Hostage Negotiation

His hand jerked beneath hers and his eyes clouded. “Don’t thank me. I hit you with my truck. I very nearly killed you.”

She tugged his hand closer, forcing him to lean down. Then she lifted her other hand and gently cupped his face, watching his eyes widen with surprise.

“Zack, if you hadn’t hit me with that truck, I’d be dead. You saved me. Thank you.” Her teeth began to chatter as the dark memories swirled through her mind. “I just wish you could have done it sooner.”

The dam burst. Tears streamed unchecked down her face. Deep, gasping sobs racked her body and she turned her face into her pillow and closed her eyes again, anchoring his hand in both of hers, unable to let him go. He was her lifeline, and without him, she feared she would drown.

His other hand stroked her hair back from her face. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Kaylee. You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you again. I promise.”

A door opened and closed. Footsteps echoed. Whispers floated around her. A beep sounded but it seemed so far away. Dark images bombarded her.

Sharp pain. Burning. Cutting. Her wrists throbbed. Her feet ached. He’d taken her shoes the day he’d taken her. To keep her from running.

Muffled voices filled the room. Zack’s voice. Cole’s. And...someone else.

She let Zack’s hand go and put both her hands over her ears to block out the noise so she could concentrate. There was something she needed to remember. Something niggling at the edge of her consciousness. Something important. What was it?

Another beep.

The door to her box was flung open. The stifling heat escaped and she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the welcome smell of outdoors. But instead of pulling her out, the devil shoved something inside the box with her and slammed the door. Something warm, and furry. It scrabbled past her, running over her bare feet.

She screamed, kicking at it. She beat her fists against the Plexiglas door, over and over, screaming until her throat was raw.

Voices again in the hospital room. His voice, the kind man, Zack. Her protector. He’d saved her.

She was in the box again, a few days later. Or was it weeks? Blindfolded, which made no sense since it was dark outside. He’d pulled her out and left her standing there, trembling, waiting to see what he would do. Then he’d put her back in the box, closed the doors. She tensed, wondering what creature, what horror to expect this time. And then she heard it, shuffling toward her—a whimper.

That was what she’d needed to remember!

Another beep. Lethargy flooded her veins, dragging her down. They were drugging her. No, she couldn’t sleep! She had to tell them what she’d remembered!

With a Herculean effort, she forced her heavy lids open. A man in a white coat was pulling a needle out of her IV tubing. He stood beside the man she now knew was Cole. She jerked to her right. Zack. He was still there, standing by the railing, watching her, his brows drawn down in a look of concern.

She flailed blindly, reaching for him.

His large, warm hand, open-palmed, lifted hers. “It’s okay, Kaylee. I promise I won’t leave. Rest—”

“Have to tell...” Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. “Have to...tell.” She shook her head, trying to clear the dark fog closing over her eyes. Desperately trying to hold on to the memory that she’d fought so hard to retrieve.

“It’s just a sedative, to help you rest. Don’t fight it,” he said. “Go to sleep. I promise I’ll watch over you. No one will hurt you. Sleep.”

Her eyes fluttered shut against her will. Tears leaked out from the corners. “You have to find her. You have to...save her. He has her, too. Find M...Mary.”

* * *

ZACK’S EYES WIDENED as he stared down at Kaylee, now lying unconscious on the hospital bed. He jerked his head up and saw the same shocked look on Cole’s face that he imagined was on his own.

“Doctor, can you reverse the drugs? Wake her up,” Zack demanded.

The doctor’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “I could. But I won’t. Did you see her pulse reading on the screen before I put her under? Way too fast. She’s going to suffer a breakdown, or stroke out, if she’s pushed too fast. She’s exhausted. Her body needs rest, Chief. And time for her potassium and electrolytes to get back into balance. Don’t plan on asking her any more questions for at least twelve hours, probably longer.”

Zack swore and carefully freed his hand from Kaylee’s before running past Cole and the startled doctor. He yanked the door open and Special Agent Willow, the FBI agent who’d stood at the foot of Kaylee’s bed earlier, turned around, stopping midsentence in his conversation with the other officers waiting in the hallway.

“What are the names of the women who are still missing?” Zack demanded, as Cole joined him in the doorway.

“What?” Willow’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“You told us earlier that two women besides Kaylee are missing. One of them disappeared five months ago, the other three weeks. You also mentioned that you think they could have been taken by the same man who took Kaylee. What are the women’s names?”

“Fullerton and Watkins.”

Zack waved his hand impatiently. “Their first names. What are their first names?”

“Sue Ellen Fullerton.”

“And?”

“Mary. Mary Watkins.”

Chapter Five (#u2a1c38af-01b6-5eb4-ab53-c0061eda44d8)

Zack leaned back against the brick wall of the hospital’s outdoor atrium, thankful the recent rains had cleared up, at least momentarily. This quiet enclosed garden, with the sun peeking through the clouds and shining down, might be just what Kaylee Brighton needed.

Over the past few days, she’d been grilled with questions inside her hospital room. But no one could call any of those interviews successful. Hopefully, today’s session would finally yield the answers everyone wanted and she could be left in peace.

A nurse sat at a table a few feet away from Kaylee’s wheelchair. The psychologist that had been assigned as her advocate crouched down, whispering to her patient. It was the psychologist who’d recommended the change in venue when Kaylee had become agitated and panicked answering questions in her room.

It didn’t take a genius to understand why.

The dark bruises and calluses around her wrists and ankles told the story of her being bound for most of the time that she’d been missing. That hospital room probably felt claustrophobic and brought back memories she was trying hard to forget.

Memories they kept asking her to relive.

He hated the necessity of it, of asking a victim to face the most horrible things that had ever happened to them, to dredge up the pain and victimize them all over again. But if he and the other officers were going to find the two missing women, they needed to get as much information as they could from Kaylee. So far, they were batting zero in their search to find the man who’d hurt her, or the woman she’d remembered seeing—Mary Watkins.

In spite of combing the swamp with bloodhounds and search-and-rescue teams, they hadn’t even been able to locate where Kaylee had been held. The heavy rains that had rolled in had obliterated footprints, scents, and flooded out much of the area near the road where Zack had found her, making it impassable. Aerial searches in that thickly treed area had proven just as useless. And now that four full days had passed since she’d managed to escape her captor, he wasn’t so sure that it was worth putting her through this turmoil anymore. The man who’d held her had to have moved on by now. He could even be in another state. There was no way of knowing.

As Zack watched Special Agent Willow begin questioning Kaylee again, he had to force himself to stay where he was. The therapist felt that Kaylee was too dependent on Zack. Every time he left her room she’d begin to panic and wouldn’t calm down until she could see his face. She apparently associated him with safety, because she thought of him as the one who’d saved her from her ordeal. But he couldn’t do his job if he had to stay with her the whole time. And she couldn’t grow stronger mentally if she kept using him as her security blanket.

Still, keeping his distance was killing him, especially because of how pale she looked, and the hesitant, hurt look in her eyes every time she glanced at him, obviously wondering why he was standing so far away.

If her parents were here twenty-four-seven to support her, maybe she’d be doing better. But while Kaylee was twenty-three, her parents had to both be in their mid-sixties, or maybe even seventies. They appeared to be quite frail, and Kaylee seemed more concerned about them than about herself. From what Zack had gleaned from overhearing the nurses talking, Kaylee would only allow her parents one short visit each day. After that, they grudgingly returned to their hotel room until time to visit again.

Her excuse to them was that she was exhausted and needed time to sleep and recover. While that might be only a slight exaggeration, the rest of what she’d told them was a deliberate lie—that the man who’d taken her had done nothing worse than tie her up and scare her.

She’d explained away the bandages on her arms and legs by saying that she’d cut herself running through the woods to get away. And since her hospital gown covered the rest of her body, she didn’t have to explain her other injuries. Even her doctors and nurses couldn’t contradict what she’d told her parents, because Kaylee was an adult. Doctor-patient confidentiality kept her secrets safe.

From Zack’s viewpoint, Kaylee’s parents should have fought harder to stay here with her. She was alone far too much. She needed a support system. Because, while he didn’t know what all had happened to her yet, he did know it was a heck of a lot more than just being tied up. He’d seen the pictures the police photographer took of her in the emergency room. He’d seen the bruises, the cuts, the burns.