The plan seemed to be falling into place. All that she needed was for her prey to walk straight into her trap, allow her to catch them, and then she would be able to add four more trophies to her collection.

…

Jessica and Seth were on their way into the airport while Michael and Dorothy waited in the car. They had sat in silence for several minutes when finally Dorothy had had enough.

"Are we going to talk about it?" she asked from the passenger seat.

"Talk about what?"

"About the pros and cons of the British monarchy! About this afternoon Michael."

Alright then, what about it?"

"Where will it go from here? How much of yourself are you willing to put into this relationship? Jessica told me about you. She warned me off because she was afraid that I would get hurt."

He looked at her in shock.

"Did she?"

"Well, do you blame her? From what she told me it sounds like all you look for in a woman is a good time."

He sighed and shifted in the driver's seat.

"I won't deny that in the past I have been a bit of a ladies man, but this seems to be different to me. Even with my wife I didn't feel anything this deep. It's like we have some kind of connection."

"A connection?" Dorothy asked searchingly.

"Yes. It is like with my ex-wife. I realized that I didn't love her when I discovered that my feelings for our daughter were much deeper than my feelings for her."

"So, you think that your feelings for me are deeper than for any other woman before now?"

"As crazy as it sounds, yes. And to answer your earlier question I am willing to give my all to you."

"So am I."

He turned his body to face her.

"Dorothy Zbornak, even though I've only known you for a few days, I think that I'm in love with you."

"I bet you say that to all the girl's," she said coyly.

"Actually I do," he replied with a joking grin.

She smacked him on the arm with a light chuckle. They looked each other in the eye and it seemed to them that time had stopped. The moved together and met in a gentle kiss. Things were starting to get steamy when they heard a cry and a thud. They broke apart and looked around the car for the source of the sound and saw an old woman struggling to get up off of the ground.

"Wait here Dorothy," Michael said as he went to the woman's aid. She watched as he offered his hand to help her up. She took his hand, pulled herself up a few inches and in a blur swung her leg around. She knocked him off of his feet which caused him to hit his head as he collided with the concrete. The woman pushed herself onto her feet and turned and ran. Dorothy was out of the car in a flash and by Michael's side. She tried to shake him awake but got no response. He was unconscious.

She started to get up to find help but was tackled from behind. She rolled over and did her best to wrestle the other person off of her, but couldn't seem to throw the other person away. A cloth was suddenly covering her mouth and nose. As she continued to struggle she felt herself fading. She finally collapsed and rolled over onto her back and looked up at her attacker. It was the old woman, except it wasn't.

"You," she mumbled with her sleep tinged voice. Then her eyes fell closed and her mind fell into a dreamless sleep.

…

"And you're sure?"

"It's just as I said ma'am. The woman you're talking about left in a cab at about nine-twenty and didn't come back," the young employee said.

"Thank you, Jessica replied with a smile. "You have no idea how much you've helped Miss…"

"Brown ma'am. Lindsay Brown, and it was a pleasure Mrs. Fletcher."

As the young woman went back to her work Jessica and Seth left the airport. As they were walking away Seth turned to her.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to put Hazlitt in that sentence," he whispered in Jessica's ear.

It had only taken them about half an hour to find the one employee who remembered seeing Chrissy Zbornak leave the airport. They were in the parking garage trying to remember where they had left Dorothy and Michael when they heard the sound of a struggle.

"Run to the car Jess," Seth whispered before running toward the sound.

"Seth! Wait," she hissed to no avail. He quickly disappeared amongst the cars. She shook her head and continued to walk, until she found Dorothy's car.

She could tell immediately that something was wrong. It took her a moment to realize that it was because there was no one in the car. She crept closer and came to stand on the driver's side. She looked through the windows and at the different seats until her eyes came to rest on the driver's seat. She strained to see what was inside until she finally figured out what it was. She straightened instantly.

Oh lord.

Before she could reach for her purse she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head and the world went black.

…

Sophia, Blanche, Rose and Amos were worried as they slowly drove through the parking garage. It was twelve o'clock at night and their friends still hadn't returned to the house.

"And you seriously like her St. Olaf stories Amos?" Blanche asked as she drove.

"Yes ma'am. They remind me of when I was a child," he replied wistfully.

Blanche looked at the pair in the mirror with a look of astonishment.

"Dear God, you two are made for each other," she drawled.

The car fell quiet again.

"I've got a bad feeling," Sophia said in the silence, searching for a sign of her eldest daughter and her surrogate child. "This isn't like Dorothy and Jessica. They would've called if they went out somewhere."

"This isn't like the Doc either Sophia," Amos replied.

"Anyone see their car yet?" Blanche asked from the driver's seat.

"No… no… no… no… yes! I see it Blanche." Rose cried from the backseat next to Amos.

Blanche parked the car in a vacant spot and they made their way over to Dorothy's car. It was shadowed but light enough to see inside the car. As the women looked through the windows Amos was drawn to a spot on the floor. It was a rusty red stain on the concrete. His stomach turned in horror.

Suddenly Sophia gasped. She pulled Dorothy's spare car keys out of her bamboo purse and unlocked the driver's door. She reached into the car and picked something up off of the seat.

"Shoot," came the collective voices of all four. It was a single black rose. Amos immediately spoke up.

"I know where Chrissy is staying, but what should we do?"

Sophia grinned in spite of the situation.

"How many of you know how to shoot?"

All of them raised their hands.

"You have a license and a gun?"

There was a collective nod. The old woman rubbed her hands together gleefully.

"It's time to pull out the old bullets and flashbangs!"

"What?" the other three cried in unison.

"I have friends. I've told you that before. Did you think that I just had scotch in my closet?"

Amos shook his head.

"Okay then, now we need to alert the police. We can't just go at this like a bunch of militiamen."

"So no flashbangs?"

"Now I didn't say that did I? I only said that we need to make this official."

With that they locked up Dorothy's car, left Rose and Amos guarding it and sent Blanche and Sophia to call the police. They only hoped that they weren't too late to save their friends.

Please don't hate me for this, but I'm going to leave you hanging until next week. I hope that isn't too evil of me.

By the way, if you can guess who Jessica's Scottish cousin is, I will give you a bit of acknowledgement at the beginning of the next chapter. I've probably made the guessing too easy because there are clues in previous chapters. Please review and let me know if you are enjoying this story so far.