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be done. The kids are mine, they’ll be mine for eternity.”
That didn’t sound good.
“Eternity?”
“There’s nothing more final than death.”
Becci screamed in terror and Jared joined her. “Help us, mommy, help us, please.”
“Listen to me, you bastard, you let those kids go right now.”
“Or what?” Brian replied, laughing again, then pausing to yell at the children in the back. There was a crackle of bad reception and Emily’s heart stood still. She couldn’t afford to lose this line now.
Brian had gone mad. All that narcissism had spilled over into insanity. He wanted to harm her babies. Fuck that.
“Or I’ll track you down and make you let them go.”
“You think I’m scared of you, little girl? Ha! Ha! HA!” He shouted the mirth at her, and the children pleaded for her again.
“I think you should be, dipshit, ‘cos once I find you, I’ll make you regret ever meeting me.”
“Oh really? That fits my plans just fine. Let’s have us a little family reunion, my darling.”
The collapse of public opinion had changed him. He’d lost everything and now he wanted to destroy her too.
“Where are you?” Emily gripped her car keys, and placed one hand on the door handle. She needed a clue, a hint, an address, anything. “Where are you going?”
“To where it began.”
The line went dead.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
This was it. The place where it began.
The exact spot where Chase’s parents had died on the freeway. There were two small white crosses in the grass alongside the road, with fresh wreaths strung around them.
Brian’s Audi was parked ahead, and the two figures in the back bobbed up and down, shifting from one side of the car to the other.
The man himself stood beside the silver coffin, smoking a cigar. He grinned at her, eyes wide as they could go, and she parked her car behind his and gripped the wheel.
Her lawyer had brought her year after she’d posted bail, to see if she could remember anything about the crash. The most they’d gotten out of the experience was the vague remembrance of metal crunching on metal.
Emily got out of her car and slammed the door behind her, but didn’t walk towards her ex-husband.
“I’m glad you came, girly.” Brian tapped the ash of his cigar onto the top of the Audi.
“Give me my children,” she answered, shaking in the brisk evening air. The sun was a sliver on the horizon, they were moments from the purple haze of twilight.
“Emily, Emily, Emily, don’t you know the magic word?”
“Please,” she replied, because she didn’t have time for ego with Jared and Becci at stake. She’d do anything to get them back safely. “Let them out of the car and you can go free. No one will find out about you taking them. You can drive and disappear and be free for the rest of your life.”
She’d do that much for them. She’d forgo her revenge and gratification, so they could live; that was how it was meant to be.
“It’s interesting you say that,” said Brian, scratching his stubbly chin, “because I will never be free again. You destroyed that when you went to authorities and told them about my deal with Chase.” He puffed on the horrid brown Cuban again. “I have to admit, I was impressed by that in spite of my anger. Quite a cunning move from you, bitch.”
Telling him she hadn’t done it was pointless.
“Brian, give me the kids, this has gone on long enough. They’re absolutely terrified.”
Becci pressed her nose up against the glass of the back window, crying hard. “Mommy!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Brian snapped and smashed the front window with his fist. Blood dripped from his knuckles, and the screams inside the car redoubled.
“Calm down, Brian, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
“Of course not,” he said, laughing so hard his body shook. “I’d never do anything I’d regret.” He reached through
That didn’t sound good.
“Eternity?”
“There’s nothing more final than death.”
Becci screamed in terror and Jared joined her. “Help us, mommy, help us, please.”
“Listen to me, you bastard, you let those kids go right now.”
“Or what?” Brian replied, laughing again, then pausing to yell at the children in the back. There was a crackle of bad reception and Emily’s heart stood still. She couldn’t afford to lose this line now.
Brian had gone mad. All that narcissism had spilled over into insanity. He wanted to harm her babies. Fuck that.
“Or I’ll track you down and make you let them go.”
“You think I’m scared of you, little girl? Ha! Ha! HA!” He shouted the mirth at her, and the children pleaded for her again.
“I think you should be, dipshit, ‘cos once I find you, I’ll make you regret ever meeting me.”
“Oh really? That fits my plans just fine. Let’s have us a little family reunion, my darling.”
The collapse of public opinion had changed him. He’d lost everything and now he wanted to destroy her too.
“Where are you?” Emily gripped her car keys, and placed one hand on the door handle. She needed a clue, a hint, an address, anything. “Where are you going?”
“To where it began.”
The line went dead.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
This was it. The place where it began.
The exact spot where Chase’s parents had died on the freeway. There were two small white crosses in the grass alongside the road, with fresh wreaths strung around them.
Brian’s Audi was parked ahead, and the two figures in the back bobbed up and down, shifting from one side of the car to the other.
The man himself stood beside the silver coffin, smoking a cigar. He grinned at her, eyes wide as they could go, and she parked her car behind his and gripped the wheel.
Her lawyer had brought her year after she’d posted bail, to see if she could remember anything about the crash. The most they’d gotten out of the experience was the vague remembrance of metal crunching on metal.
Emily got out of her car and slammed the door behind her, but didn’t walk towards her ex-husband.
“I’m glad you came, girly.” Brian tapped the ash of his cigar onto the top of the Audi.
“Give me my children,” she answered, shaking in the brisk evening air. The sun was a sliver on the horizon, they were moments from the purple haze of twilight.
“Emily, Emily, Emily, don’t you know the magic word?”
“Please,” she replied, because she didn’t have time for ego with Jared and Becci at stake. She’d do anything to get them back safely. “Let them out of the car and you can go free. No one will find out about you taking them. You can drive and disappear and be free for the rest of your life.”
She’d do that much for them. She’d forgo her revenge and gratification, so they could live; that was how it was meant to be.
“It’s interesting you say that,” said Brian, scratching his stubbly chin, “because I will never be free again. You destroyed that when you went to authorities and told them about my deal with Chase.” He puffed on the horrid brown Cuban again. “I have to admit, I was impressed by that in spite of my anger. Quite a cunning move from you, bitch.”
Telling him she hadn’t done it was pointless.
“Brian, give me the kids, this has gone on long enough. They’re absolutely terrified.”
Becci pressed her nose up against the glass of the back window, crying hard. “Mommy!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Brian snapped and smashed the front window with his fist. Blood dripped from his knuckles, and the screams inside the car redoubled.
“Calm down, Brian, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
“Of course not,” he said, laughing so hard his body shook. “I’d never do anything I’d regret.” He reached through
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