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What I had found that answered at least one of the questions was a picture taken with the attorney general. If I had to take a bet, I’d say he made the call regarding Willow’s kidnapping.
Crack!
As a limb fell, I was forced to swerve, narrowly avoiding hitting a tree. She yelped from beside me.
“It’s okay,” I had to shout. “We’re almost there.”
“This is crazy.”
“I told you. It’s not a place you come out in storms.”
The path was deteriorating quickly, limbs falling everywhere. As I rolled around one of the curbs, suddenly Jameson skidded off the path and I was forced to slam on my brakes in order to avoid hitting several sheep. What the fuck were they doing out on the road? I threw my arm across her, almost running into Jameson’s truck. “Jesus Christ.”
Jameson climbed out, running toward the sheep, able to get them scattered away from the road. The man didn’t miss a beat, returning to his truck and accelerating quickly. Thank God the damn farm was less than a mile down the road. Only when he turned down the driveway did I breathe a sigh of relief, even though the foreboding feeling remained firmly planted in the back of my mind.
He jerked to a stop and hopped out, heading onto the front porch and waiting. As soon as we were directly behind him, he led us through the house, taking the stairs two at a time.
We were drenched, Jameson stopping at a closet outside one of the bedrooms, handing us each a towel. “You need to know that the family speaks very little English. I’ll do my best to translate for you, but my father knows the language extremely well, not me. It’s not something I took an interest in learning.”
“What about your foreman?” I asked. The man spoke several languages.
“He had an emergency in the States. I gave him a couple days off. I don’t know exactly how it happened.”
“Did she take a fall?” Willow asked.
“I think so. Maybe,” Jameson said, half laughing. “I’m sorry. Her parents were hysterical and all I could think about was getting your help.”
“Shit. I need to learn a few details. I’ll see what I can do, but there’s a chance you’ll need to get her off this island.”
I noticed the look Jameson gave me and hissed. He’d allowed the caretaker to take his helicopter. Fuck. Jameson was no pilot. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
“I’ll get you everything you might need. Towels. Bandages. Antiseptic,” he offered.
“Also bottled water.” Willow peeked her head in then slunk back. “How old is she?”
“I don’t know for certain. A teenager.”
I could tell Jameson’s comment terrified her even more.
“Do you know her name?” she asked.
“Kalani. I know everyone who’s employed here. I just wish I’d spent the time my father had learning the language. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”
“It’s okay. Let me see what we’re dealing with first. Okay? I don’t want to scare the girl, so let me go in first.”
“There’s a connecting bathroom. So far, there’s running water, but in storms like this, it’s the first thing that goes.”
“Understood.” She moved toward the room without hesitation, but I noticed her body was shaking.
I stood back, watching as she tried to converse with the parents, making hand gestures and using limited English. “You’re without transportation off the island.” I made it a statement, not a question.
“Yeah, for at least another day.” Jameson sighed.
“Fuck. If that girl needs a hospital, I can’t leave her here and I certainly can’t take her with me.”
“We don’t know that will be necessary. Relax, Santiago. I think you need a drink.”
“Several, but I’m not leaving her side.”
