The number looked familiar. 'That's Savannah.'
'Yeah, I think so.'
Jeffrey grabbed the phone off the counter and dialed the number.
LENA
TWENTY
Charlotte 's face was obscured by the duct tape covering her mouth, so that all Lena could see was a pair of bright, terrified eyes. The woman trembled with fear, her sobs muffled by the tape. Lena glanced in the rearview mirror as she drove the SUV down a dark road, trying to silently communicate to Charlotte to just hold on, that Lena would find a way out of this. Though, how she would manage their escape, Lena did not know.
The tattooed man who had hit Lena was behind them, driving her Celica. She had no idea where they were going or why. She just kept driving because even though she could not see the masked face of the man in the backseat, she knew that he was not fucking around. The way he held the gun told her all that she needed to know. The weapon was like an extension of his hand. He was not afraid to use it.
Lena thought about Evelyn Johnson, Ethan driving her in his truck to that clearing in the woods where she was murdered. Had Ethan looked in his rearview mirror and seen the fear in Evelyn's eyes, knowing there was nothing that he could do? Had he been just as afraid himself? Or had he been squirming in his seat, fighting the excitement building between his legs as he thought about what was to come?
'Turn here,' the man in the mask said, and Lena followed orders, turning onto Laskey Street, which ran behind the school. There was no urgency in his voice and he seemed to have no particular plan in mind. As far as she could tell, he was making her drive in a circle around the periphery of the high school.
'Next right,' he said.
Lena looked at Charlotte again. She asked the man, 'Why are you doing this?'
'Why do you think?'
'Did Ethan send you?'
'Who's Ethan?'
'If Ethan sent you, then this is between me and him. Charlotte doesn't have anything to do with this. I haven't even seen her since high school.'
'Honey, I don't know what you're talking about.'
She didn't know if he was telling the truth or playing with her. Had they followed her to Coastal State Prison or just waited for her to show back up in town? There was nothing in her motel room that would tell them where she had been. Ethan's arrest jacket was tucked back in its hiding place behind the CD changer in the trunk of her Celica. The only thing of value in the room was her Glock, and they obviously didn't need that.
Lena glanced over her shoulder. The man was small but well built. He sat casually with his legs spread apart, his left arm draped over the back of the seat, the gun in his hand pointing at Charlotte 's neck.
He said, 'What are you looking at?'
'Who are you?' Lena asked. Did the mask mean he was going to let them go? She had already seen his flunky's face, though maybe that didn't matter because his cover had been blown two days ago outside of Hank's house.
She looked around for something – anything -that could be used as a weapon. Other than the keys, there was nothing but a Styrofoam cup in one of the holders. She let her hand slide down the wheel and pressed her knuckles against the side of the cup. The contents were cold, probably water.
'Keep going,' the man said. 'Take another right up here.'
Lena ignored him, going straight. He clicked his tongue as if she were a rebellious child, but didn't say anything else.
Rule number one when faced with an abduction was to not let the perpetrator change your location. If he jumped you in a parking lot, then you fought tooth and nail to stay in that parking lot. You didn't get in a car with him and you didn't let him drag you somewhere else. Once he had control of you and the situation, he could do whatever he wanted. There was no going back.
Lena slowed the car, keeping her eye on the Celica behind them, wondering what she was getting herself – and Charlotte – into.
The man said, 'You really like pushing your luck, don't you?'
Lena stopped the car. She turned around to face him. 'What do you want from us? Why is Charlotte here?'
The back door beside Charlotte opened. The man with the red swastika stood there.
The man with the gun ordered, 'Give her a little incentive so she knows we're not playing around.'
The thug reached around to the back of his pants. Lena braced herself for him to pull a gun and shoot them both, but what he did instead was pull out a rolled-up plastic bag.
'What are you doing?' Lena asked, but she knew well enough when the man unrolled the bag and took out a filled syringe.
Charlotte knew what was coming before Lena did. She panicked, tucking her arms behind her back, struggling to protect herself as the thug tapped the side of the syringe, squirted some liquid out of the needle. She started to flail desperately when he grabbed her arm, then suddenly it seemed to Lena that something inside of the other woman just snapped. She simply gave up, holding out her arm, waiting for the needle to go in.
'No…' Lena said, but it was too late. The plunger was pressed. Charlotte closed her eyes, a soft sound like a sigh coming from her throat.
The man in the mask nestled the gun against Charlotte 's cheek. 'She likes that, don't you think?'
Lena felt tears stream down her face. How many kids did Charlotte have? She had seen one of them in the library the other day, a young girl, probably not even thirteen.
'Please,' Lena said. 'Just let her go.'
'Why don't you drive some more?' the man suggested. He nodded to his lackey and the door was slammed shut.
Lena put the car in gear and pressed her foot to the gas. She drove aimlessly, following the circle she'd made before, the Celica close behind.
Charlotte gave a deep moan. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped against the door.
Lena demanded, 'What did you give her?'
'Something to take the edge off.'
'I don't understand,' Lena said. She was crying in earnest now. 'Why is this happening? What did Charlotte ever do to you?'
