STRANGERS
by
Crystal V. Rhodes
Smashwords Edition
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Published By
Crystal Ink Publishing
STRANGERS
Copyright © 2011 by Crystal V. Rhodes
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Acknowledgments
I want to thank Eunice, Mel, Ezeral, Shirley, Babette and Keesha. Each of you has meant so much to the development of this work. I am grateful.
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PROLOGUE
As he sat in the corner of the tiny structure that served as a café and gossip center, the man sipped his cup of coffee lazily while reading the newspaper. He sat alone with his back to the wall, facing the dozen or so wood hued table and chairs occupying the minute space.
He was friendly enough, nodding and smiling at his neighbors who drifted in and out of the building. His fellow islanders greeted him in return, but they respected his privacy. Rarely did he include himself in conversation or gossip. Years ago he had appeared among them as a tourist, and stayed to establish himself as a resident. Still he remained a stranger among them.
Since the day of his arrival on the island he would come into the café and order a cup of coffee and a breakfast roll. He would meander over to a bin where an assortment of old newspapers lay in a stack, dig through them, withdraw one, and then go sit at a table where he would sip, eat and read. The newspapers were usually left in the café by tourists, but he didn’t seem to mind that some had been there so long they had yellowed from age. He would read each page meticulously, his actions so perfectly timed that he completed his coffee and roll the same instant that he finished reading. Afterward, he would neatly fold the paper, withdraw a writing pen from his pocket and put a mark on the front of the issue so that he wouldn’t withdraw it from the bin again. This had been the man’s routine for years and it had never varied—until today.
The café owner was caught by surprise when the man stood so suddenly that he knocked the half full cup of coffee from the table to the floor. The earthen mug shattered into pieces. He looked up in time to see the look of shocked disbelief on the man’s face as he stared at the newspaper page in his hand. Before the owner could get to the table to clean up the thick dark liquid seeping into the worn wooden floor boards, the man had rushed out of the building carrying the newspaper page in his hand. He hadn’t finished his roll nor had he read the rest of the paper. More importantly, he had forgotten to leave the generous tip that he always left for the owner
Resigned, the owner gathered the remaining sections of the paper as he wondered what could have possibility caused the man to leave so quickly. Glancing at the masthead of the newspaper pages left behind, he noted that this particular edition was a few years old and was some entertainment publication called Variety.
CHAPTER 1
Dana Mansfield was close to hyperventilating. She had to get a hold of herself before she passed out. Her body was trembling and she tried hard to pull herself together as she made an attempt to understand what was happening. First, there had been the telephone call and then—
“Hello?”
Dana jumped. The voice was deep and masculine and it was coming from the waiting room which she thought was deserted. Her eyes shifted toward the open doorway while her mind raced. Who could that be? She hadn’t been expecting anybody. The staff had gone for the day and she was here alone, or so she thought. Could it be the caller? Her first impulse was to rush to the door, close and lock it, but it was too late as the voice suddenly materialized into the shape of a figure blocking the entire doorway.
The man was tall—very tall—at least six feet six, with a muscular build. He was dressed casually in blue jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. Some sort of tattoo adorned the bulging muscle beneath his t-shirt sleeve. His complexion was golden brown. His head was shaved bald. He sported a neatly trimmed goatee and he wore sunglasses. His persona certainly didn’t calm the anxiety that she was feeling. He could be the stranger who had called.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he told her, reacting to the fearful eyes meeting his shaded ones. “The office door was unlocked and nobody was at the receptionist’s desk. I called out, but there was no answer—” He stopped short, noting the demeanor of the attractive woman staring back at him. She appeared shaken.
“Is that the package?” Dana asked sharply, glancing briefly at the small parcel in his hand. It was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string. The man looked down at the parcel.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” He sounded vague as he held it out to her.
“What’s in it?” Dana didn’t take her eyes off of him.
He shrugged. “How should I know?”
“Well you brought it in here,” Dana snapped. How dare this man stand there and act as though he didn’t know what was happening.
“Listen lady, I don’t know what your problem is, but all I want to do is drop off a key. When I was in the hall I saw this package in front of the door, picked it up and came inside.”
Placing the neatly wrapped bundle on the desk, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a door key. He slammed it down next to the package.
“Now here’s the key. Give me my deposit check and I’m outta here.” He returned her insolent glare.
Dana gave the abandoned key a cursory glance before returning her attention to him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! What key? What deposit? What are you saying? Are you asking for the ransom right now?”
“Whoa! Ransom?” The man took a step backward with both hands held up as if to ward off a blow. “What ransom? Let’s start over here. I’m James Starr, Mrs. Mansfield…”
“How do you know my name?” Dana’s voice bristled with suspicion.
“I’ve seen pictures of you with your niece,” he answered referring to singing superstar, Darnell Cameron. “I’ve also read that you’re her attorney. Plus, Ray Wilson is a friend of mine.”
He was aware that Ray was Dana’s brother-in-law, and Darnell’s stepfather. Yet Ray’s name drew no reaction from the woman, so he persisted.
“I’m the guy who rented your condo. I got your place through Ray.”
Dana looked at him blankly, trying to reconcile what he was saying with the reality of what she was presently facing. She vaguely remembered that her older sister, Bev Wilson, had made arrangements for the rental of Dana’s L.A. condo. Dana had been away at her family’s home recuperating from an accident.
“So you’re not one of them?”
“No, I guess I’m not,” a baffled James answered. “But who are you talking about when you say them?” His suspicions were rising. He hoped that what he was thinking was wrong.
Dana didn’t answer as she walked away from him. James noticed that the fear in her eyes was still there.
“Ray’s friend,” she repeated as if trying to comprehend what he had said. “Yes, I remember. Bev told me something about you.” Suddenly, she whirled to face him. “You’re the guy from New York City.”
“Yes.” James was relieved that she seemed more rational. “I moved to L.A. a while ago and...”
“Aren’t you a cop?” Dana looked wary.
“Not anymore. I’m a partner in a security firm now.”
“A security firm…a sec
urity firm,” Dana repeated absently. She was finding it hard to focus. All she could think about was the telephone call that she had received.
Withdrawing his wallet from his back pocket, he pulled a business card from its interior and handed it to her. Dana glimpsed at the card but didn’t take it.
“Business has been good in L.A.,” James continued. “We’re expanding to Northern California. I’m headed to San Francisco today to open a second West Coast office. I called earlier and told the woman I spoke to that I would drop off the key to the condo. She said my deposit would be here and—”
James’ voice drifted off as he noticed that Dana wasn’t listening. Her eyes were fixed on the package that he had placed on her desk.
Returning the card to his wallet, James gave a frustrated sigh. Oh hell! What had he stepped into?
He had been a cop for over twenty years and he had seen the look on this woman’s face many times. Dana Mansfield wasn’t scared, she was terrified and his presence in her office wasn’t the reason. He hadn’t missed the word “ransom” in their conversation and there was this package wrapped in brown paper that seemed to be causing her distress. Toss in the fact that she was a high class attorney with a rich and famous client and even a rookie could read between the lines of what was happening here.
“Mrs. Mansfield,” he said as a pair of sad eyes looked up at him. “Has somebody that you know been kidnapped?”
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In Carmel-by-the Sea, California, the Stewart family’s housekeeper, Mrs. Sharon, pulled into the garage of their multi-million dollar home. Glancing at her watch, she checked the time hoping that her trip to the store hadn’t cut into the extra time she needed to fix the meal that Mr. Stewart had requested. He and his wife were returning home after having been gone for a week. He had called Mrs. Sharon and asked her to make his favorite meal to celebrate their return. Tonight was special. They had been away from their daughter, Nia, for much too long and the reunion would be a joyous one. The five-year-old had been enrolled in kindergarten and for the first time in her life she wasn’t traveling with her parents.
While they were gone Nia was staying with Sinclair and Nedra Reasoner, Darnell’s half brother and sister-in-law. Their family lived down the street. Mrs. Sharon had volunteered to pick Nia up at school this week, along with her cousin, Gillian. When Thad called and informed her that a limo had been sent for his daughter at school today, the news had given the housekeeper extra time to go to the grocery store and to fix the welcome home meal.
Taking the groceries out of the trunk, she could hear the telephone ringing in the house. Hurrying inside, she placed the grocery bag on the island counter and raced to answer the call. It stopped before she reached the receiver. The caller I.D. read Nedra Davis-Reasoner, who was not only Darnell’s sister-in-law but her cousin.
“She probably wants to know if the Stewarts are home yet,” Mrs. Sharon muttered aloud.
She’d give her a call back later. Right now she had too much to do.
CHAPTER 2
“I received a call on my office telephone,” Dana relayed to this stranger who had walked into her life so unexpectedly. “The voice was distorted but he said that I would receive a package proving that my great niece Nia and my young cousin, Gillian, had been kidnapped. Of course when you walked in…”
“You thought I was delivering the package,” James concluded.
Dana nodded, wondering if she had sealed her loved ones fate by having told him a narrative that she wasn’t suppose to reveal. But since he had been a police officer maybe he had some sort of solution to this dilemma.
“You say that Nia is your great-niece?” There was an unspoken question in James’ inquiry. Dana knew what he was asking.
“She’s Darnell and Thad Stewart’s daughter.” That simple statement explained why the child might have been taken. The celebrity couple was one of the wealthiest in the entertainment industry. “Gillian Reasoner is Darnell’s brother’s child. Her parents are wealthy too.”
She began to pace back and forth aimlessly while James watched her restless movements. He couldn’t help but note that Dana Mansfield was an attractive woman.
He would guess her to be about 5 feet 4 inches tall and her age to be somewhere in her late thirties. She was slender, but there were curves evident beneath the finely tailored skirt suit that she wore. Its vibrant color complemented her cocoa brown complexion. Her oval shaped face was framed by a short haircut. Perfectly arched eyebrows enhanced her dark brown eyes. Her full lips were accented with rose colored lipstick and at the moment those lips were tight with anguish.
Dana felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. She had the lives of two innocent children in her hands and she didn’t know which way to turn. She stopped pacing and fixed James with a apprehensive glare.
“You’re not going to the authorities are you?” Dana wanted to kick herself for having said anything to this man. What had she been thinking?
“If you didn’t want me to then why did you tell me?”
Dana wondered why herself? The words seemed to have tumbled from her lips without rhyme or reason. She could think of only one explanation.
“Well, you are an ex-cop.”
“And?” he prompted.
“And I’m not sure what to do. I had to tell somebody.” She felt like a balloon filled with helium and she was about to burst.
Turning away from his watchful gaze, her attention returned to the package. James read her mind.
“I know you’re wondering what’s in it, but I would advise you to handle it with care. There might be fingerprints and they could prove valuable.”
Dana nodded in understanding, but made no move toward the package. Fear of what she might find inside kept her frozen in place. James came to her rescue.
“I’ll open it if you don’t mind.”
Dana didn’t. She was grateful that he had offered. She watched with curiosity as he carefully took a pencil and removed the string holding the brown wrapping paper in place. The ends weren’t taped and it fell easily from the small cardboard box. There was no tape on the top of the box. Using the pencil he lifted one flap and then the other. The pencil disappeared inside the box and came back up with the handles of a brightly colored child size purse dangling from its end. Dana’s breath caught in her throat.
“That’s Nia’s purse. My sister, Bev, bought it for her. She carries it everywhere she goes.”
Wrapping her arms around her middle, Dana gave an agonizing groan. Her eyes filled with tears that she refused to shed. Reason was needed if she wanted to get through this, and her first hurdle would be a big one.
“How am I going to tell Darnell and Thad?” Her hand flew to her mouth in distress. “Oh Lord! And Gillian’s parents! I’ve got to tell them too.”
“You’re on overload. Take a deep breath and try to focus.”
There was a quiet authority in James’s voice that caught Dana’s attention. He had taken a seat across from her desk. His muscled arms were folded. An ankle was placed across his knee. While her mind was trying frantically to charge through a tornado, he looked as though he was romping on a sandy beach. He was calm, cool and collected. Why shouldn’t he be? The lives at stake meant nothing to him. She should have never told him what was happening and Dana cursed herself for having done so. Maybe if he left her office, he might forget all about this and not say anything to anyone. She almost snorted aloud at that thought. Yeah! Right! Yet it was worth a try.
“Listen, Mr. Starr. This is not your problem. I shouldn’t have involved you in the first place. All I ask is that when you leave here you don’t mention this to anyone.”
James looked at her steadily. He understood her fear and anxiety, but there was a reality to face.
“Lady, you’re a lawyer so you know that kidnapping is a federal offense. Maybe you don’t want to hear this, but the best advice I can give is that you need to call the authorities.”
He was right. Dana didn’t wan
t to hear it. Her voice was steel.
“I haven’t called the parents of these children yet. My family has got to know what’s happening first. They have to make the decision where to go from there.”
Dismissively, she turned away from him, walked to her desk and picked up the telephone.
Looking at her rigid back, James stood to leave. This was none of his business. He was heading north today to open a new office. He had to find a place to live and hire a staff. His list of priorities was endless. He didn’t have time to get involved with some kidnapping. It was obvious that the woman was stubborn and was going to do what she wanted. The best thing for him to do was to walk out of the door and never look back. Still, there were two little girls out there somewhere in danger. How could he walk away? With that thought in mind, James sat back down in Dana’s office and waited.
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The tiny room was dim. There were no windows. A goose neck lamp sitting on the floor beside a single twin size mattress provided the only light. An air vent was in the ceiling, but it wasn’t allowing much air to penetrate. The room was hot and stuffy and getting more uncomfortable with each passing minute.
Gillian Reasoner’s dark brown eyes took in every detail of the room as she slowly surveyed the surroundings in which she and Nia Cameron Stewart were imprisoned. The walls were gray and the paint was peeling. The plastic was still on the twin size mattress on which Nia and she reclined, but no sheets had been provided. There was only one pillow and it had no pillow case.
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