don’t.”
“How are you feeling now?”
“Not great.” She tried to think. She remembered cooking dinner and then someone was at the door. Peter… He must have followed her here or found her aunt’s address from somewhere.
“Keep still.” His hand was cool on her forehead. “You’re burning up. Let me give you something to help.”
“No, I…” She tried to get up. Her aunt’s address was on the card file on her desk. He could have gotten it from there. But she didn’t remember saying she was going to her aunt’s.
“Don’t be difficult, Sam.” He pushed her down.
“How did you find me?” She broke off as he gave her a shot of something. “What was that?”
“Just something to help clear your mind.”
“My mind is perfectly clear.”
“You’re not thinking straight. You said you were going to the police over the missing files, but I can’t have you spoil things now, not when we are so close. One last bank transfer and we can have everything we ever dreamed of. It’ll all be done and dusted and we’ll be home free. However, I do need to leave you for a while.”
“Where are you going?”
He pulled her hands above her head and tied them to the headboard. “Just lie still for me until I come back. This is for your own protection. You’ve been walking in your sleep and I can’t have you vanishing here. The meds will make you sleep again, and when you wake, everything will be fine and you’ll be better.” He kissed her cheek.
“What day is it?”
“Monday afternoon.”
“I need to call Adam. We had a meeting today.”
“I already emailed the office. And we don’t need him now. It’s just you and me.” He ran a hand down her face, his finger running over her lips.
Sam bit him.
Peter laughed. “You’ll come around. Once you wake you’ll understand. Now be good.”
Sam tried to get free as he left, but the bonds were too tight and her eyes were too heavy. The light began to fade as the darkness crept around her again. “Adam…” she whispered. “Find me…”
Then she heard a small voice whisper. Cast all your cares upon Him, for He careth for you. The minister had preached on that at their wedding. Was God still there and in control? She prayed He was and that he’d lead Adam to her. She needed them both.
10
Tuesday. Nine in the morning. Adam looked at his watch, again. There was still no sign of Sam or any word from her or reply to his numerous texts and calls. Of course there was a chance she was somewhere with no mobile phone coverage, but she’d have to be up in the highlands of Scotland or in a faraday cage for that to happen in the UK these days.
He no longer had a choice. DI Chandler knew Sam was missing, but was refusing to let Adam have anything more to do with the case. Jumping in his car, Adam drove to the police station in the center of Headley Cross. He went up to the desk. “Can I speak with DS Painter, please?”
Within a couple of minutes, David appeared. “Hi, Adam, what’s up?”
“I need to report a missing person—the friend I mentioned on the phone yesterday. I know you’re narc, but this is complicated and I know I can trust you.”
“Come on through and I’ll take some details.”
Adam followed him into an interview room and sat down.
David sat by the desk and pulled out some paper. “OK. What’s her name?”
“Samantha West.”
“From church? We picked her up for obstruction last week.”
“Yeah. Otherwise known as Sam Reece, CEO of Wyatt Finance Inc.” Adam took a deep breath. “She’s my wife.”
David’s face dropped a mile. “I’m sorry? Did you say Sam is your wife?”
Adam worried his bottom lip. “Yeah. We split up after our daughter died ten years ago. Actually, if I’m being honest here, I walked out on Sam, but we’re not divorced. But that’s beside the point. The more I looked into the case, the worse it got, and the more involved Sam appeared to be. Yesterday, I went to her office to find it
“How are you feeling now?”
“Not great.” She tried to think. She remembered cooking dinner and then someone was at the door. Peter… He must have followed her here or found her aunt’s address from somewhere.
“Keep still.” His hand was cool on her forehead. “You’re burning up. Let me give you something to help.”
“No, I…” She tried to get up. Her aunt’s address was on the card file on her desk. He could have gotten it from there. But she didn’t remember saying she was going to her aunt’s.
“Don’t be difficult, Sam.” He pushed her down.
“How did you find me?” She broke off as he gave her a shot of something. “What was that?”
“Just something to help clear your mind.”
“My mind is perfectly clear.”
“You’re not thinking straight. You said you were going to the police over the missing files, but I can’t have you spoil things now, not when we are so close. One last bank transfer and we can have everything we ever dreamed of. It’ll all be done and dusted and we’ll be home free. However, I do need to leave you for a while.”
“Where are you going?”
He pulled her hands above her head and tied them to the headboard. “Just lie still for me until I come back. This is for your own protection. You’ve been walking in your sleep and I can’t have you vanishing here. The meds will make you sleep again, and when you wake, everything will be fine and you’ll be better.” He kissed her cheek.
“What day is it?”
“Monday afternoon.”
“I need to call Adam. We had a meeting today.”
“I already emailed the office. And we don’t need him now. It’s just you and me.” He ran a hand down her face, his finger running over her lips.
Sam bit him.
Peter laughed. “You’ll come around. Once you wake you’ll understand. Now be good.”
Sam tried to get free as he left, but the bonds were too tight and her eyes were too heavy. The light began to fade as the darkness crept around her again. “Adam…” she whispered. “Find me…”
Then she heard a small voice whisper. Cast all your cares upon Him, for He careth for you. The minister had preached on that at their wedding. Was God still there and in control? She prayed He was and that he’d lead Adam to her. She needed them both.
10
Tuesday. Nine in the morning. Adam looked at his watch, again. There was still no sign of Sam or any word from her or reply to his numerous texts and calls. Of course there was a chance she was somewhere with no mobile phone coverage, but she’d have to be up in the highlands of Scotland or in a faraday cage for that to happen in the UK these days.
He no longer had a choice. DI Chandler knew Sam was missing, but was refusing to let Adam have anything more to do with the case. Jumping in his car, Adam drove to the police station in the center of Headley Cross. He went up to the desk. “Can I speak with DS Painter, please?”
Within a couple of minutes, David appeared. “Hi, Adam, what’s up?”
“I need to report a missing person—the friend I mentioned on the phone yesterday. I know you’re narc, but this is complicated and I know I can trust you.”
“Come on through and I’ll take some details.”
Adam followed him into an interview room and sat down.
David sat by the desk and pulled out some paper. “OK. What’s her name?”
“Samantha West.”
“From church? We picked her up for obstruction last week.”
“Yeah. Otherwise known as Sam Reece, CEO of Wyatt Finance Inc.” Adam took a deep breath. “She’s my wife.”
David’s face dropped a mile. “I’m sorry? Did you say Sam is your wife?”
Adam worried his bottom lip. “Yeah. We split up after our daughter died ten years ago. Actually, if I’m being honest here, I walked out on Sam, but we’re not divorced. But that’s beside the point. The more I looked into the case, the worse it got, and the more involved Sam appeared to be. Yesterday, I went to her office to find it
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