"But she wasn’t there. I
looked everywhere. I can’t find her anywhere. Unbelievable story, it makes no
sense at all, I know. But it’s the truth, I swear it. She’s not here. She’s
gone.”
Werner and his men were
unimpressed with his explanation.
“One minute you two are
running down the street hand in hand and the next minute, POOF! She’s gone! Like
magic! You expect us to believe that?”
“Okay. You tell me. Where
did she go? Where is she?”
They dragged him back to
Werner’s warehouse headquarters, where he repeated to Werner his ridiculous
story of the silvery portal opening up in the middle of brick walls and many
hands grabbing Samantha and whisking her away from him.
“Very strange hypothesis,
this Jakson Blake’s scientific theory of wife evaporation. Fine. I’ll keep you tied
up right here until she comes back to get you. And you know she will because
she doesn’t want her sweet little pookie wookie roughed up. Be very thankful I
don’t have my men beat the shit out of you. What the hell’s the matter with you?
Why didn’t you just call out to us? We were right there on the other side of
the door. You claim you love her. Yet you let her jump out the second-story
window. You two could have landed in the street, got run over, and died. Or
broken yours bones. And where the hell did you think you were going? You knew
you couldn’t get away from us. I need her. Now, thanks to your irresponsible
actions, we’ve both lost her. Stupid. Stupid move, Blake.
"But I’ve really got to
hand it to you, Blake. Whatever you did to her, it worked. That woman is crazy
about you.” Werner turned to his men. “Take everything out of his pockets and
tie him up securely. And take away his shoes and socks.
“Now, we’ll just wait here
for her to come and attempt to rescue you. How long do you think it’ll take? A
day? Two?”
“She’s gone, Werner. She’s
not coming back for me. They took her away from me. They yanked her right out
of my arms. She’s not free to come back, for me or anything else.”
“She’s the brains of your
operation, Blake. And she’s the guts, too. She’ll find a way to save you,” said
Werner. “Okay, boys, it looks like we’re going to be here for a while. Who’s
got the cards? George? Okay, deal them.”
Jakson waited until he was
sure they were all sound asleep before he carefully and silently wriggled out
of the ropes. He quietly reached for his shoes and socks and then tiptoed out
of the warehouse. After he put on his socks and shoes, he walked to the
downtown business district, where he could hide easily among the homeless
people lurking in the archways and sleeping in any quiet, sheltered spot they
could find. He found a spot against an inside wall of a pavilion in the central
park area. He pulled up his collar, crouched down against the wall, and settled
in for a few hours sleep.
Early the next morning
there was a buzz through the castle. The Galt tracker had been found and captured,
and King Frederick of Robesson was going to handle the interrogation himself.
“Cora, are you SURE?”
“Yes, I saw them drag him
in.”
“Describe him.”
“A bundle of arms and legs
being dragged up to the tower. Dark hair. A thin man. Black trousers. I’m
sorry. In that position there wasn’t much to see.”
I walk quickly up to the
tower. Justin follows close behind me.
“Cora, stay here,” Justin
calls back to her. “You don’t want to see what goes on up there, my dear.”
“Isabella, this is not a good idea,”
fusses Justin. “Your father will be furious at me for not keeping you away. Do
you have any idea what goes on in there?”
“Yes, I do, Justin," I answered. "That’s why we
need to get up there right away.”
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