Where is Kelse and Sarah? Are they missing or just somewhere having fun in the mall? Read on to find out. And maybe leave a comment as to how you like the book so far. <3 <3 <3
_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.“Oh, we have customers?” A middle-aged woman, whom I assumed was Drew’s mother, came out of the kitchen, patting her hands dry on a dishcloth.“Uh, no, Mom,” Drew said sheepishly. “They are here to look for something in our security camera footage.”His mother’s face dropped. “Oh,” she said. “What are you looking for?”“Um… It’s just.... We are looking for somebody who stole something from us,” Harry shrugged.He looked around, his eyes landing on the huge menu board on the wall. “Oh, um… Can I have some of your noodles, maybe? I am not particularly skilled at selecting Chinese - never have been. I would love to try the chef’s special,” he said as he flashed her his annoyingly charming smile which is supposed to disarm the toughest of shields. Drew’s mother’s face lit up immediately. “Of course, of course! Drew, show them the footage. Meanwhile, I will make you my best duck noodle soup. It is my signature dish!”"That would be amazing.
_______...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○."Why the hell are we all idiots?" Harry asked as we watched the hacker one of my private investigators was acquainted with in California try to track down Olivia's phone. "Why couldn't we put some trackers on you guys so that none of you would go missing?" "Well, nobody expected Thomas to actually kidnap her." I said. That was not true. And Harry knew it as well.As soon as we found out about Thomas' interest in getting Olivia to be the pawn in his game, we should have guessed that he would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. "Here." Eric, the hacker, tapped at the screen. "This was the last coordinates where her phone was on. It was switched off there." "What are the odds that we would find Olivia or some clue that would lead us to her in that place?" Harry asked.Eric turned around and shrugged. "Little to nil. I don't think any seasoned kidnapper would be stupid enough to hide the hostage somewhere around the place where he
____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.I did not know why I thought that everything would go back to normal when I woke up in the morning. I was actually counting on the kidnapping being a dream. But the next day -well, I do not exactly know if it is the next day because I am not able to say the time. But when I finally woke up, presumably in the morning, I was still in the well-furnished but sterile room.I was glad that they had all the essentials in the bathroom so I did my morning ablutions and set out. The locked room was still locked. Or at least it looked as it was.I walked to the living room."What time is it?" I asked Frederick when I found him seated on the living room couch.Frederick looked up at me and then at the TV. "It's half past eleven. You slept for a long time," he said.I nodded. "I guess I did."Frederick got off the couch and stretched."What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. "Would you like some pancakes or do you want some waffles?"I shook my
_______...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○."I do not know what the hell happened!" I glared at the two lawyers.I was fine. I was absolutely fine. But they were still fussing over me instead of getting me out of this godforsaken place. I turned to Sarah. "Sarah, your best friend is missing. Do we really have to waste our time here?" I asked her. She gave me a look. "I am not Livy that I will fall for your manipulations, mister." She sneered. "The last imagining showed some bleeding and they want to keep you here for a few more hours just to be safe. If you do not cooperate with them, then this will get worse." I closed my eyes, taking a moment to calm myself down. I couldn't. How the hell could I have been so stupid? So careless? I had dragged Olivia over here with me and both of us had gotten attacked - no doubt by someone related to Thomas Abrams - and now my wife was missing. If Daniela or Cassandra ever found out about this, they would never forgive me. As if it was
---- . . . ○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○ . I groaned at the distant squeal of a siren echoing somewhere far away as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything around me was white. Everything was so painfully bright, it made my head throb. I groaned again, louder this time, as I tried to sit up, and that’s when I realized that I was in the emergency room of a hospital. “Sir, you’re awake!” a nurse said, hurrying toward me like she'd been waiting for this moment all day. “Are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you know who you are? Do you know what time it is?” She fired off questions like bullets, one after the other. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, but through the fog in my brain, only one thought managed to surface. “Where’s my wife?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and weak. “Where’s Olivia?” The nurse froze for half a second before giving me a confused look. “We only found you where you were, sir,” she said gently, as if afr
____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○."What do you want for dinner?" I stared at the man who was staring back at me with no emotions on his face. I gulped. I knew this. I had seen way too many movies and documentaries where this happened. Fred was the nice guy, the friendly guy who showed some kind of compassion to his hostages. That would mean this man, equally rugged as Fred but looking older and lacking any light in his eyes, would have to be the bad guy. "Oh, let's order something we have never ordered before!" Fred was on his feet. "Like steak, maybe. I mean, we have the money to do that now, don't we?" For someone who was annoyed by the presence of Fred a moment ago, I was actually glad that he was in the same room with this guy right now. He looked like he wanted to rip my throat out. "I wasn't asking you." He said in his gruff voice and then cocked his head in my direction. "Miss, what do you want for dinner?" I blinked. Oh. "I am not hungry," I muttered, finall