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Felicity left Dr. Walker's office after only fifteen minutes and took the elevator to her parking level. Sometimes it paid to belong to the Queen family – it cut down significantly on waiting times and ensured a more courteous reception. She stepped out of the elevator and sent a short text message to Thea: Big Belly Burger in fifteen minutes. Standing beside her car, she rummaged around in her handbag, looking for her keys, when she heard a voice behind her.
"Felicity Smoak – or should I say Queen? My brother had to die because of you."
Felicity turned around and cried out when she saw the face of the man in standing in front of her. Something hard hit her temple and blackness engulfed her.
Thea looked at her watch again. Thirty minutes. That wasn't like Felicity. Usually it was Thea herself who was late; Felicity was always more than punctual.
Once again she dialed her sister-in-law's number, but the call went straight to voicemail as before. Thea debated with herself if she should call her brother to ask if Felicity had gone home after all. She knew that Oliver would drop everything and immediately start looking for his wife. He had always had a very strong protective instinct. Thea remembered one time a boy had pushed her in the schoolyard when she was seven. When she had come home crying and with scraped knees, Oliver had been furious. Next day he had skipped his classes to defend his sister during her break. Thea had to grin at the memory. Although her brother had been a playboy, when it came to her he had always been a gentleman and the best brother she could have wished for.
When she had heard the news that Oliver and her father were dead, her world had collapsed. Those two men had been her most important persons. Over the years Walter had managed to at least partly fill the void, but she had still thought of Oliver every night. She had never told anyone that she had kept a diary all these years, where she had told Oliver about her days. She hadn't had anyone, her mother hadn't wanted to talk and Laurel had just gone on with her life as if nothing had happened. She had only been mad at Oliver for cheating on her with Sara.
Thea shook off these thoughts of the past and checked her watch again. One hour. No, that really couldn't be. She dialed Felicity's number again, but once more the call went straight to voicemail. She dialed Oliver's number and her brother picked up immediately.
"Hi, Speedy, what's up? Did Felicity ask you to check if I'm doing a good job with Abigail?"
A bad feeling rose inside Thea. "No, actually I wanted to know if Felicity is with you."
"What do you mean? I thought the two of you wanted to meet?" Oliver's voice had changed and his little sister noticed immediately
"She texted me an hour ago that we'd meet at Big Belly in fifteen minutes, but I'm still waiting for her and her phone is off."
For a moment there was silence on both ends of the line.
"Oliver", the younger Queen broke the silence.
"Stay where you are, in case Felicity shows up after all. I'll hand Abigail over to Raisa, check Dr. Walker's office and then I'll come to you."
"Okay." Even before Thea had finished the word, Oliver had cut the connection.
Oliver's heart was hammering. This didn't sound like Felicity at all. She was the master of punctuality, preferring to be five minutes early rather than late. "Raisa, could you watch Abigail, she's sleeping in her cot."
"Of course, Mr. Queen. Is everything alright?" Raisa had known Oliver since he was a child and always knew when something was wrong with him.
"I hope so", Oliver said, barely managing a half-hearted smile. He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and left the mansion, calling Diggle on the way.
"Dig, something is wrong. Felicity was supposed to meet with Thea an hour ago, but she didn't show up."
Diggle's voice sounded worried. "That doesn't sound like Felicity. I'll be there right away."
""Thanks. Meet me at Dr. Walker's office." Oliver ended the call and climbed on his Ducati Streetfighter.
She was somewhere tight, stuffy and dark and Felicity's head was hammering. Her hands and feet were bound with zip ties so tight they were cutting into her skin. Where was she? She could hear the sound of a car engine; a trunk, she was in the trunk of his car. Panic rose inside her, how could he have survived? Oliver had shot three arrows straight into his heart and he had fallen out of the window. A brother. The thought shot through her brain. It wasn't really him, but he looked, talked and moved exactly like Count Vertigo. Twins! Desperately she tried to move, but that only made her wrists hurt even more. The panicked feeling grew as she remembered his words: My brother had to die because of you. She closed her eyes and let e tears fall. Oliver had to find her. She didn't want to die, not now. Abigail shouldn't have to grow up without her mother.
Oliver had reached Dr. Walker's office in record time. "Mr. Queen, do what do we owe the honor? Is something wrong with your wife?" the young woman at the reception desk asked.
Oliver's heart hammered, but he tried to calm down. "No, I just wanted to know if maybe my wife is still here. We had a date for lunch and she hasn't shown up."
"No, she left more than an hour ago. One appointment was cancelled, so we were able to give it to her", the young woman answered, smiling proudly.
"Thanks", Oliver said and left immediately. Diggle met him in the entrance hall of the building and looked at him expectantly. Oliver shook his head. "She left the office more than an hour ago."
"Okay, let's check the parking lot. You start at the top, I'll take the bottom." Oliver nodded and the two men started their search. The bodyguard took the elevator to the lower levels, while Oliver sprinted up the stairs to the top.
There was no trace of Felicity or her Minicooper on the first three levels, but on the fourth level Oliver's friend found what he was looking for. Felicity's car stood in a parking space, still locked, her handbag and its contents lying scattered beside it. Diggle's muscles twitched. This did not look good. He pulled his phone out of his jacket and dialed Oliver's number.