Chapter 14.
Steve carefully felt the bump that had formed on his head and winced he had no idea of how long he had been out or of where he was. He looked around him he was locked in a room with only one window set so high in the wall that Steve knew he stood no chance of reaching it. He knew that there was nothing he could do and he hated it.
"How long ago?" Mark asked. He walked at Cheryl's side and to her car.
"Rachel was called about half an hour ago," She answered him. "She managed to loose her tail," Cheryl gave a slight grin. "Not that it made that much of a difference,"
"Why?" Mark asked slightly puzzled that she didn't seem to showing that much concern. Cheryl gave him a smile.
"Because Steve had an idea that something like this might happen," Mark looked at her.
"So that was what he meant when he said something about a just in case measure," She nodded as they reached her car and unlocked it.
"He knew what she was likely to do if he was threatened," Mark nodded, suddenly determined that if he got them both back safely that he would tell her exactly what he thought of her course of action, though he knew that he would have probably acted in the same way.
Steve had taken to pacing the room he was being kept in, anything to keep his mind off the headache he had and to try and keep his mind clear. The sound of a key in the lock made him stand his ground. He wasn't surprised to see Rachel and a man who was obviously their captor. Rachel rushed forward and into his arms, he held her tightly against him and could feel her shaking.
"I'm sorry," She said tears choking her voice. The past hour had been hell on earth for her, from the time she got the phone call from his kidnapper to the time of being brought into this room she had no idea if he was alive or not.
"Its okay," He told her softly. "Its not your fault," The man who brought her in left and closed and locked the door behind him, realising that they were now alone. "Did you use your own car?" He asked her quickly.
"Yes," She said slightly puzzled. She then told him what had happened. Steve felt a surge of relief flood through his system. "Why?" she asked him.
"Cheryl arranged for a transmitter to be put on your car," He told her.
"I thought I lost the tail a little to easily," She said. Steve gave a slight grin at her.
"Here," He told her starting to take off his jacket. "I want you to wear," He didn't get any further because the door was opened.
Cheryl and Mark sat outside the deserted office building along with several other grim faced officers when they saw a car pull up outside.
"Who's this?" Mark asked.
"It looks like John Weston," She told him. "Why is he here?"
"Probably wants to make sure the job is done properly this time," Mark told her softly. Cheryl looked at him her face pale as she reached for her radio.
"Lets go people,"
Neither Steve or Rachel was surprised to see John Weston when the door was opened
Steve knew that he had no intention of letting either of them go. Rachel dead was what John wanted and Steve would know to much to be let go. Some how he had to delay him as much as possible and give Cheryl time to get to them. Looking at John it obvious the man was unstable and he wondered if the man that he hired realised that.
"I think it time to end this," John said he raised the gun and took point blank aim at Rachel. Steve moved quickly as he fired and stepped directly in front of Rachel. Rachel cried out as Steve slumped to the floor in front of her.
