Don't Cry Part 38

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All she had to do was wake up, kick off the covers, and get out of bed.

Do it now!

She tried to lift her feet and found she couldn't-her ankles were tied together.

Wake up, wake up.

She danced her toes against the hard surface beneath her feet and found it cold and slightly damp. When she took a deep breath, the smell of mustiness and rot filled her nostrils. She struggled with the ropes on her wrists and ankles and suddenly the chair she sat in began moving, rocking back and forth, back and forth.

This isn't real. You're having a nightmare. Don't be afraid. You'll wake up soon and tell Quint about it and you'll both laugh about how real nightmares can seem.

"Quint," she said out loud. The single word echoed in the room.

Somer s.h.i.+vered. She was cold. Had Quint hogged the covers again and left her s.h.i.+vering without even a sheet to cover her?

"Quint?" she called to him repeatedly. "Quint...Quint..." Her voice grew louder. "Why won't you answer me?"

Because you're dreaming and he can't hear you. You need to wake up now, Somer.

Please, G.o.d, let me wake up!

After endless minutes of agony, trying to force herself to awaken, Somer finally admitted the horrifying truth-she was awake. This was no nightmare. She was bound to a chair in a dark room. And she was alone.

But how did I get here?

What is the last thing you remember? she asked herself. she asked herself.

She had left work around nine fifteen, shortly after Belk closed. She and several of the other salesclerks had walked out together, said good night, and headed toward their parked vehicles.

When she approached her dark red Acura, she didn't pay much attention to the old Lincoln parked beside her. But as she opened her car door, she felt someone behind her. She turned instantly, preparing to fight off an attacker, but the man smiled at her in a nonthreatening way, the way a child would smile at his mother.

"I hope I didn't frighten you," he said.

"I'm afraid you did." She forced a smile, hoping she projected confidence and not fear.

"You don't remember me?" he asked, a hopeful expression on his handsome face.

He did look familiar. Somer racked her brain trying to remember and at the same time uneasiness gnawed at her gut. She wanted him to go away so that she could slide safely into her car. Keeping her gaze fixed on his face, she suddenly recalled where she'd seen him before tonight. At work. Earlier that week. He was the good-looking blonde who had bought the blue baby blanket. But tonight he was wearing gla.s.ses.

"Of course, you bought the blue baby shawl on Tuesday," she said, then corrected herself, "No, on Monday."

His smile faded slowly. "It was for Cody. His old one was in pretty bad shape. I think he likes the new one."

"That's nice." She sensed something horribly wrong. Hadn't he told her on Monday that it was a gift that his wife wanted to wrap personally? "I really have to go now. I'm glad Cody likes the blanket."

Get away from him, her survival instincts told her. her survival instincts told her. Get away from him now. Get away from him now.

Moving as fast as possible, she turned around and got in her car. When she realized that he hadn't tried to stop her, a feeling of intense relief washed over her and she grasped the door handle. But her relief was short-lived when he reached inside the car, grabbed her shoulders, and hauled her out of the car.

Fight him!

But before she could do more than mentally prepare for battle, he yanked a rag from his pocket and shoved the smelly cloth over her nose.

No, no, no...

Somer s.h.i.+vered as the memory of what had happened exploded in her mind and explained why she wasn't at home in her bed sleeping alongside her husband. The handsome blond man who had purchased a blue baby blanket on Monday had come back to the mall tonight, waited outside in the parking lot until she had reached her car, and then he had kidnapped her.

In no particular order, questions zipped through her mind at lightning speed. How had he known which car was hers? Why hadn't she called out to her coworkers before they drove away? Why had he abducted her? Why had he tied her to a rocking chair? Where was she? How could she free herself? What did Quint think had happened to her when she hadn't come home? Was Quint out looking for her? Had he called the police? What was her kidnapper going to do to her?

"What are you doing here?" Zoe asked.

J.D. woke instantly at the sound of his daughter's voice and shot straight up, knocking the blanket off and onto the floor. For a split second he thought he was at home in his own bed, but quickly realized he was on Audrey Sherrod's sofa and that was the reason he ached all over, from neck to hips. He swung his legs off the sofa, rubbed the back of his neck, grunted, and then cleared his throat.

"I must have fallen asleep," he said. "Audrey was fixing us some hot chocolate and I sat down for a couple of minutes and..." Holy h.e.l.l! Holy h.e.l.l! He glanced at the pillow lying against the sofa arm and down at the blanket on the floor. He glanced at the pillow lying against the sofa arm and down at the blanket on the floor.

"Why did you come back here? You'd already called and told me to spend the night."

J.D. leaned over, propped his elbows on his thighs, and lowered his head so that he could rub his temples. "I came back to talk to Audrey."

"Really? About me?"

"Actually, no."

"About what? The case you're working on?"

"In a way. I needed to talk to a grown-up, someone I don't work with, someone who could listen and be objective. Audrey offered to listen if I needed to talk, and I accepted her offer." And that's all there was to it. Yeah, right. What about that kiss? You can't forget the kiss. And it's d.a.m.n sure Audrey won't have forgotten. And that's all there was to it. Yeah, right. What about that kiss? You can't forget the kiss. And it's d.a.m.n sure Audrey won't have forgotten.

"Apparently you didn't do much talking," Zoe said.

"Huh?" J.D. couldn't bring himself to look at his daughter. Did she suspect that he had kissed Audrey?

"Well, if you fell asleep, you couldn't have talked much."

"Yeah, right. No, we didn't talk much."

Zoe glanced back at the hallway leading to the two bedrooms. "Is she still asleep?"

J.D. nodded. "As far as I know."

What time was it? He twisted his wrist.w.a.tch around so he could see the face. 8:48 A.M.

"Maybe you and I should gather up our stuff and head home, let Audrey sleep in," J.D. suggested.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"Yeah, I am." He stood up and stretched, then glanced at his daughter and saw the disappointed expression on her face. "Hey, we can stop by McDonald's for a Big Breakfast on the way home. How does that sound?"

"Okay, I guess," Zoe said. "But I was looking forward to one of Audrey's cheese and sausage omelets."

J.D.'s stomach growled. Zoe laughed. He grinned.

"Good morning," Audrey said.

J.D. and Zoe whirled around at the sound of her voice.

"Morning," Zoe replied. "Looks like we all slept late."

J.D. swallowed hard as he stared at Audrey, who stood in the arched entrance to the living room. She looked as fresh as a daisy in her long-sleeved white cotton s.h.i.+rt and slim-fitting dark jeans. She had pulled her hair away from her face, secured it on each side with small gold barrettes, and left the length hanging loosely against her shoulders.

Audrey looked right at him, her expression blank, giving away nothing of what she might or might not be thinking and feeling.

"Ah...uh, Zoe and I were planning to leave and let you sleep in," he told her.

"J.D.'s going to take me to McD's for breakfast," Zoe said. "Before he takes me home and goes back to work."

"Why don't you both stay here for breakfast?" Audrey glanced from Zoe to J.D. "Unless you're in a big hurry to leave."

What did she mean by that?

Did she think he was running away before she could confront him about the kiss they'd shared?

"I think we've imposed on your hospitality long enough as it is." J.D.'s gaze remained fixed on Audrey's face.

"It's no imposition. I invited you."

A flicker of emotion shot through Audrey's expressionless green-and gold-flecked brown eyes. Exactly what was she saying? Was she telling him that she had not only invited him to come over last night if he needed someone to talk to, but that she had also invited him to kiss her?

"Come on, J.D. Let's stay for breakfast, please."

How could he resist the hopeful look on his daughter's face?

An hour later, Zoe scooted back her chair from the kitchen table, jumped to her feet, picked up her plate, silverware, and gla.s.s, and placed them in the dishwasher. "I'm going to get dressed," she said as she exited the room.

J.D. and Audrey sat in silence for a couple of minutes, then she asked, "More coffee?"

"No, thanks."

"Another scone?" She held up the basket filled with savory b.u.t.ter-and-chive scones.

He rubbed his stomach. "I couldn't eat another bite." He smiled. "I see why Zoe preferred breakfast here to eating fast food, even though the McD's Big Breakfast is a favorite of hers."

"Since you're going to work today, you could let Zoe stay here. I can run her home to pick up a change of clothes and-"

"No, you don't have to do that. I'm going home to shower, shave, and change clothes anyway. And I certainly don't expect you to baby-sit Zoe again. She's old enough to spend the day at home without me. I'm sure you've got better things to do with your day than-"

"Stop right there," she told him in no uncertain terms. "I don't baby-sit Zoe. And I know she's old enough to be left alone during the day. I happen to enjoy your daughter's company. I thought you understood that she and I have become friends."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply-"

"If you spent a little more time with her, took the trouble to get to know her better, you might realize-"

"It always comes back to this, doesn't it?" He slid his chair from the table and stood. "Every time we have a conversation, you find a way to remind me what a lousy father I am and take it upon yourself to advise me about my lack of parenting skills. It's becoming a case of beating a dead horse, don't you think?"

He stood over her, glaring at her as she rose slowly to her feet and faced him. She looked at him without saying a word, as if his retaliation had rendered her speechless.

"I don't want us to argue every time we're together," he told her. "But that's all we seem to do. Except for a few minutes last night."

They both knew he was referring to the kiss.

"I don't know why that happened or how it happened," she said. "It was a mistake...wasn't it?"

"Was it?"

Zoe called out from the living room, "J.D., your phone's ringing."

He released a pent-up breath. "Grab it for me, will you?"

Audrey stepped back and began clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. J.D. met Zoe as she entered the kitchen and handed him his cell phone. Not bothering to check the caller ID, he answered on what was probably the fifth or sixth ring.

"Special Agent Ca.s.s."

"J.D., it's Tam Lovelady."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I received a call from headquarters an hour or so ago," Tam said. "They contacted me about a woman whose husband reported her missing. She didn't come home after work last night."

"What's special about her?"

"She's in her early twenties and attractive. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes. Sound familiar?"

"How long has she been missing?"

"Her husband called in this morning around one o'clock. It seems when she didn't come home from work last night, he contacted every friend he knew of, called her parents, and drove the route she usually takes coming home from work. That's when he found her car, a late-model Acura, the driver's side door open, parked at Hamilton Place Mall, where she works."

"What time did she get off from work?"

"At nine."

"That time of night, there should have been a lot of people around the area. Maybe somebody saw something."

Don't Cry Part 38

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