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know what to
do.”
“Oh
my goodness, Echo, I’m so sorry! Where did he take you?” Missy was horrified.
“He
drove to his aunt’s house and parked in the back, where no one could see us
from the street. When he stopped the car, I opened the door and tried to run,
but the heel of one of my sandals caught on a root and I fell. Ian grabbed me
from behind, twisting my arms behind my back so that I couldn’t get away, and
when I screamed, he clamped his hand over my mouth and nose so that I couldn’t
hardly breathe. There was an open door that led to the basement, and he dragged
me down the stairs into this dark, smelly place, and made me sit in a chair. He
tied my legs to the chair legs, tied my hands behind me and put a nasty rag in
my mouth so that I couldn’t scream. It was awful, Missy, I thought I was going
to die and no one would ever find me. Ian paced around like a mad man, ranting
about how he was finally going to have the life he wanted. He talked about…” a
small sob escaped her, and she had to take a few deep breaths before continuing.
Missy reached for her hand, and Echo clung to her friend like a lifeline.
She
recovered enough to continue, tears streaming down her face. “He bragged about
killing his aunt, and said that now he owned everything he wanted, a house,
some land, and me. He talked about buying a boat and sailing around the world
and told me that if I didn’t behave myself, he’d throw me to the sharks.”
“Oh
my goodness, Echo, that must have been terrifying for you,” Missy said sadly,
as her friend sipped her tea.
“Well,
thankfully, right after that, I heard sirens and a loudspeaker and in a matter
of minutes, the police had surrounded the house and were blocking the basement
door so that Ian couldn’t escape. He got really angry when he figured out that
he was trapped, so he tipped my chair over and I hit my head really hard. I
couldn’t really see what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, this
really nice detective, Gilbert Johnson, was untying me and helping me outside.
I saw Ian in handcuffs being stuffed into the back of a patrol car, and I was
so relieved that I nearly fainted.”
“I
can’t even imagine how awful that must’ve been for you,” Missy shook her head.
“Do you want to stay here for a while? I could make us some dinner and we could
watch a movie or something,” she offered.
“Thanks
for asking, but what I really want to do, now that I know I’m safe, is go home
and take a nice long bath, have a glass of wine and sleep for as long as
possible.”
“I
totally understand, but if you need anything at all, or even if you just have a
nightmare and want someone to talk to, you call me, okay?” Missy insisted with
love.
Echo
nodded. “I will. Thank you for being my friend, Missy, I don’t know what I’d do
without you.”
“Anytime,”
she replied, embracing her friend.
“Can
I get this Mango Madness to go?” she gestured to her uneaten muffin.
“You
know it!” Missy picked up the muffin and headed to the kitchen for a baggie to
put it in. She handed Echo the muffin and walked her to the door, confident now
that everything would be okay.
Chapter
18
The
walls were up in the newly built Missy’s Muffins and More, the appliances were
being installed in a week, and all that would be left to do was painting the
whimsical lime green and pink colors of the interior, placing the furnishings
in the seating area and stocking the kitchen. Construction had been completed
well ahead of schedule, and it looked like Missy would be up and running again
just in time for her Ghoulishly Good Ghost cakes that were light, fluffy and
tended to disappear. They were a favorite among the kids of LaChance, who came
into the store for them specifically, every October.
“The
progress looks great,” Missy was pleased to hear the deep voice of Chas Beckett
at her elbow. She turned, happily surprised and gave the handsome detective a
big
do.”
“Oh
my goodness, Echo, I’m so sorry! Where did he take you?” Missy was horrified.
“He
drove to his aunt’s house and parked in the back, where no one could see us
from the street. When he stopped the car, I opened the door and tried to run,
but the heel of one of my sandals caught on a root and I fell. Ian grabbed me
from behind, twisting my arms behind my back so that I couldn’t get away, and
when I screamed, he clamped his hand over my mouth and nose so that I couldn’t
hardly breathe. There was an open door that led to the basement, and he dragged
me down the stairs into this dark, smelly place, and made me sit in a chair. He
tied my legs to the chair legs, tied my hands behind me and put a nasty rag in
my mouth so that I couldn’t scream. It was awful, Missy, I thought I was going
to die and no one would ever find me. Ian paced around like a mad man, ranting
about how he was finally going to have the life he wanted. He talked about…” a
small sob escaped her, and she had to take a few deep breaths before continuing.
Missy reached for her hand, and Echo clung to her friend like a lifeline.
She
recovered enough to continue, tears streaming down her face. “He bragged about
killing his aunt, and said that now he owned everything he wanted, a house,
some land, and me. He talked about buying a boat and sailing around the world
and told me that if I didn’t behave myself, he’d throw me to the sharks.”
“Oh
my goodness, Echo, that must have been terrifying for you,” Missy said sadly,
as her friend sipped her tea.
“Well,
thankfully, right after that, I heard sirens and a loudspeaker and in a matter
of minutes, the police had surrounded the house and were blocking the basement
door so that Ian couldn’t escape. He got really angry when he figured out that
he was trapped, so he tipped my chair over and I hit my head really hard. I
couldn’t really see what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, this
really nice detective, Gilbert Johnson, was untying me and helping me outside.
I saw Ian in handcuffs being stuffed into the back of a patrol car, and I was
so relieved that I nearly fainted.”
“I
can’t even imagine how awful that must’ve been for you,” Missy shook her head.
“Do you want to stay here for a while? I could make us some dinner and we could
watch a movie or something,” she offered.
“Thanks
for asking, but what I really want to do, now that I know I’m safe, is go home
and take a nice long bath, have a glass of wine and sleep for as long as
possible.”
“I
totally understand, but if you need anything at all, or even if you just have a
nightmare and want someone to talk to, you call me, okay?” Missy insisted with
love.
Echo
nodded. “I will. Thank you for being my friend, Missy, I don’t know what I’d do
without you.”
“Anytime,”
she replied, embracing her friend.
“Can
I get this Mango Madness to go?” she gestured to her uneaten muffin.
“You
know it!” Missy picked up the muffin and headed to the kitchen for a baggie to
put it in. She handed Echo the muffin and walked her to the door, confident now
that everything would be okay.
Chapter
18
The
walls were up in the newly built Missy’s Muffins and More, the appliances were
being installed in a week, and all that would be left to do was painting the
whimsical lime green and pink colors of the interior, placing the furnishings
in the seating area and stocking the kitchen. Construction had been completed
well ahead of schedule, and it looked like Missy would be up and running again
just in time for her Ghoulishly Good Ghost cakes that were light, fluffy and
tended to disappear. They were a favorite among the kids of LaChance, who came
into the store for them specifically, every October.
“The
progress looks great,” Missy was pleased to hear the deep voice of Chas Beckett
at her elbow. She turned, happily surprised and gave the handsome detective a
big
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