Chapter 15

© Copyright 2006 by Kendra Cornell



The call came in at 7:30 pm. He was sitting in his kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and trying to clear the fog in his brain. He wore a ragged bathrobe that symbolized everything he felt at the moment- old and worn out. When had he begun to lose control? Sure, there had been incidents his entire life with anger. But, at what point had he traded his soul? Everything was getting worse...

His cell phone vibrated, showing a familiar number.

“What?” he barked. “We’ve got her.”

“Where?!” he shouted, standing abruptly and tipping over the chair in which he sat. Never mind moments of lucidity. Adrenaline began its rapid course through his body.

“We got a call five minutes ago that she was in a library, not far from Yendale’s house. She must’ve walked, and spent most of the afternoon there.”

Already moving down the plush hallway to get dressed, he replied, “Do you have her there?”

A momentary pause gave him slight cause for alarm.

“Well, no. She left, but we have several units canvassing the area. I’m one of them. I’ll find her.”

“Give me the address. I’m on my way.”

A quick recital left him dripping with sweat and remorse. She had been so close, the entire time. If only he had looked a little harder, she’d already be here...

Entering his room, he fingered the silk pillow he had placed in the special area he had arranged just for her.

It wouldn’t be long now...




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