price.”
“Hey, asshole. I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been through a tough two weeks. Whether you really are a cop or not, I don’t give a shit about you. What I do care about is my phone. So fuck off.”
Sarah hadn’t met a man in a long time who looked as good as Drake and talked so seductively. He had potential. Maybe there’d be a day when they could spend some quality time together.
But I’d have to trust him. What he did in the CN Tower was fucked.
The car jerked to the right. As fast as they got on the highway, they were exiting. The driver acted like a madman. He plugged his police light in again, the red orb flashing on his dash. At the bottom of the ramp, he turned a hard right and then a left into a gas station parking lot.
It was all they could do to stay seated in the upright position.
The driver stopped the vehicle, got out and ran around the car to Drake’s side.
“Get ready. Here’s our chance,” Sarah said.
Drake turned in his seat and brought his feet up at the door. Sarah braced herself and got ready too.
The door lock clicked and the door opened. Drake thrust with his feet but met empty air.The driver’s head peeked in. He had something in his hand.
She closed her eyes almost instantly at the hissing sound.
Drake shouted. In the confined space of the backseat, his voice sounded deafening.
She couldn’t breathe without taking a little in.
Pepper spray.
She had to keep her eyes closed, but knowing what was happening made her open them a slit.
Drake hacked and coughed. His face was red and his eyes were running.
She tried to open her door, but it was locked from the outside. Drake’s door slammed shut. The driver got back in and drove away from the gas station, his police light turned off now. In moments, they were on the elevated highway again.
She could open her eyes a little more, but she breathed through the collar of her shirt. Drake rubbed his eyes and moaned. His phone was nowhere in sight.
Breathing became more difficult. It looked like Drake was losing his battle.
She banged on the Plexiglass.
“He’s dying back here. We need air or I’m going to die too.”
Or, is that what you want? Fuck, how do I always get myself mixed up with the worst assholes on the planet?
Both windows slid down an inch. In unison, Drake and Sarah put their noses as close to the fresh air as they could. Her nose cleared almost instantly, but she could hear Drake’s breathing still labored. She could only imagine the pain he was going through.
She knew the price of bravado, but sometime there was nothing left in life but standing up for yourself and what you believe in, at all costs.
“Defy me again,” the driver said. “And the price goes up each and every time.”
Fear creeped over her like a cloak.
Who is this guy? Where is he taking us? Oh, Vivian, I’m sorry, I know you warned me, but I need your help here …
Chapter 19
Elmore drove the most direct route north of Toronto to Highway 27 and up to Nobleton. He turned up his driveway and meandered along the winding lane. No one bothered him in his fortified house secluded behind a thick forest.
How much luck could one man have ?
Just that morning, he’d decided to remove Jackie from her cage because he knew Sarah Roberts was probably coming back to North America soon. That afternoon she was seen in Toronto, and now she was captive in the backseat of his car. He couldn’t believe it. He’d finally got her. A five-year obsession concluded.
He parked near the front door of his house. No one knew anything about him or where they were. If anyone caught a glimpse of his license plate number, it would never lead the police to him. The plate had been registered to an abandoned wreck parked for a month two blocks from his studio downtown Toronto. Two days ago, the wreck was still there.
He smiled.
“Hey, asshole. I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been through a tough two weeks. Whether you really are a cop or not, I don’t give a shit about you. What I do care about is my phone. So fuck off.”
Sarah hadn’t met a man in a long time who looked as good as Drake and talked so seductively. He had potential. Maybe there’d be a day when they could spend some quality time together.
But I’d have to trust him. What he did in the CN Tower was fucked.
The car jerked to the right. As fast as they got on the highway, they were exiting. The driver acted like a madman. He plugged his police light in again, the red orb flashing on his dash. At the bottom of the ramp, he turned a hard right and then a left into a gas station parking lot.
It was all they could do to stay seated in the upright position.
The driver stopped the vehicle, got out and ran around the car to Drake’s side.
“Get ready. Here’s our chance,” Sarah said.
Drake turned in his seat and brought his feet up at the door. Sarah braced herself and got ready too.
The door lock clicked and the door opened. Drake thrust with his feet but met empty air.The driver’s head peeked in. He had something in his hand.
She closed her eyes almost instantly at the hissing sound.
Drake shouted. In the confined space of the backseat, his voice sounded deafening.
She couldn’t breathe without taking a little in.
Pepper spray.
She had to keep her eyes closed, but knowing what was happening made her open them a slit.
Drake hacked and coughed. His face was red and his eyes were running.
She tried to open her door, but it was locked from the outside. Drake’s door slammed shut. The driver got back in and drove away from the gas station, his police light turned off now. In moments, they were on the elevated highway again.
She could open her eyes a little more, but she breathed through the collar of her shirt. Drake rubbed his eyes and moaned. His phone was nowhere in sight.
Breathing became more difficult. It looked like Drake was losing his battle.
She banged on the Plexiglass.
“He’s dying back here. We need air or I’m going to die too.”
Or, is that what you want? Fuck, how do I always get myself mixed up with the worst assholes on the planet?
Both windows slid down an inch. In unison, Drake and Sarah put their noses as close to the fresh air as they could. Her nose cleared almost instantly, but she could hear Drake’s breathing still labored. She could only imagine the pain he was going through.
She knew the price of bravado, but sometime there was nothing left in life but standing up for yourself and what you believe in, at all costs.
“Defy me again,” the driver said. “And the price goes up each and every time.”
Fear creeped over her like a cloak.
Who is this guy? Where is he taking us? Oh, Vivian, I’m sorry, I know you warned me, but I need your help here …
Chapter 19
Elmore drove the most direct route north of Toronto to Highway 27 and up to Nobleton. He turned up his driveway and meandered along the winding lane. No one bothered him in his fortified house secluded behind a thick forest.
How much luck could one man have ?
Just that morning, he’d decided to remove Jackie from her cage because he knew Sarah Roberts was probably coming back to North America soon. That afternoon she was seen in Toronto, and now she was captive in the backseat of his car. He couldn’t believe it. He’d finally got her. A five-year obsession concluded.
He parked near the front door of his house. No one knew anything about him or where they were. If anyone caught a glimpse of his license plate number, it would never lead the police to him. The plate had been registered to an abandoned wreck parked for a month two blocks from his studio downtown Toronto. Two days ago, the wreck was still there.
He smiled.
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