I know it's not December yet, but I HAD to write something, so… this story is meant to be an advent calendar, with hopefully daily updates from Dec 1st till Christmas.
The first chapter of the sequel to "You will be mine" should be out up here soon.
„He is what?"
The world jumped to a halt. Danny struggled to stay on his feet as gravity and shock sucked the air from his lungs. No.
"We shouldn't worry too early, maybe he's… he's…" Linda's voice cracked.
The silence that followed her voice made Danny's stomach turn to jelly. So it was not only his NYPD-sense and the paranoia it had brought upon him. A mother's sense was thinking and fearing the same.
For his son.
"Danny?" Without her husband at once confirming her, Linda couldn't keep her voice straight. "Danny, tell me he's okay!"
His grip around the cell tightened. "Baby, I want to you to take Jack to my dad's right now. I need the two of you to be safe. Please. I'll send you an officer and –"
"I will not leave this house without both my children!"
Danny closed his eyes. "Please. I…"
"What will he think when he comes home and we're not here? Send Jamie over if he's got time to take Jack to your father but I'll stay here. I'll stay till Sean comes home!"
The name of his son brought Danny down to his knees. Why Sean? Why his little boy?
Why couldn't he be in his child's place, wherever that might be right now? Where was he?
"Okay" he felt tears creeping up his throat and prayed for Linda not to notice it. "Okay, I'll call Jamie. I love you. Bye."
He switched off, shivering so hard that he almost dropped the cell.
Five hours, he told himself, it's only five hours. He was at school, the teachers would've called if he wasn't.
Five hours was four hours more than the average kidnapper needed to…
No.
With a lump in his throat Danny speed-dialed his brother.
"Hey, Danny, what's up?"
"Hey, Jamie… we… I got… I need your help, Jamie."