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with footsteps as he came back toward me. A glint of metal shined in his hand.
I blinked to focus on his hand.
Oh shit, a needle.
 Wait!
Rugby paused in his movement.  Yes, my dove?
Resisting the urge to gag at that comment, I pleaded my case to him.  If I do whatever it is you want, if I
promise to be compliant, will you do one thing for me?
 I plan on doing many things for you, my darling Hush.
 Promise not to kill my family or my friends?
Rugby threw back his head and laughed.  I have no desire to harm either your family or your friends.
They mean nothing to me. It is you that I want. No one else.
 Promise me.
He laughed again, but he nodded his head.  I promise you, Hush. I will not kill your family or your
friends.
I relaxed against the bed.  Do what you will.
A sharp stab in my upper thigh, followed by the burning sensation of something being pumped into my
body flooded me. I wanted to scream out, to yell at him for violating me. To beat him senseless for what
he was doing to me.
But I knew my family would be safe, so I didn t speak.
Blackness engulfed me, and I prayed to God as I started to lose consciousness that I wouldn t feel the
pain as he killed me.
Jack Edwards walked into Lynn s apartment with a thermos of tea and some DayQuil. After the
lock-picking incident, Lynn had given him a key, citing if he was going to just come in, he d better have
one so no one called the police.
Everything felt wrong.
No Lynn.
On the floor, near the couch was an overturned bowl, and what looked like chicken noodle soup on the
floor, or rather the dried remains of soup spread out across the floor.
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 Lynn? He headed for the bedroom.
The bathroom returned the same results. She wasn t home. Her car, however, had been in its usual spot
outside. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her cell. Immediately, he heard it ringing, and found it
laying on the kitchen cabinet, plugged into the charger.
Two calls were missed on it, and he read the names both Bella. Jack headed down to the main office
of the complex.
The manager wasn t in, it was Saturday. Instead, a young twenty-something woman sat at the desk,
playing with her cell phone.
 Hi. She grinned at him with flirtatious eyes.
Jack so didn t have time for this. He pulled out his FBI badge and flipped it open in her face.  I need to
speak to your security head immediately.
The girl s face paled, and she nodded her head, dialing the phone to get security. Within minutes, a man
in his early forties walked in, and from his crew cut hair and stern expression, Jack knew he had a
somewhat competent man at his side.
Flashing his badge at the man, he quickly explained that Lynn had been kidnapped.
 In here. The man led Jack into a side office.  It ll just take me a few minutes to find Broadmore s
security code.
Jack rattled it off to the man, and the guard quickly found the last few times the code had been used in
the system.
 We have two cameras on the entrance. He found the tapes that had recorded yesterday s entrance
and exits.
Jack nodded, and the two of them started going through the tapes, looking for the vehicle.
 This vehicle came in and left shortly. The man wrote down the tag number for the white van that had
pulled out of the complex.
Jack thanked him and headed to Lynn s apartment.
Bella stood just inside the door, her face pale, and her hands trembling.  I just came by to check on her.
She wasn t answering her phone& 
 Bella. He pulled out his badge.
She glanced at it.  Oh my God. You re FBI?
 Someone s taken Lynn. I need you to call everyone who knows Lynn and see if any of them have
talked to her, called her, emailed her, whatever you can.
Bella nodded, pulling out her cell phone.
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 And don t touch anything. Jack started making his own phone calls. Though he knew Bella s
assistance would be helpful, he was pretty sure that Lynn was not out with someone.
His gut screamed that Lynn had met Rugby without him being there.
He was going to kill her.
If he found her in time.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cold, so cold.
Water everywhere.
Drowning.
Filling everywhere. So cold.
I started to gag, and my eyes flickered open as water filled my mouth. I was drowning. I shook my
head, or at least tried to as I felt the pounding of water on my face.
I wasn t drowning but being hosed down with water. I sat inside an old bathtub. I tried to stand, but my
body wouldn t cooperate. My limbs felt heavy, like broken machinery. They wouldn t function, nor could
my head. I couldn t turn my face away from the water, the best I could do was blow it out my slacked
mouth as I sat, stunned in the rabid overflow of cold water.
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