“You’re Amanda Sykes, Jamie’s mother.”
“Yes, but — ”
“Let me explain. You left Jamie with Karen La Rocca, who works for me at DeeDee’s Flowers. I’m DeeDee Byerly. Karen couldn’t keep him, so my husband and I took over-until he was taken from us and brought here.” She smiled again. “Jamie is such a dear boy. You are a wonderful mother.”
“Thank you.” She shook her head. “But I’m still confused.”
“I’ll start at the beginning.” She sat on the couch, playing puzzle with Jamie, while she filled in Mandy Sykes.
“And here you are, held captive like Jamie and me. I’m so sorry.”
“It was stupid of me to get caught, but don’t worry. Walter, that’s my husband, has a plan. With luck he should get us out of here tomorrow night.” She sighed. “But poor Walter, he’s going to be beside himself with worry. I just hope he doesn’t do anything foolish.” Now she laughed. “Walter is never foolish.”
“You must love him a great deal.”
“He’s my very breath.” She looked around at her surroundings. “Not very commodious, is it?” There was just one room encircled by the stone wall. The single window above permitted some light to come in. The furnishing were spartan, basically just a table and folding chairs. “I guess this couch becomes the bed.”
The worst thing is there are no facilities, just a chamber pot and camp thermos.”
“You mean-” She looked around. “-no toilet or running water.”
“The only electricity is that single bulb hanging from the ceiling. If it goes out, we’re in the dark.”
“The tower must be for show. No one is supposed to live here.” She kept shaking her head. “But here we are.”
“DeeDee, let’s do another puzzle.”
“Where did you get the toys, Jamie?”
“A man…”
Amanda answered for her son. “I said it was cruel to lock up a little boy with no toys, nothing to do. They brought these. They look old. They must’ve found them in an attic.”
“I’m sure they’re new to this little darling.” She helped him for a moment, then said, “Is Jamie’s father Justin Wright?”
She gasped. “How do you know that?”
“There’s a rumor. We put two and two together, rather my husband did. Is it true?”
“The biggest mistake of my life, anybody’s life. It’s been hell.”
“You can get help, you know.”
“I never wanted to hurt Justin, that’s why I never said anything, demanded anything. Then he became governor and mentioned for the White House-”
“On a campaign of holier-than-thou family values.” She smiled.
“That made it worse. People had seen us together in his Congressional office. There was talk about…you know. I left as soon as I knew I was pregnant, tried to disappear, but-”
“Everyone’s hunting for you, especially his political opponents and the press.”
“I kept changing names and moving, but it never lasts long.”
“I talked to Cyn Wu. If she knew who you really are she didn’t tell me.”
Mandy Sykes smiled for the first time. “Cyn Wu, I miss her, I didn’t think she knew.”
“How did you happen to come to Santa Barbara?”
“Harry Gould contacted me. We used to date here at UCSB, sort of stayed in touch. She sighed. “He phoned me one day and said Jamie’s father wanted to meet his son and provide for him.”
“Did he know who that was?”
“Not at first, but later he did.”
“Go on.”
“He arranged the meeting. I was to fly out here with Jamie. He’d have tickets for me at Logan Airport.”
“Did you trust him.”
“I came, I must have.” She sighed. “The truth is, I needed money so badly. All I really thought of was support money for Jamie.”
“I can understand that. Did you know the Kinkaids were behind it?”
“I do now.”
“At the last minute you became frightened for Jamie and left him with Karen-a near stranger.”
“She seemed so nice, and the two boys got along so well. I knew no one would look for him there.”
“Why didn’t you take Jamie and leave town?”
“I thought of it, believe me, but I was about broke, and I had hopes of getting some money.” She sighed. “A big mistake.”
“But an understandable one. What frightened you?”
“I don’t know. I–I just became increasingly uneasy. I guess I felt they were more interested in Jamie than me. Somehow I felt I was putting him at risk and-”
DeeDee patted her hand. “You were right. “
“When they brought me here, they kept trying to force me to tell them where Jamie was, but I wouldn’t.”
“They had half the town looking for him. They found him because Karen’s boyfriend got greedy for the $25,000 reward.”
“What’s going to happen to us now?”
“What’s going to happen is that we get out of here.”
23: Screams In The Night
Helistened to Beethoven on a classical radio station, Fourth Piano Concerto, his favorite. Her car had a nice radio. A fun car actually. No wonder Doreen loved it. But it must be hell on a long trip, like riding in an egg carton.
He saw the van pull into the parking lot. About time. He got out of the Z4 to wait for Doreen. Needed to stretch his legs. The van parked so the sliding door was on the side away from him. He heard voices, footsteps, then the sliding door slammed shut. The driver walked toward the Elite offices.
Where the hell was Doreen?
He ran, caught up with the driver. “Hey, where’s my wife?”
“Oh, I remember you. Is Irene your wife?”
“Where is she?”
“She didn’t come back with me, must’ve worked late.”
“No, she wouldn’t!”
“Don’t worry, she’ll be along soon. They’ll drive her in or call a cab. It happens a lot.”
He grabbed his arm at the elbow. “I’m telling you she didn’t work late. She would’ve phoned me.”
The driver pried his arm loose. “Have it your way, mister. I ain’t got nothing more to say to you.”
Byerly watched him disappear into the building. Lord God, Doreen was still out there. Something had gone wrong. They’ve kidnapped her. This couldn’t be happening.
He hopped into Doreen’s car and headed for the castle, swerving in and out of traffic, careening around curves, taking reckless chances. The smell of burned rubber was sickly sweet in his nostrils.
It seemed forever, but he finally screeched to a stop at the gate, pushed the button. “I’m Walter Byerly,” he screamed. “You’ve got my wife in there. I demand you release her at once.”
No answer.
“Do you hear me, this is abduction, kidnapping. You can’t hold her against her will. Release her at once or I’ll make you pay! Do you hear me?”
No answer.
He got out of the car, banged at the call box with his hand. “Answer me, Goddammit, or I’ll…I’ll…”
