Seven, eight ... Gonna stay up late (Rebekka Franck #4) by Willow Rose Page B
Authors: Willow Rose
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on his pad.
"Yes, yes, good. Continue, please."
I felt Sune's hand in mine under the table. He
knew how bad I felt for not being able to save Camilla, and for telling the
kidnapper exactly where she was.
"Then last night he called again," I
said.
The officer looked up and our eyes locked for a
second. His were very serious. "What did he want?"
"He said he couldn't stop thinking about
me, that I could come and see the girls if I wanted to. Something like that."
"So he told you that he has the
girls?"
"Yes. And I believe that they're still
alive. He spoke about them as if they were."
Officer Brandenburg nodded and wrote on his pad.
"Okay, that's good, yes," he mumbled. "Anything else?"
"He knew my name," I said.
The officer lifted his head and stared at me
again. It scared me slightly.
"Do you think she should worry?" Sune
asked.
The officer stared at him. He didn't answer.
"We don't know much about this guy yet," he said. "But I would
advise the both of you to be careful. We can provide police-protection if
that's what you want?"
I shook my head.
"My guess is he's just teasing you, you
know playing with you," the officer continued.
"Why?" Sune asked. "Why would he
want to tease Rebekka?"
The officer sighed. "Well maybe he gets a
kick out of it. If he knows your name, then he most likely also knows that
you're a journalist. Maybe he wants to be famous, to have his name in the
paper. It's all a lot of guessing at this point in the investigation. Right now
we're focusing on finding these two girls alive and then taking care of the
press, naturally. The story of the abducted princess will go around the world
in a matter of hours."
"Do you think that's what he wants?" I
asked. "Could that be why he chose Princess Amalie?"
"That is very likely the motive,"
Officer Brandenburg said. "That or money."
Chapter 27
Camilla was
screaming. As soon as the man revealed what was in the
jar, she began screaming and she couldn't stop. She pleaded, she begged.
"Please don't, please don't hurt us,"
she screamed. But nothing seemed to help. It was as if the man enjoyed
listening to them scream and cry for help. It was like he enjoyed it, fed from
their fear.
In the jar in his hand the Tarantula was
crawling up the sides. Camilla looked at it and began hyperventilating as the
man walked closer to their boxes. He stood between them, then pointed at
Amalie.
"No, please, no," she pleaded.
The man smiled viciously, then turned and
pointed at Camilla. She shook her head fast.
"No. No," she said. Then she cried.
The man laughed. "Now, who will it
be?" he asked. He turned and pointed at Amalie. Then he started counting:
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe ... Catch a tiger by the toe. If she hollers, let her go ... Eeny, meeny, miny, moe."
Saying his last word his finger landed on
Camilla's box. She whimpered and whined. Her jaw was shivering in fear. " Pleeease ," she pleaded.
The man looked at Camilla. "You won!"
He said. "Lucky you!" His eyes were shining as he looked at her
inside of the box, smiling like a child on Christmas day. Camilla was
hyperventilating. She focused on keeping calm as the man moved closer to her
box. She saw him approach the tube that she now realized was closed with a lid
that was screwed on and could only be opened from the outside. The lid had
several air-holes in it. The man took a screwdriver and began opening it
slowly, one screw at a time. Camilla was whimpering while staring at the
Tarantula in the jar. It was moving up the sides now. She shivered in fear.
Camilla had always been terrified of spiders and this one was bigger than any
she had ever seen.
Once the lid was off he picked up the jar, then
took off the lid and helped the spider into the tube. Then he closed the lid.
Camilla stared at the Tarantula in the tube,
while sobbing and trembling. She watched it come closer, slowly approaching the
end of the tube. With its long hairy legs it crawled along the sides and into
the box. It was above Camilla's
"Yes, yes, good. Continue, please."
I felt Sune's hand in mine under the table. He
knew how bad I felt for not being able to save Camilla, and for telling the
kidnapper exactly where she was.
"Then last night he called again," I
said.
The officer looked up and our eyes locked for a
second. His were very serious. "What did he want?"
"He said he couldn't stop thinking about
me, that I could come and see the girls if I wanted to. Something like that."
"So he told you that he has the
girls?"
"Yes. And I believe that they're still
alive. He spoke about them as if they were."
Officer Brandenburg nodded and wrote on his pad.
"Okay, that's good, yes," he mumbled. "Anything else?"
"He knew my name," I said.
The officer lifted his head and stared at me
again. It scared me slightly.
"Do you think she should worry?" Sune
asked.
The officer stared at him. He didn't answer.
"We don't know much about this guy yet," he said. "But I would
advise the both of you to be careful. We can provide police-protection if
that's what you want?"
I shook my head.
"My guess is he's just teasing you, you
know playing with you," the officer continued.
"Why?" Sune asked. "Why would he
want to tease Rebekka?"
The officer sighed. "Well maybe he gets a
kick out of it. If he knows your name, then he most likely also knows that
you're a journalist. Maybe he wants to be famous, to have his name in the
paper. It's all a lot of guessing at this point in the investigation. Right now
we're focusing on finding these two girls alive and then taking care of the
press, naturally. The story of the abducted princess will go around the world
in a matter of hours."
"Do you think that's what he wants?" I
asked. "Could that be why he chose Princess Amalie?"
"That is very likely the motive,"
Officer Brandenburg said. "That or money."
Chapter 27
Camilla was
screaming. As soon as the man revealed what was in the
jar, she began screaming and she couldn't stop. She pleaded, she begged.
"Please don't, please don't hurt us,"
she screamed. But nothing seemed to help. It was as if the man enjoyed
listening to them scream and cry for help. It was like he enjoyed it, fed from
their fear.
In the jar in his hand the Tarantula was
crawling up the sides. Camilla looked at it and began hyperventilating as the
man walked closer to their boxes. He stood between them, then pointed at
Amalie.
"No, please, no," she pleaded.
The man smiled viciously, then turned and
pointed at Camilla. She shook her head fast.
"No. No," she said. Then she cried.
The man laughed. "Now, who will it
be?" he asked. He turned and pointed at Amalie. Then he started counting:
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe ... Catch a tiger by the toe. If she hollers, let her go ... Eeny, meeny, miny, moe."
Saying his last word his finger landed on
Camilla's box. She whimpered and whined. Her jaw was shivering in fear. " Pleeease ," she pleaded.
The man looked at Camilla. "You won!"
He said. "Lucky you!" His eyes were shining as he looked at her
inside of the box, smiling like a child on Christmas day. Camilla was
hyperventilating. She focused on keeping calm as the man moved closer to her
box. She saw him approach the tube that she now realized was closed with a lid
that was screwed on and could only be opened from the outside. The lid had
several air-holes in it. The man took a screwdriver and began opening it
slowly, one screw at a time. Camilla was whimpering while staring at the
Tarantula in the jar. It was moving up the sides now. She shivered in fear.
Camilla had always been terrified of spiders and this one was bigger than any
she had ever seen.
Once the lid was off he picked up the jar, then
took off the lid and helped the spider into the tube. Then he closed the lid.
Camilla stared at the Tarantula in the tube,
while sobbing and trembling. She watched it come closer, slowly approaching the
end of the tube. With its long hairy legs it crawled along the sides and into
the box. It was above Camilla's
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