“Please, daddy. Don’t die…”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The fact that she should be devastated didn’t escape her. Her mother was lying in a pool of blood in front of her, but somehow Sydney couldn’t bring herself to react. She knew that it would hit her later. All of the pain from her mother’s betrayal and hatred would sink in when this was all over, but for now, she only felt numb.
She stood silently in the corner of the kitchen with Stephen’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, watching the paramedics work on her father. He was on a gurney now, strapped to an oxygen mask and an IV bag. The paramedics were working so fast that their hands seemed to be a blur. He was still alive, though, and that was the important thing.
Paul Hayes was not. Neither were Ben Keyes, Stella Wilkinson, Harrison Daniels, Deidre Wilcox or Jillian Ross. Six lives had been taken in one afternoon. It seemed like she should feel differently, now that the balance of life had shifted so much directly in front of her. But she still only felt the strange numbness consuming her. It all felt almost surreal.
She sank to the floor and Stephen sat next to her. Someone brought her a blanket and she didn’t bother telling them that she wasn’t cold. She was shaking from the shock. Stephen wrapped it around her shoulders anyway and held her hand.
“Sydney, I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
His voice was pained and it caught in his throat. She turned her watery hazel eyes to stare at him, blankly at first and then with compassion.
“Stephen, none of this is your fault. I’m alive because of you. My dad is alive because of you. Thank you. You saved me. Again.” She leaned into his shoulder, resting her head against him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he murmured back, rubbing her shoulders lightly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort that she found in his touch. His were hands that would never hurt her.
“Sydney?” They both looked up in surprise at the tiny voice.
“Danny! Where have you been?”
With everything that had happened, Sydney had completely forgotten about the little boy. She hadn’t seen him since she left him in the bath tub. It seemed like ages ago now.
Danny was incredibly pale as he stood silently in the doorway, taking in the bloody scene in front of him. It took a moment before Sydney realized that blood was running down his arm and dripping onto the floor in droplets. She jumped up and rushed to him, pulling him down onto her lap on the floor so that she could examine him.
“Danny, what happened?”
“I don’t know. I was upstairs, resting after your mom gave me a snack and tea. And then a little bit ago, a bug bit me. And I started bleeding.”
A bug bite? Stephen and Sydney’s eyes met over the little boy’s head, and in unison, they looked at the hole in the ceiling.
Jillian’s errant bullet. The guest bedroom that Danny had been in was directly over the kitchen. Sydney quickly pushed Danny’s sleeve up to his shoulder to find an inch-long cut on his bicep. The bullet had only grazed him although it might be deep enough to require stitches. All of the breath in her lungs exhaled in a whoosh of relief.
She hugged him tightly to her.
“Danny, I’m so sorry that you got mixed up in all of this. So, so sorry. If you go with Stephen, he can take you to call your parents, okay? And then a paramedic will have to look at your arm.”
She hugged him again and then handed him off to Stephen. “I’ve got to check on my dad.”
She stepped carefully through the mess in the kitchen. It was like a warzone. Jillian and Harrison’s bodies were outlined by tape and tiny flags. FBI agents were busily taking samples and photographing the scene. Shattered glass and pools of blood seemed to be everywhere, so Sydney carefully watched where she stepped, although she tried to avoid looking at her mother’s body.
The paramedics finally seemed to have her father ready to transport to the hospital, so Sydney stepped up to his side. His olive complexion was drained of color and his eyes were closed. She grabbed his hand.
“Daddy?”
Randall Ross opened his eyes and looked at his daughter. She felt the weakness in his grasp as he squeezed her hand. Anxiety creased her brow as she stared down at him.
“Sydney, I’m going to be fine. It’s a shoulder wound. They’ve stopped the bleeding and everything is going to be okay. I love you.”
A lump formed in her throat that she found extremely difficult to swallow.
“I love you, too, Daddy. We’ll see you at the hospital.”
Two paramedics began pushing him rapidly toward the door, so Sydney took a step back to allow them to pass. She was still standing in the same spot a few minutes later, lost in her thoughts, when FBI Agent Briggs approached her.
Short and middle-aged, Briggs was nondescript in appearance. Without his blue jacket with the yellow “FBI” letters, she would never have guessed who he was. But his eyes were kind.
“Miss Ross?” He seemed hesitant to interrupt her reverie. She offered him a small smile and extended her hand with all of the grace of Jackie O.
“Agent. Thank you for coming here to help.”
He reached out and shook her hand.
“I’m sorry that we couldn’t get here sooner. The courage that you’ve shown is admirable, young lady.”
“Thank you,” she murmured softly, still looking absently around the room. “There are so many things about today that I’m never going to understand.”
“I can imagine.” Agent Briggs solemnly evaluated her bloodied face, not a drop of which was her own. “Well, actually, maybe I can’t. You’ve gone through hell. Anyone who thinks that money can buy happiness should come and talk to you.”
Sydney stared at him with clear eyes.
“You’re right, Agent Briggs. Money certainly cannot buy happiness.” She gazed at her mother’s lifeless body. “Obviously.” She sighed a sigh heavy enough to contain the weight of the world in it while Agent Briggs stared at her sympathetically.
“It’s going to be awhile before we can piece everything together, but from what we’ve gathered, your mom and Harrison Daniels have been plotting this for awhile. Revenge and money are two of the most common motives that I see in my line of work and between the two of them, they had them both covered.”
“I just don’t understand how my mother could turn on us like that. I’ve never done a thing to her. It’s unfathomable.”
Sydney couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from her mother’s body. It was macabre and morbid, but she was fascinated by the way her mother had threatened her life just minutes ago, and was now dead herself. Sydney was safe and her mother was dead. Her mind just couldn’t comprehend everything…it couldn’t keep up. It had been overloaded today.
“Miss Ross, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if your mother had mental issues that she kept carefully hidden from everyone. Just like Harrison Daniels. No sane person could have done what they did.”
His eyes beseeched her with an unspoken message- that it wasn’t her fault that her mother didn’t love her. She appreciated that and she had been right. Agent Briggs was a kind person.
“We’re going to need your statement regarding everything that has happened, but it can wait until tomorrow. I think it’s best if you go to the hospital to be with your father today.”
She nodded as he squeezed her elbow, before he left her to continue working on the scene. Stephen sidled up to take the agent’s place.
“Danny’s mother was beyond relieved. She’s on her way over. I told her that the FBI was here and that they would more than likely want to talk to her, as well. What a nightmare, Sydney.”
“Well, that’s the understatement of the decade.”
She turned and kissed him on the mouth, savoring the feel of his soft, warm lips as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She was safe in his arms. If she had ever doubted it, she knew it now. Thirty minutes ago, she wasn’t sure if she’d eve
r even see Stephen again, let alone stand and talk to him. She soaked in his presence now, happy in an I’m-so-happy-we’re-alive type of way.
“How are you holding up?” Stephen examined her face and wiped at the blood droplets that were dried onto her cheek. It was hard telling whose blood it even was.
“Oh, you know. Like any other girl who… oh, forget it. I’m a wreck. I should be crying, but I’m not. I can’t and I don’t know why. I feel numb, my mother is dead, I thought you were dead, my father almost died and I feel like I could sleep for a week. I just want to pull the covers over my head and hide from the world. But on the same token, I know I’m going to be scared to close my eyes. I’m afraid of what I’ll see when I do.”
Stephen grabbed her and pulled her close, as she buried her face into his shirt, inhaling his familiar scent.
“Sydney, listen to me. This is over. I’m not dead and you’re safe now. I promise you, I will hold you every night for the rest of your life. You’ll never need to be afraid again.”
His voice was assured and strong and she didn’t argue with him. Instead, she changed the subject.
“Is Tom okay? I haven’t seen him.”
“He’s fine. He’s awake now and chatting with the paramedics while they check him out. The man is a talker. And he seems completely unfazed by all of this. What a remarkable guy!”
Sydney nodded. She couldn’t agree more.
“Will you take me to him?”
“Of course.”
Stephen guided her lightly with his hand against her back, keeping her within an arm’s reach at all times. Sydney felt confident that he wouldn’t allow her very far out of his sight for awhile and that was perfectly fine with her.
The paramedics had Tom reclined in the living room, resting comfortably on a couch. He had an IV tube running into his arm, but other than that, appeared normal. His wrinkled face lit up in a grin when he saw her.
“Sydney! I’m happy to see you safe and sound.” He reached out for her hand and she took it, enjoying the warmth of his large gnarled mitt.
“Tom, I’m so sorry that I got you involved in all of this. I am so grateful to you. I’ll never be able to repay you.” She squeezed his hand as he looked at her with twinkling eyes.
“Oh, yes you can. You’ve got connections, little girl. Maybe you could talk to your father about increasing tax breaks for farmers.” He laughed. “Oh, I’m only joking. Kind of.”
Sydney laughed, delighted that she was still able to do so. After the horror of her day, it wouldn’t be unheard of if she didn’t find anything funny for quite a long time.
“Tom, do you need anything? Should we send someone out to your house to feed your animals or anything?”
Tom shook his head. “Nope, little girl. They’re telling me that I can go home here in a bit. I can take care of everything myself. But thank you kindly, just the same.” He paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming kindly. “I’m very sorry about your mother.”
Sydney felt a pang in her heart and bent down to hug the wrinkled man, whispering in his ear.
“Thank you. For everything. Any time you need anything, you call me.”
He nodded. “Sure will. And Sydney, that works the other way, too. Call me anytime. I get lonely sometimes, so you can even just call me to talk. I don’t text, though. Never could figure out the fascination with that.” He shook his head in annoyance at the thought and Sydney smiled.
“Okay, Tom. I’ll call you in a couple of days to check up on you and I promise that I won’t text you.” She smiled at him again before making her way across the room to where Stephen was waiting for her.
“Syd, Agent Briggs just spoke with the hospital. Your dad was just admitted for surgery. He’s in critical but stable condition. They think he’s going to be just fine.”
Relief surged through every cell in her body as she processed the information.
“Thank God,” she whispered. She leaned up to kiss Stephen on the cheek. She looked down at her blood covered clothing. It was even dried into her hair in clumps.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then how about… we go up to the hospital?”
He smiled gently down at her.
“Sydney, I would follow you to the ends of the earth. I hope you know that.”
She smiled back before she walked away. She knew.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Only three more hours until I get to see you again.”
Stephen’s deep, husky voice filled Sydney’s ear and she smiled into the phone.
She was sitting in her new apartment with her long legs draped over the side of an overstuffed white chair, staring out her living room window.
Lucky for her, her father had been in total agreement that she could live off-campus in an apartment rather than living in a dorm at Notre Dame. She wasn’t sure that dorm life would agree with her now. She valued her privacy too much. After everything that had happened, she had chosen to attend Notre Dame rather than Columbia, because Indiana was so much closer to home. It was only an hour and a half drive, if she drove fast- which of course she always did.
“Only three hours, hmm?” she murmured into the phone. “I wish you were here right now.”
“I do, too. But I’m on the toll-road now and I’ll be there soon. I’m sorry that I had to go on this book tour, sweetheart. I wish you could’ve come with me. You should see New York!”
She smiled again at his enthusiasm and didn’t bother to mention that she had seen New York numerous times. And all of the brilliance of the lights of the Big Apple didn’t compare to how she felt when she was with Stephen.
“I finally got everything unpacked. And I hung all of your clothes in the spare bedroom closet. I’m sorry, but I took up all of the space in ours.”
She laughed lightly, because she knew he wouldn’t care. On their first night in the new apartment, they had eaten cold Chinese on an overturned moving box. Stephen had told her right then and there that he didn’t care what happened in life but that he wanted to spend every moment with her.
“I also took the liberty of turning that bedroom into an office for you. I hope you don’t mind. You need somewhere to write if you’re going to keep me in the lifestyle that I am accustomed.”
She grinned even though he couldn’t see her.
He laughed huskily into the phone. “Woman, I miss you. You’re too good to me!”
She was just about to jokingly agree when the doorbell rang. She glanced up in surprise. She wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Stephen, someone’s here. I’ll have to call you back, okay? I love you.”
She tossed her phone onto the couch as she crossed the room to the front door. She peeked through the peephole, only to find Christian Price standing in the hallway with flowers in his hand. Her breath froze in her throat as old emotions came rumbling back. They hadn’t exactly parted on the best terms. She opened the door.
“Christian! What in the world are you doing here?”
She smiled, but her expression was puzzled.
“Shouldn’t you be at Princeton right now getting ready for a big game or something?” She tried to keep her voice light, but underneath the surface, she was boiling with curiosity.
“Yes.” Christian grinned the dimpled grin that used to take her breath away. “But I’m home for the weekend. And I needed to see you.”
He handed her the flowers. “These are for you, of course.”
“Um, thanks. But what are they for? It’s not my birthday.”
“Well, let’s just say they’re a peace offering. Can we do that?” His smile was hopeful, as he reached for her hand. “I know that I let you down. And I feel really guilty about that.”
She drew her hand away.
“No offense, Chris, but you’re not getting into my pants.”
She smiled jokingly, which he immediately returned.
“Um, no offense, Syd- but I’ve been there, done that.” He dodged as she slugged him on the arm. “Ow- yo
u’ve gotten a pretty good right hook since the last time I saw you.”
“I’ve been taking self-defense lessons,” she replied proudly. “I could lay you out if I wanted to.”
“Well, let’s not get too carried away,” Christian grinned.
Sydney shook her head and let it slide. It had been easy to slide back into their old joking relationship style, but she knew he was here for a reason.
“Chris, it’s nice to see you. But why don’t you come in and tell me why you are here?” She swung the door open and gestured for him to come in.
“Can I get you anything to drink?”
He settled himself into the couch as Sydney went into the kitchen to put the flowers into water. “A water would be nice- thanks!”
He looked around her cozy living room.
“Nice place, Syd,” he said approvingly. “I couldn’t get my parents to agree to off-campus living.”
Sydney handed him a bottle of water.
“Well, my dad has been very accommodating. Since everything…” her voice trailed off.
It had been several months since everything had happened and she still didn’t like to talk about it. She wasn’t sure that she ever would.
“That’s why I’m here.” Christian spoke so low that Sydney had to strain her ears to hear him. “I’m sorry, Syd. About everything.”
She glanced at his handsome face in surprise.
“You drove all the way here to apologize? You could’ve called. My number is still the same.”
“It wouldn’t have been the same. The FBI agent… what’s his name? Agent Briggs? Anyway, he had to do some follow-up interviews with me and he told me that the police detective had told you that I said that the baby wasn’t mine and that you were probably knocked up at a party… all kinds of things.”
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