey David Mitchell turned the Dalton Creek Hospital into a slaughter house.
“Sammy, it’s good to see you,” Dent said, and then he smiled. “Perhaps I should call you Sam now, hmm?”
Jacobs sighed.
“You can call me anything you want, Jack, I’m just glad as all hell to see you. You’ve had experience with this bastard Mitchell and I’d appreciate any help you can give me.”
“I’m glad to help. He killed the mother of a friend of mine last night, and I also owe him for the death one of my men, but the thing you have to understand is that Mitchell doesn’t work alone, he and his wife, Hanna Jones, they’re a team.”
Jacobs shook his head in wonder.
“What the hell kind of woman is it that would help a man like Mitchell?”
“A rare one, thankfully, but show me what evidence you’ve collected so far.”
“It’s not much outside the usual, just some video from the hospital security cameras. I’ve already forwarded it off to the FBI office and their agents should be arriving here any minute.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
***
Jacobs had Dent sit behind the dispatcher’s desk in the main office and watch the video from the hospital on a monitor.
The film began with the arrival of Jeffrey and Hanna as they walked towards the elevators. Both were garbed in long raincoats and wearing what appeared to be hairnets and plastic shoe coverings, or booties. Mitchell also wore a black eye patch.
As they casually strolled by the nurses’ station on the third floor, the lone nurse there called after them, and when she was ignored, followed them.
Dent winced at the brutal slaying of the nurse, Jayla Burgess, and then watched as Mitchell and his wife, Hanna, entered the hospital room where their second victim was recovering from heart surgery.
A short time later, Mitchell and his wife emerged from the room, both covered in blood. The two then shed their raincoats and hairnets, along with the plastic booties and walked towards the stairs. As he held the door open for his wife, Mitchell sent the camera a little wave.
“Where was hospital security when this happened?” Dent said.
�
��There was one man on duty in the office and the other was picking up food at the diner. The man in the office was busy at the time of the murders; he was escorting a woman with a cut on her hand to the emergency room.”
“Any footage of that?”
“Yeah, and the FBI asked me the same thing,”
Jacobs reached over and hit a few buttons, seconds later, a video began playing, it showed a uniformed guard escorting a young woman into the ER.
Dent leaned forward.
“Is there a way to pause and zoom in?”
“There’s a pause button there on top, then press the shift key down and tap the + key.”
Dent followed directions, cursed once when he let the video play longer than he intended, but sighed when he managed to zoom in on the face of the woman with the cut on her palm.
“The Mitchells weren’t working alone. This woman was helping them by distracting the guard.”
“Are you serious?”
Dent pointed at the screen.
“I know that face, and let me tell you, that is one sick and twisted girl.”
***
Compassion followed shock on Jessica’s face as her husband told her about his mother’s murder.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry, but what about Maggie, does she know yet?”
“Yes, and she’s devastated. Telling her what happened to our mother was... it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”
“I can imagine, and I wish I could be with her.”
A cooing sound came from the wide bassinet the twins slept in, as one of them mewed in their sleep. He rose from his chair and stared down at his children.
“When is the hospital letting you come home?”
“Tomorrow,”
“Good, I doubt I’ll sleep until we’re all under the same roof.”
“Am I being guarded? I worry for the babies.”
“As soon as he learned what happened, Lawson sent Jace here along with four agents. He’s outside right now and Tyler is coming by to relieve him. There are also police officers at the house, and I’ve hired private security to guard the rest of your family, but you’ll be guarded by me, Tyler, or Jace at all times.”
Jessica stared at him.
“How are you, really?”
He sighed.
“I’m sick about what happened to my mom, and I hate what it’s doing to Maggie.”
“Yes, but you seem calm, a little too calm.”
He shook his head.
“Not inside, inside there’s a rage growing. I can feel it and I’m going to let it keep growing. I’m not going to vent one iota of it until I can release every speck of it upon Jeffrey Mitchell.”
“And kill him?”
“Eventually,”
“I know you’ve intimidated people physically before, but you’re not capable of true torture, if you were, you would have inflicted it on Darnell Hopkins for what he did to Szabo.”
He had been staring down into the bassinet, but he turned his head and looked into his wife’s eyes, and so intense was his gaze that it caused even her to shiver.
“Jeffrey Mitchell killed my mother.”
“Despite everything, you loved her a great deal, didn’t you?”
The intensity left his gaze as his eyes began to moisten, and he sat down beside her on the bed.
“She was my mom, and he killed her, Jessica, he killed my mom,”
Jessica opened her arms.
“Oh baby, come here,”
He leaned over, resting his head on her shoulder, and she held him as the tears overtook him.
***
In Dalton Creek, Chief Dent stood beside Chief Jacobs as they greeted the arriving FBI agents.
There were eight agents and they were being led by Special Agent Robyn Dyer, who had been instrumental in the capture of the serial killer, Robert Michael Rothman,
“Chief Jack Dent? Yes, I remember the name from our file on Jeffrey Mitchell. The son of a bitch murdered one of your men, didn’t he?”
“It was actually Hanna Jones who did it, but I blame them both, and if possible, I’d like to be a part of the investigation.”
“Absolutely. You’ve already proven your worth by identifying the woman on that video.”
“Thank you, but has she been located yet?”
“When we got your call on our way in, I diverted a pair of agents to her residence; they just arrived and are speaking with her father.”
“Her father is Hank Doyle, she lives with him.”
“Yes. My agents said that he’s cooperating, but it’s his daughter we need, this girl, Circe Doyle. If you’re correct and she was involved, she may lead us right to Mitchell and Jones.”
“Possibly, but it won’t be voluntarily, the girl is sick. Have you seen the website?”
Dyer chuckled as she nodded.
“An entire website dedicated to Jeffrey and Hanna, you would think they were rock stars.”
“It’s a whole sub-culture. When Mitchell was injured and hospitalized in my town, members of the victims’ families gathered outside the hospital and burned him in effigy, and while that was going on, Circe and others like her were protesting his arrest. It got so bad that I had to arrest her and the others for disturbing the peace, it was either that, or risk the families turning violent towards them.”
“How many were with this Circe girl?”
“Nearly a dozen, and Sam and I found more websites dedicated to other serial killers.”
An officer walked over and handed a stack of paper to Chief Jacobs.
“We made up a set of flyers with Circe Doyle’s arrest photo. It lists her vital statistics and known associates.”
“This is good work, Chief; I’ll start handing these out to my people.”
Dyer read the sheet for a moment.
“She’s a tiny thing, isn’t she? And only eighteen, how does a girl get so screwed up in such a short time?”
“It’s not her home life,” Dent said. “Hank Doyle is a good man and I don’t doubt that he raised that girl as best he could after her mother died. This whole fascination of hers with Mitchell tears him up, and now this, this must have devastated him.”
***
Hank Doyle said goodbye to the FBI agents and closed his front door, before leaning back upon it and whispering.
“Oh, Circe, what the hell have you done?”
Doyle worked as a welder. He was white, forty-one, and a widower of four years. He was in good shape, had been an amateur boxer in his youth, and he kept his brown hair trimmed short above a face that was handsome, but showing the first signs of age.
Doyle trudged up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom and gazed at the yellow tape stuck between the door and the frame. He had given the FBI permission to search his daughter’s room and they had done so, before sealing it until one of their forensic teams could arrive.
Hank Doyle knew what they would find though; they would find evidence against his daughter, evidence that linked her to that monster, Jeffrey Mitchell.
Circe had always been attracted to the bad boy type. When she was sixteen, she began dating a college kid who turned out to be a car thief, and she was at his side when a policeman caught the kid using a Slim Jim bar to open a car door.
After Hank Doyle hired a good attorney to represent her, Circe received only six months of community service for being the thief’s accomplice, and Doyle was several thousand dollars lighter.
Jeffrey Mitchell fascinated Circe even before it became known that he was a serial killer.
She had played Mitchell’s video game, Disemboweled, religiously, as if there were some intrinsic value to the game, then, when it was revealed that Mitchell was a serial murderer, her fascination with the man increased.
With no way to communicate with the fugitive or find people of like minds, her obsession might have ended, but in this age of instant connectivity with the world, Circe was able to link up with others like herself, women who worshipped serial kille
rs.
Doyle thought about all the time and energy wasted as he tried to find Circe help, but no one in the mental health industry knew how to cure her, nor did she want to be cured.
And that was the problem, Doyle realized. She didn’t want to be cured because she never saw it as a sickness, to her, it was love.
However, that didn’t explain how Circe could have become involved with Mitchell personally, unless...
Doyle nodded.
Yeah, it was through the website. Mitchell must have contacted her through that damn Jeffrey Mitchell Fan Club website she made up.
He cursed. Why weren’t the cops monitoring that site better, or the FBI, or, or, or...him. She was his daughter and despite the fact that she had recently turned eighteen she was still a child, and if he had to admit it, not the brightest child, but she would always be his child and he loved her.
Hank Doyle began crying, even as he punched a hole into the wall beside him.
***
He saw Tyler walking off the elevator as he left Jessica’s room. Two policemen stopped Tyler, but when he gave his name and they checked his ID, he was allowed to pass.
Tyler nodded hello to Jace, before walking over and offering his hand. When they shook, Tyler swallowed his fingers in both of his enormous hands.
“I am so sorry for your loss, my friend, so very sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“Kari sends her love and she’ll come by the house when Jessica comes home; she can’t wait to see the twins.”
“Jessica will love that, and I’m glad you’ve moved to the area.”
Tyler nodded.
“It’s time to gather the troops together, and speaking of troops, when does Uncle Tyler get to meet his new niece and nephew?”
He smiled his first grin of the day.
“Why not right now,”
He knocked on the door and Jessica said to enter. When she saw Tyler come in with her husband, she smiled.
“Tyler, hi, is Kari with you?”
“No, unfortunately, she had to stay behind and wait for the painters; they’re finishing up the house today, and by this time next week we’ll be all settled in.”
Jessica pointed at the bassinet.
“They’re asleep now, but aren’t they the most precious things you’ve ever seen?”
Tyler looked into the bassinet and grinned.
“Oh my God, they’re beautiful, oh will you just look at them,”
While Tyler admired the babies, he walked over and kissed Jessica.
“I have to get back to the house and check on Maggie.”
“Tell her I’ll call, later.”
The TAKEN! Series - Books 13-16 (Taken! Box Set Book 4) Page 1
