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“That’s clever of you. Let's ring down for some tea.”
She nodded again. “I feel like drinking some tea. Will you join me?” She smiled at him sweetly and he felt his heart breaking.
“Of course, my darling.” He rang the bell and a maid materialized. “Amy, could you send up a pot of tea, please?” he joined her on the bed as soon as the woman had left. “Now darling let’s talk.”
*****
Jaylen was exhausted and so worried that he could not stand still. There was no sign of her and it was close to midnight. She could be anywhere. He was forcing himself not to give into the terrible fear inside him. Several teams were out there scouring the place looking for her.
He was helpless, felt helpless, and said the same thing to his dad.
“You should go home,” Jaylen told him wearily, rubbing the back of his neck. “As soon as I hear anything, I will call.”
“I am staying.”
“What good is that going to do?” he snapped. “I don’t need you here holding my hand.” He shoved trembling fingers through his hair. “Hell, I am sorry.”
“No apologies necessary. We are all under stress. She is strong—”
“Don’t do that. Someone has her. Someone took her and for them to do that, they must have drugged her or knocked her out. I cannot bear to think of her being hurt. I—" he paused as his phone pinged inside his pocket. “I don’t recognize the number.”
“Let us set up a trace,” the detective urged. “It could be the abductor. Put it on speaker.”
Jaylen waited for the signal before pressing the icon. “Who is this?”
“Is this Jaylen Monteith?”
“Yes. Who is this?” he repeated, body tensed.
“Jaylen, this is William Brody. You might not remember me—"
“Yes. I am sorry Mr. Brody but I cannot tie up the line. I have—"
“I know where your wife is.”
Jaylen stiffened at that. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“It was my daughter who took her.” The man sighed heavily. “I feared she was getting worse and not taking her meds, but I had no idea she was this bad. I—"
“Where is my wife? What did she do to her?” Jaylen cut him off abruptly.
“She is in an old cabin. I will give you directions.”
“Is she hurt? If she touched a hair on Anika’s head—"
“She is not herself and I want to tell you how sorry I am—"
“Give me the damn directions.”
*****
“Jesus! Jesus! She is not here.” It had taken them more than an hour to get to the location and even then, they had passed the narrow dirt road several times.
“She was,” Detective Olson indicated the zip ties and the drops of blood.
“Then where the hell is she?” He was going out of his mind with fear and worry.
“She might have gone to seek help. She managed to free herself.”
