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Cal paced the carpeted office of the Lightman institute as he tried to work out what the message on the USB could be. The voice had been monotone, cold and distant.
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Gillian bit her lip as the car bounced along the road. The wheels hit every pothole as the driver sped to his destination. Her hands were tied at the wrists as she pulled them, the ropes dug deeper. Cursing under her breath she realised that really wasn't helping matters.
"Think!" She mumbled. The car was big enough to have a grown woman bundled into the trunk. The smell suggested the car was rarely used. She had to work out where they were headed. Only then could she hope to think of a means to escape. Knowing Laura was safely in the elementary school's kindergarten reassured her slightly, it was not knowing where Cal and Emily were that really worried her. The car bounced through another pothole causing her to crack her head against the lid of the trunk. Blood trickled from beneath her hairline as she fell into the dark.
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Ben ran a hand over his face as he looked at the CCTV footage from outside St Thomas' Elementary School. His blood ran cold knowing that the moms and dads dropping off their children for a day of education had no idea a psychopath was watching them.
"It's creepy." He looked to see Heidi stood next to him. She handed him a mug of coffee as he smiled gratefully. "Those babies playing and he's stalking Dr Foster. I don't mind saying, I don't like it. The gun laws."
"We don't know he has a gun." Ben stated. Heidi raised an eyebrow.
"We don't know he hasn't, either. We don't know where he is? What's he doing or why he took her." A phone ringing distracted her as Ben sighed. He adored Heidi but knew gun legislation was something they'd never agree on. Narrowing his eyes he watched the footage of children being left for the day. Laura Ann Lightman could clearly be seen running towards two other little girls her age. Ben smiled. The innocence of the scene reminding him there was good in the world. The smile was soon forgotten as Gillian could be seen heading across the playground to the street. Ben knew she had been heading towards her car but had never reached it. Curling his hands into fists he watched with barely concealed anger as a tall, stocky man in a "Chicago Bulls" sweater seemed to follow Gillian. Just as the camera cut the footage she could be seen turning sharply to face her assailant.
"Anger, fear, disgust." Ben turned as Cal walked in. One eyebrow raised he regarded the FBI agent. Ben rolled his eyes, he knew he was being read.
"Me or him?"
"You." Cal stated firmly. "Me an all. Let's put that anger and disgust to good use." Cal shrugged his jacket on. "Cmon."
"What?" Ben watched as Cal waved his arms in the air. "Where are we going?" Ben picked up his own jacket. Cal glared.
"To find my mrs."
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