Billionaire Season 3: Summer Ablaze (Billionaire Season Trilogy) by Kimball Lee Page B
Authors: Kimball Lee
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baby.”
“Christ! Do we have to sit here doing nothing while my wife is out… who knows where? She and Hawk have possibly been abducted or they’ve been in an accident. For fuck’s sake why haven’t they been found?” William yelled and the police chief asked him to settle down until they got the story straight, the highway patrol had the license plate number of Beth Hawkins’ Fiat and no accidents had been reported.
“Go on now, Ginny, and finish what you were saying,” the chief said.
“Anyhow, Miss Allie was feelin’ so bad and layin’ on that cold marble floor in the bathroom and she said I should call up Miss Hawkins ‘cause she takes care of personal business and she would know which doctor to go to. Right quick Miss Hawkins came over and fixed up a cup of tea for Miss Allie then she was worse off than ever, her eyes wasn’t focused and she was weak as a kitten so Miss Hawkins told me to help get her into the car and I said maybe we ought to call Mr. William and let him know what was happenin’. But I knew Miss Allie wanted to tell him the news herself and Miss Hawkins was kinda short with me, she told me to go mind my own business. She said she had everything under control and said not to worry she was gonna take care of that girl for sure.”
“Chief, we have units at the Warfield townhouse and they just reported back. The place was locked up tight and looked fine from the outside but when they entered the residence it looked like the entire house had been burglarized. It’s trashed all to hell, paintings destroyed, and furniture smashed with a crow bar or sledgehammer. Curtains ripped to shreds, everything is in ruins.”
“Fuck!” William shouted and his fist hit the wall so hard it went right through the plaster. “Someone has them, some lunatic has my wife. Why haven’t we gotten a call for ransom? Walden, you and Tanya call the president of the bank, get his ass out of bed and have him ready to open the vault, I want the cash available NOW!”
“Hold on, hold on, let me take this call,” the police chief said, and he left the room talking fast into his cell phone.
“I have my medical bag in Walden’s truck, I can take care of your wife when she’s found, William. Why don’t you let me give you a sedative?” Eleanor Selig said.
“Give me a sedative? Knock me out so I can sleep through the night while my pregnant wife is out there somewhere with a fucking madman? Are you fucking crazy? I have to find her, she needs me….”
“Wills…. We don’t go down easy, you and me. We’ll get her back, I swear it….” Walden said.
The police chief stepped back in the kitchen then and he began rattling off orders to the other officers who were up and out the door in a flash. “No sirens, we have to go in there quietly, you got that? She hears us coming and there’s no telling what she might do to Mrs. Warfield.”
“Tell me you son-of-a-bitch,” William lunged toward the chief but Walden grabbed him and held him back while the chief started talking.
“Okay, it’s Beth Hawkins who has your wife, she had a run in with a motorist on Highway 308 near the Bayou Lafourche. He helped her changed a flat tire and asked about the woman in the car, said she was moaning and looked sick. Miss Hawkins beat him with a tire iron and left him for dead. We have information on a place she bought recently, a fishing shack on the bayou and a councilman fessed-up to having a road paved that leads to it at her insistence. Now, there’s more you’ll wanna know but I need to get out there fast and I’ll let you come along, Mr. Warfield, but you have to calm down and let us handle this. Can you do that?”
“He’ll be fine, let’s go, I know exactly where that shack is and so does William. There are shortcuts to get there and I can assure you, William has never forgotten them. We’ll take my truck and cut through the swamp, we’ll make it to the shack before your men, chief. It’s been
“Christ! Do we have to sit here doing nothing while my wife is out… who knows where? She and Hawk have possibly been abducted or they’ve been in an accident. For fuck’s sake why haven’t they been found?” William yelled and the police chief asked him to settle down until they got the story straight, the highway patrol had the license plate number of Beth Hawkins’ Fiat and no accidents had been reported.
“Go on now, Ginny, and finish what you were saying,” the chief said.
“Anyhow, Miss Allie was feelin’ so bad and layin’ on that cold marble floor in the bathroom and she said I should call up Miss Hawkins ‘cause she takes care of personal business and she would know which doctor to go to. Right quick Miss Hawkins came over and fixed up a cup of tea for Miss Allie then she was worse off than ever, her eyes wasn’t focused and she was weak as a kitten so Miss Hawkins told me to help get her into the car and I said maybe we ought to call Mr. William and let him know what was happenin’. But I knew Miss Allie wanted to tell him the news herself and Miss Hawkins was kinda short with me, she told me to go mind my own business. She said she had everything under control and said not to worry she was gonna take care of that girl for sure.”
“Chief, we have units at the Warfield townhouse and they just reported back. The place was locked up tight and looked fine from the outside but when they entered the residence it looked like the entire house had been burglarized. It’s trashed all to hell, paintings destroyed, and furniture smashed with a crow bar or sledgehammer. Curtains ripped to shreds, everything is in ruins.”
“Fuck!” William shouted and his fist hit the wall so hard it went right through the plaster. “Someone has them, some lunatic has my wife. Why haven’t we gotten a call for ransom? Walden, you and Tanya call the president of the bank, get his ass out of bed and have him ready to open the vault, I want the cash available NOW!”
“Hold on, hold on, let me take this call,” the police chief said, and he left the room talking fast into his cell phone.
“I have my medical bag in Walden’s truck, I can take care of your wife when she’s found, William. Why don’t you let me give you a sedative?” Eleanor Selig said.
“Give me a sedative? Knock me out so I can sleep through the night while my pregnant wife is out there somewhere with a fucking madman? Are you fucking crazy? I have to find her, she needs me….”
“Wills…. We don’t go down easy, you and me. We’ll get her back, I swear it….” Walden said.
The police chief stepped back in the kitchen then and he began rattling off orders to the other officers who were up and out the door in a flash. “No sirens, we have to go in there quietly, you got that? She hears us coming and there’s no telling what she might do to Mrs. Warfield.”
“Tell me you son-of-a-bitch,” William lunged toward the chief but Walden grabbed him and held him back while the chief started talking.
“Okay, it’s Beth Hawkins who has your wife, she had a run in with a motorist on Highway 308 near the Bayou Lafourche. He helped her changed a flat tire and asked about the woman in the car, said she was moaning and looked sick. Miss Hawkins beat him with a tire iron and left him for dead. We have information on a place she bought recently, a fishing shack on the bayou and a councilman fessed-up to having a road paved that leads to it at her insistence. Now, there’s more you’ll wanna know but I need to get out there fast and I’ll let you come along, Mr. Warfield, but you have to calm down and let us handle this. Can you do that?”
“He’ll be fine, let’s go, I know exactly where that shack is and so does William. There are shortcuts to get there and I can assure you, William has never forgotten them. We’ll take my truck and cut through the swamp, we’ll make it to the shack before your men, chief. It’s been
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