Susan sat on the floor in a barely lit backroom, she had been there for three weeks. this was the longest she had stayed In one place. she kept on looking at the burner phone to see if there were any messages for her, but there were none. She glanced in the corner at the sleeping bundle, but he snored away peacefully. He had been such a darling. in all this time he had not caused her at any point one mishap. Since leaving Meyer's Mansion, she had been receiving instructions on what she should do and where she should go, but she had never met the person in charge. To her the kidnapping looked like it was something well-planned. all she did was receive money and instructions from letters when she was still at the Meyer mansion. Panic started to bubble up. what if her benefactor abandoned her and she got caught with a missing child? but she doubted that very much, she trusted whoever was on the other side of the phone. She had her reasons for betraying Nickolas Meyer.She spent five

Luther was waiting for his boss's return from the woods. Sinister thoughts were going through his mind. A day had passed and he had not communicated to ensure his safety. on the third day. Luther was beside himself with worry, he could not stand staying in his room anymore. He went to the local 'canines for hire' sign he had spotted when he first arrived. He took with him the canine off in the direction of the woods. His name was feebles. The name was not very encouraging. Luther thought.The only pieces of equipment for direction were a tracker that he had on Nickolas's phone plus the dog to help him through the dense forest. the pin of his location had been in one place for over a day now. The path to the cabin was none existence, he wondered how Nicholas must have made it through.As they approached a clearing path at the top of what seemed like a hill, Feebles started barking and pulling at him with the leash. His feet were heavy as he ran after the wild dog, his heart beating a

The following morning Nickolas and Luther drove to the address they had scrambled on a piece of paper from Irene's belongings. They stopped in from of an overly decorated wooden house. The walking path leading to the door was decorated with white stones and small glass oaks in colorful clothing. The owner's intention might have been style and homely but the effect it had was something from a scary movie. Nickolas rang the doorbell once and when no sound came from the house he rang it again. Luther was peeping through the windows. It didn't seem like anyone was home. Until they heard a shuffling of feet from inside the house. A small woman opened the door. She looked about ninety years old and ready to drop. She looked at the two men with curious blue eyes and spoke something in Swedish they couldn't understand. They looked at each other and then at the old woman and she said "Ah you don't speak Swedish." she nodded at both of them and they nodded back "I'm Miss Merrybale and can

The private jet landed promptly at ten am on London soil. Nickolas and Luther got inside the waiting limousine. The ride back to the mansion was quiet with each man occupied by his thoughts. The limousine stopped at the foot of the stairs in the driveway. James stood waiting outside the main door. Nickolas had not realized how much he had missed London and the familiar faces. Despite his homesickness, His face was drawn as he got out of the limousine and greeted James outside the door. He took big strides to his bedroom and threw himself on his king-size bed. He would have loved GracesGraces face after so long. But that was his last thought before sleep overtook him. Luther took a left-turn to Nickolas study to fill James on the latest. He wanted to dig up any leads about the toothless man while the details were still fresh on his mind. Hours later, Nickolas woke with a start. The curtains were drawn and his bedside lamp was on. How long had he slept? Someone was in the room with h

Nickolas rang the bell at Amelia's apartment once..twice, but no one came to the door. He wondered if the doorman downstairs had mistaken when he said Miss Oxton was in her apartment, that he never saw her leave the building.Nickolas turned to leave when he heard soft footsteps on the wooden floor. Someone was inside. He rang the bell again, this time the door opened and Ameli stood in front of him in her stained nightgown. There were dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her once beautiful complexion looked like washed leather.He watched as the color drained from her face when realization registered on her face. She looked surprised to see him there. "What..what are you doing here?""You look like you have seen a ghost. can I come in?" her face was blank as she moved aside for him. Given their last encounter at the apartment, she had every right to hesitate."My gosh Amelia, what happened here?"The living room looked like it had been through wor