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The hostage
The hostage
"Her name is Mary"
"I know that, Fairchild But I need to distance ht now in order to keep everyone safe"
"You should have thought about that when you didn’t take this case seriously"
He heard Officer Taylor muffle the phone and bark an order
"When you arrive I’ll let you past the police line only if you agree to remain calm and follow instructions If you fuck that up, I’ll make you leave Do you understand?"
Why was everyone treating hiot it Keep her alive"
"I plan on it"
Glen stared out at the black, moonless sky as Trent placed a hand on his shoulder
Mary woke on the floor in her s room with her feet and arms bound and a pillow from the couch under her head The irony of that would hit her later, but for now she thought of the pain in her shoulder, her ankle, and the side of her head
She could see the flashing of red and blue lights from outside and hear the radios and the continual request that Kent pick up the phone
Kent sat on the opposite wall, watching her and notit against the new hardwood floors of her honored, and stop
After what had to be the twentieth ti and Mary finally spoke
"Kent?"
He glared up at her
"They’re going to want to know I’m okay"
"Shut up!"
Mary heeded the harshness of his voice
When the phone rang again, Kent jumped to his feet, pulled the phone froh the kitchen
Mary cringed in the corner and ducked her head to avoid the spray of glass
There was one brief breath before they both heard the phone ringing from the extension in her bedrooh the house a second time "Mr Duvall We just want to talk to you"
Mary watched Kent’s reaction wordlessly
His jaw clenched and his hands fisted around the knife as he
"Kent?" She said his name as softly as she could and still be heard "I know you need to think"
"Shut up!"
She sucked in a breath "They’re going to keep calling until they know I’ive you tilared "What do you know?"
She tried to smile, knew it probably looked forced And then Mary lied through her teeth "I worked with a hostage negotiator for over a year" Actually, she’d read a few novels where woe and the theme had been the same She prayed now the authors had done their horee with him "They just want to talk to you"