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rang again, he didn’t jump. He just put up a hand to tell me to keep quiet and answered. “Let’s talk.”
And I let myself hope.
The little standoff didn’t end right then. But Dylan talked to Mott for a long time before hanging up. And then he started talking to me again. The wait for her next phone call wasn’t as long. And by the time it was done, Dylan had emptied the clip of the gun and set it as far away from himself as possible.
I didn’t know that a standoff could end peacefully. The police knocked on the door and Dylan answered, his hands raised in a sign of surrender. They took him into custody and an older woman with shocking red hair approached me.
“I’m Cynthia Mott. You’re safe now.” And she must have possessed some kind of magic because I believed her.
They had to take me downstairs in a stretcher. The EMT’s preliminary assessment identified two cracked ribs and a concussion along with a few dozen bruises. He told me that I wouldn’t be running any marathons soon, but that I’d survive. Somewhere between the end of the elevator ride and getting to the ambulance everything got very fuzzy. I couldn’t focus on anything and felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
Everything moved very fast after that. I got the vague impression of flashing lights, of people moving frantically around me. But I couldn’t process anything. I came to in a brightly lit hospital room sometime later. Andrea was biting her nails and pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed.
“Hey.” I wanted to say something funny, but it hurt too much to think right then.
She rushed over and grabbed my hand, sitting down hard in the uncomfortable looking chair next to the bed. “Holy shit, how do you feel? Are you okay?” She reached over and tried to pour water out of an ugly pink plastic pitcher. But doing it backwards and one handed meant she made a bit of a mess.
But my throat was parched and I accepted the water gratefully. “How long have I been out?”
She let go of my hand and curled her arms around her midsection, leaning back in the chair. “Just since last night. I heard the doctor say that they gave you something to help you sleep. I called your parents. They’re flying in this afternoon.”
“It was Dylan.” She looked confused, I guess the news hadn’t gotten out yet. “He sent the video, and he killed Nicholas Bitterman.”
Realization dawned. “The cops wouldn’t say anything to me after they realized we weren’t related. I’m sorry I didn’t find it out sooner.”
“What? No.” I spoke too loud and my throat hurt again. My next words came out barely more than a whisper, “That is so not your fault. Why would you ever think it was him?”
An orderly came bustling in rolling a cart full of flowers and stuffed animals. My eyes widened, but she picked up a simple bouquet of roses and placed them on the table by the window. She grinned and said, “Looks like someone has an admirer.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that and she rolled out of the room before Andrea said anything. “Is there a card?” I asked. I was pretty sure I knew who they were from.
I’m sorry that I can’t be there with you now. I wish you the quickest recovery.
Yours,
Evan
After that, I didn’t stay in the hospital for long. My parents checked me out two days later and whisked me off to their hotel where they insisted I stay with them for the week. Mom begged me to go back home with them. She couldn’t imagine anyone being kidnapped in our hometown. Dad clearly wasn’t happy with what happened, but he didn’t try to change my mind about staying.
After a week I had to go back to work. I was already busting through my sick days and I couldn’t hide forever. I hadn’t heard from Evan at all since he sent the flowers.
A few of the members of my team took me out to lunch, half out of sympathy and half out of a desire for all the grisly details. I gave as much as I could, but the police had talked
And I let myself hope.
The little standoff didn’t end right then. But Dylan talked to Mott for a long time before hanging up. And then he started talking to me again. The wait for her next phone call wasn’t as long. And by the time it was done, Dylan had emptied the clip of the gun and set it as far away from himself as possible.
I didn’t know that a standoff could end peacefully. The police knocked on the door and Dylan answered, his hands raised in a sign of surrender. They took him into custody and an older woman with shocking red hair approached me.
“I’m Cynthia Mott. You’re safe now.” And she must have possessed some kind of magic because I believed her.
They had to take me downstairs in a stretcher. The EMT’s preliminary assessment identified two cracked ribs and a concussion along with a few dozen bruises. He told me that I wouldn’t be running any marathons soon, but that I’d survive. Somewhere between the end of the elevator ride and getting to the ambulance everything got very fuzzy. I couldn’t focus on anything and felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
Everything moved very fast after that. I got the vague impression of flashing lights, of people moving frantically around me. But I couldn’t process anything. I came to in a brightly lit hospital room sometime later. Andrea was biting her nails and pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed.
“Hey.” I wanted to say something funny, but it hurt too much to think right then.
She rushed over and grabbed my hand, sitting down hard in the uncomfortable looking chair next to the bed. “Holy shit, how do you feel? Are you okay?” She reached over and tried to pour water out of an ugly pink plastic pitcher. But doing it backwards and one handed meant she made a bit of a mess.
But my throat was parched and I accepted the water gratefully. “How long have I been out?”
She let go of my hand and curled her arms around her midsection, leaning back in the chair. “Just since last night. I heard the doctor say that they gave you something to help you sleep. I called your parents. They’re flying in this afternoon.”
“It was Dylan.” She looked confused, I guess the news hadn’t gotten out yet. “He sent the video, and he killed Nicholas Bitterman.”
Realization dawned. “The cops wouldn’t say anything to me after they realized we weren’t related. I’m sorry I didn’t find it out sooner.”
“What? No.” I spoke too loud and my throat hurt again. My next words came out barely more than a whisper, “That is so not your fault. Why would you ever think it was him?”
An orderly came bustling in rolling a cart full of flowers and stuffed animals. My eyes widened, but she picked up a simple bouquet of roses and placed them on the table by the window. She grinned and said, “Looks like someone has an admirer.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that and she rolled out of the room before Andrea said anything. “Is there a card?” I asked. I was pretty sure I knew who they were from.
I’m sorry that I can’t be there with you now. I wish you the quickest recovery.
Yours,
Evan
After that, I didn’t stay in the hospital for long. My parents checked me out two days later and whisked me off to their hotel where they insisted I stay with them for the week. Mom begged me to go back home with them. She couldn’t imagine anyone being kidnapped in our hometown. Dad clearly wasn’t happy with what happened, but he didn’t try to change my mind about staying.
After a week I had to go back to work. I was already busting through my sick days and I couldn’t hide forever. I hadn’t heard from Evan at all since he sent the flowers.
A few of the members of my team took me out to lunch, half out of sympathy and half out of a desire for all the grisly details. I gave as much as I could, but the police had talked
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