Chapter 7
Calleigh looked down at her tied hands, her mind was working a mile a minute. Are we going to make it out of here alive? What if I never get to tell Eric the truth about the way I feel? The warehouse where they were being held captive was quiet, and surprisingly covered in darkness. The blonde wondered where their abductor was. She jerked her head in Natalia's direction, the brunette was a mess. Her hair was matted and stuck to the side of her face, she was covered in sweat, and her eyes were closed.
The platinum blonde could hear a door being unlocked somewhere in the distance, her body tensed up, a new level of fear arising within her. The abductor stumbled into the room, he couldn't even walk in a straight line. Calleigh watched him make his way to where she sat clumsily, she guessed that he was drunk. Natalia's eyes snapped open, her fear visible.
"Hello…ladies." He said slowly, his speech was slurred. "Miss… me?"
Calleigh bit her tongue, suppressing the urge to yell at the brunette captor. How could he talk as if they weren't being held captive? Like this was some big party? The fear she once felt subsided, and anger took its place. "No we didn't miss you bastard". The words slipped out before she could stop herself. They sounded better in her head.
Natalia watched the scene, her eyes widening in surprise. The brunette CSI couldn't believe those words came from Calleigh's lips. Cheerful Calleigh, the one who was always bright and smiling.
The captor, Kevin narrowed his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides. You could see the anger in his dull brown eyes, and anger mixed with alcohol caused violence and that's exactly what happened. His hand came up violently and he slapped the blonde across the face.
The sound of his hand connecting with Calleigh's face echoed throughout the empty warehouse, only reminding Natalia that the brunette could get even more violent. Calleigh fought to keep the tears that threatened to spill over at bay, as her red face stung.
She hoped the end to this nightmare would finally come. And it would soon, thanks to a brave soul who would fight back and do their job.
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Brady Sampson turned out to be a young man in his late twenties, with light brown hair, and brown eyes. He was 5 foot, 5 inches and slightly overweight. A pair of thick black glasses were perched on his wide nose. Brady shifted in his chair uncomfortably, he didn't know why he was here but he guessed it wasn't about something good.
The door to the interrogation room opened revealing Eric and Ryan. The two men walked into the room, Eric holding a manila file folder in his right hand. Both men took a seat at the silver table where their suspect was seated, looking rather nervous.
Ryan spoke first. "Mr. Sampson, do you know why you are here?" He asked, staring at the young man intently.
Brady shook his head. "No clue but it can't be good." He commented, chuckling nervously.
Eric opened the file folder and slid it across the table. Inside the manila folder lay a copy of the email Detective Davis received.
"Did you send this email Mr. Sampson?"
Brady glanced down at the email, shaking his head. "Never send it in my life." He lied.
Ryan asked the next question. "Then why did we trace the email back to your account?"
He shrugged.
Eric grew angrier as each question was asked. "Look Mr. Sampson two CSIs are missing and the abductor sent us an email. We traced it back to your account but you're saying you didn't send it?"
"Ok, I lied I have seen the email. A friend of mine asked me to do a favor for this guy he knew, so I agreed and the guy came to my apartment. When he got there he was waving a pistol in my face. He would have shot me if I didn't send that email." Brady explained.
Ryan nodded, for some odd reason he believed the guy. Eric didn't believe this guy could have taken Calleigh and Natalia either.
"Do you know what the guy looks like?" Ryan inquired.
Brady thought about for a moment. "Yeah he had brown hair, and dull brown eyes. He was tall, and lean about 5'6".
"That could be anyone". Eric thought, bitterly.
Ryan and Eric rose from their seats. "Thank you for your time Mr. Sampson."
"That didn't get us very far. We're all tired and haven't slept for 24 hours, this isn't looking good….." Ryan thought.
TBC?
