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sparsely furnished living room. No sign of Rachel Whitticker. She then bounded up a flight of creaking wooden stairs to the upper floor. One by one, she kicked open the three doors leading off the hall. Both bedrooms and the bathroom were empty. Rachel had never set foot inside.
Ingrid trundled back downstairs and hurried along the dark hallway. Beyond the door at the other end was a small kitchen. Adam Oxley was sitting on a hard wooden chair next to a table covered in an incongruously cheerful red and white check tablecloth. Angelis was leaning over him, one hand resting on the table. He glanced up at Ingrid, who shook her head.
“Now,” Angelis said, “I wouldn’t want to keep you for any longer than necessary. Certainly I don’t want to waste more of my own time on this… matter. So I have one simple question for you.”
Adam Oxley, his eyes wide, stared intensely up at Angelis. He gulped noisily.
“Tell me where your online friend, Sophie, has taken herself off to.”
Oxley dropped his gaze to the table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anyone called Sophie.”
“I do hope you’re not planning to continue in this vein. I’ll tire of it very rapidly. You really don’t want to piss me off.” He grabbed the boy’s hair and yanked back his head. “Shall we try that again?”
Ingrid was just a few feet away. She leaned forward. Angelis must have sensed her movement, because he quickly let go of the boy’s head. She was happy to let him continue with the interrogation, but she’d step in as soon as he crossed the line. Right now she hadn’t decided exactly where that line was.
“Where is your little friend, Sophie?” Angelis asked again.
“Who are you?” Oxley tried to get to his feet. Angelis quickly clamped a hand on each of the boy’s narrow shoulders and forced him back down.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.”
“You have no right to trespass like this. It’s a private property. You broke in.” Oxley swiveled in his seat and turned toward Ingrid. “You’ve no right to be here. I’m going to call the police.”
“Feisty little bastard, aren’t you?” Angelis swiped a hand close to the boy’s head.
Oxley jumped violently in his seat.
“Right, this may be the very last time I ask you nicely. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!”
Without another word, Angelis marched across the room and opened a wooden cabinet beneath the sink. He crouched low and peered inside. Then quickly stood up and spun around. “You do know we have the power to arrest you? Keep you in custody indefinitely, using America’s Patriot Act. The US really doesn’t like anyone messing with their citizens.” Angelis turned back to the cabinet, pulled out a large orange bucket and shoved it in the sink. “Or I could cut to the chase and bring alleged US interrogation techniques right here into your late departed grandmother’s kitchen.” He turned on the faucet, water spluttered and gushed into the bucket.
“What are you doing?” the boy asked and attempted to stand again.
“Sit down!” Angelis barked.
Oxley slumped back into his seat.
As Ingrid watched the bucket fill, she wondered just how far Nick Angelis would be prepared to go to get the information he wanted. After all, she didn’t even know the man. He had to be bluffing. Didn’t he?
Angelis glanced over his shoulder at Oxley. “You’re a mathematician, you must know all about odds and probabilities. Right now, I’m increasing the likelihood of you giving me what I need.” He shot a warning glance in Ingrid’s direction, clearly letting her know she shouldn’t interfere. “Perhaps I should give you a brief resumé, Adam. Let you know what my credentials are in this… area of expertise.” He turned off the faucet and heaved the overflowing bucket out of the sink. In two strides he reached the table and slammed down the bucket, water slopping over the edge, soaking the red
Ingrid trundled back downstairs and hurried along the dark hallway. Beyond the door at the other end was a small kitchen. Adam Oxley was sitting on a hard wooden chair next to a table covered in an incongruously cheerful red and white check tablecloth. Angelis was leaning over him, one hand resting on the table. He glanced up at Ingrid, who shook her head.
“Now,” Angelis said, “I wouldn’t want to keep you for any longer than necessary. Certainly I don’t want to waste more of my own time on this… matter. So I have one simple question for you.”
Adam Oxley, his eyes wide, stared intensely up at Angelis. He gulped noisily.
“Tell me where your online friend, Sophie, has taken herself off to.”
Oxley dropped his gaze to the table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anyone called Sophie.”
“I do hope you’re not planning to continue in this vein. I’ll tire of it very rapidly. You really don’t want to piss me off.” He grabbed the boy’s hair and yanked back his head. “Shall we try that again?”
Ingrid was just a few feet away. She leaned forward. Angelis must have sensed her movement, because he quickly let go of the boy’s head. She was happy to let him continue with the interrogation, but she’d step in as soon as he crossed the line. Right now she hadn’t decided exactly where that line was.
“Where is your little friend, Sophie?” Angelis asked again.
“Who are you?” Oxley tried to get to his feet. Angelis quickly clamped a hand on each of the boy’s narrow shoulders and forced him back down.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.”
“You have no right to trespass like this. It’s a private property. You broke in.” Oxley swiveled in his seat and turned toward Ingrid. “You’ve no right to be here. I’m going to call the police.”
“Feisty little bastard, aren’t you?” Angelis swiped a hand close to the boy’s head.
Oxley jumped violently in his seat.
“Right, this may be the very last time I ask you nicely. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!”
Without another word, Angelis marched across the room and opened a wooden cabinet beneath the sink. He crouched low and peered inside. Then quickly stood up and spun around. “You do know we have the power to arrest you? Keep you in custody indefinitely, using America’s Patriot Act. The US really doesn’t like anyone messing with their citizens.” Angelis turned back to the cabinet, pulled out a large orange bucket and shoved it in the sink. “Or I could cut to the chase and bring alleged US interrogation techniques right here into your late departed grandmother’s kitchen.” He turned on the faucet, water spluttered and gushed into the bucket.
“What are you doing?” the boy asked and attempted to stand again.
“Sit down!” Angelis barked.
Oxley slumped back into his seat.
As Ingrid watched the bucket fill, she wondered just how far Nick Angelis would be prepared to go to get the information he wanted. After all, she didn’t even know the man. He had to be bluffing. Didn’t he?
Angelis glanced over his shoulder at Oxley. “You’re a mathematician, you must know all about odds and probabilities. Right now, I’m increasing the likelihood of you giving me what I need.” He shot a warning glance in Ingrid’s direction, clearly letting her know she shouldn’t interfere. “Perhaps I should give you a brief resumé, Adam. Let you know what my credentials are in this… area of expertise.” He turned off the faucet and heaved the overflowing bucket out of the sink. In two strides he reached the table and slammed down the bucket, water slopping over the edge, soaking the red
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