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Over the next forty-eight hours, he would get his revenge for all of the ways William Hartman had wronged him: for taking away his business a
nd dismantling his life. First, he would beat and torture the love of Hartman’s life. Because the Bible said: “‘There is no peace,’ says the Lord, ‘for the wicked.’” And Hartman shall have no peace.
Next, he would call that bastard, William Hartman, from a disposable cell phone, of course. He was a smart man after all, no matter what anyone said, especially evildoers like Hartman. He’d give that son of a bitch the fictitious name and tell him that he was holding Mrs. Greyer captive. Hartman would believe him because, by now, someone would’ve noticed that the stupid bitch was missing. He would even use the disposable phone to text him a picture of his whore, chained and beaten.
Then he would order Hartman to meet him, alone, of course. Because he was a smart and capable man, he would watch and wait, stalking the asshole until he was certain that he’d arrived alone. Because he was a genius, he would then send him to a second location, following closely to make sure he was really alone. At the third location, Scott would finally show himself, reveling in the delight of Hartman’s bewilderment—his astonishment at the brilliant man who’d just deceived him. Since he was doing God’s work, by removing the evildoers from this world, he would instruct Hartman to handcuff himself, and then he’d drug him just as he had his whore. The Bible said: “He who commits adultery lacks sense; he who does it destroys himself.” And Hartman had committed adultery. Because Scott knew he was an angel of the Lord and because he was a genius, he understood that he had to carry out God’s work. He also knew that Hartman would be forced to comply if he wanted to save the woman he loved. After all, the Bible said, “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” Scott knew the truth because God had told him as much. And the truth was that William had to die.
Seventeen
“What do you mean she didn’t show?” Sondra asked exasperated.
“Just what I said. I waited an hour. And she didn’t show.” William replied matter of factly.
Sondra sighed. “All right. Let me figure out what’s going on. I’ll call you back.”
Goddammit, Addison. She was going to kill that girl. She should’ve known. Sondra dialed Addie’s number. It went straight to voice mail. Big surprise. Sondra dialed Addie’s home number. A girl, probably the nanny, picked up. “She’s not home. May I ask who is calling?”
“This is her boss. I need to speak with her immediately. When she gets in, make sure that she calls me right away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, well, actually, I was going to call the office. She’s supposed to be here to take the kids. I had class two hours ago, and I missed it because she didn’t show. It’s not like her, and I’m kind of worried.”
Sondra rubbed her temples. Great, this is exactly what she needed. “Well, why are you telling me?”
“Because you’re her boss. I thought you might know where she was.”
“If I knew where she was, I wouldn’t be calling, WOULD I?” Sondra slammed the phone down.
God, she should’ve known Addison couldn’t handle this. Why’d she have to go and tell her the truth?
Sondra thought for a moment, finally dialing Addie’s assistant who explained that she hadn’t seen Addie but that she’d received a message from her that she was lost en route to an interview and that when she tried to call Addie back her phone just went to voice mail. Sondra wrote down the client’s name and phone number. Damn it. If she messed this up too . . .
She dialed the phone number. The number was disconnected. Hmm.
Annoyed, Sondra figured Addie would come around sooner or later and decided to let it go, until, a few hours later when her phone rang. It was the nanny calling. “I’m worried about Mrs. Greyer. She was supposed to take the boys to the beach this weekend. She asked me to have them packed, saying that they were going to leave at seven when she got home. They’ve been waiting impatiently for hours. It’s not like her to tell them something and then not follow through. It’s especially not like her not to come home when she says. I’m thinking about calling the police. What do you think?”
Sondra set up in bed. “No. Don’t do that. Let me make a few calls; I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. I’ll find her. Are you ok there with the children or shall I send someone else?
“They’re pretty upset, so I’ll stay with them.”
“All right, call me if she turns up at home.”
Sondra hung up the phone and dialed Addie’s assistant, who answered on the first ring. “The client that Mrs. Greyer went to interview, get me that address. In fact, send me all of the information you have. Immediately.”
“Certainly, Ms. Sheehan. I’ll send it right over. Is everything ok?”
“I sure hope so.”
Sondra hung up and called Liselle next, who confirmed what she already knew—that Addie hadn’t ever shown up at Seven.
Her inbox chimed. Sondra opened the email containing the client’s information. Simon Peter: 555-452-9111. The same number she’d called before. Sondra dialed the number again. Still disconnected. She tried Addie’s cell. It went straight to voice mail, again. Sondra typed the name and address into Google, which turned up nothing. Weird.
Sondra called Addie’s assistant back. “Did you run background checks on Mr. Simon Peter?”
“No. I thought Mrs. Greyer had.”
Sondra slammed her fist down. “Goddammit. I need you to check the system. See if anything has been run. NOW!”
The girl did as she was told and came back on the line a few moments later. “There is no one in the system by that name. A check wasn’t run on Simon Peter. Would you like me to check another name?”
