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After calling Williams, Jeff jumped into his car, praying as he raced to his office as fast as he could. Was Alex still alive? Was help coming too late? Agents from the FBI’s Critical Incident Response Group planned to meet him in the parking lot and take his phone so they could track the call to Alex’s location. He was certain the address would be the same one the teams were converging on, but he wanted to make sure they had it right. He’d told Williams about the electric fence and that it was powered by a high-tech generator.
She told him Hostage Rescue had already sent out one helicopter but would probably send out another. They could drop agents onto the grounds and disable the generator so the rest of the teams could enter the property.
He’d wondered if he should call Logan, but he decided to wait. The teams were so close. Why not wait until he could tell him the situation had been resolved? He just prayed the resolution would be good news. He still wasn’t used to praying, but he prayed now. With all his heart.
When Alex opened her eyes, she was lying on the picnic table bench, face up, her neck raw and her throat sore. A few raindrops helped bring her all the way back to consciousness.
Grateful she was still alive, she lifted her head and coughed. The lights from the park’s carousel flashed and music played. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy, all for the love of you. . . .
She looked around for Brent, but he was gone, and she didn’t see anyone else. She’d been wrong about there being only one guy. What did Brent say? He was hired to lure women for Andy? Then she remembered Jeff told her the carnie named Andy was dead.
Brent wasn’t the one with a split personality. Lum Jones was. He was certainly distanced from reality, but what reality?
She shook her head. She didn’t have time to figure this out. She looked around for her knife, but it was gone. Then she remembered Tracy saying something about a shed just beyond the park that might have lawn equipment in it. She got up slowly, looking around again, but she still didn’t see anyone.
As she made her way through the amusement park, she realized all the rides were running as if they had riders, but they were empty. It was spooky.
She’d just passed the train when she saw the shed. After scouting out her surroundings one more time, she sprinted toward it, praying it was unlocked. Where was the man called Andy? Why had he left her on that bench?
Why hadn’t he killed her?
When she found the shed, she pulled the door open. Brent was lying inside, garden shears sticking out of his chest. She didn’t have time to feel bad for him. She quickly looked around for something else but saw nothing that could help her. Even though she didn’t want to do it, she grabbed the shears, pulled them out, and stepped outside.
She’d just turned when she saw the outline of someone walking toward her. “Stop or I’ll kill you,” she said as she held the shears out in front of her. “I mean it.”
That’s when she realized there were two figures. When they reached her, she saw that a man had Tracy, and he was holding Alex’s knife to her throat.
