Chapter 15.
Rachel dropped to her knees in front of Steve where he lay on the ground in front of her, tears running down her cheeks. He was laying on the floor facing her away from the direction that John was facing. Her hands and eyes searching for a wound. She found the hole that it had made in his jacket but was puzzled not to find any blood. She looked towards his face and although it was pale his eyes where alert, it was only then that she realised that she could feel a bullet proof vest underneath it. Relief swept through her. But now she knew that her abilities as an actress would be put to the test.
John had closed the distance between them.
"Get up," He ordered. His gun was pointed directly at her head, as she looked at him he had insane smile on his face. He glanced down at Steve still lying on the floor between them. "Some what of a pointless act,"
"Why?" Rachel asked him softly. "First my parents now this?" He shifted his gun to under her chin, forcing her head upwards.
"Why?" He sneered. "I would have thought that was obvious," He smiled again at her, a smile that chilled her blood. "Father was weakening. He had been in contact with my sister," The look of distaste appeared on his face. " I couldn't have that, I did all the work at the business, why should she get any of it?" Rachel felt sick.
"So you hired Thompson to kill them?" She said trying hard to keep her voice even.
"Of course I did," He told her coldly. " Only he panicked when you didn't turn up when you should and left before you came home," Rachel felt Steve's hand lightly touched her ankle in comfort. "Then your grandfather took you to England and father never made any effort to contact you. So I didn't see any point to pursuing it," He looked at her his eyes glittering dangerously. "But you had to come back,"
"I had no idea !" She started. John laughed.
"You really expect me to believe that?" He scoffed.
A shout from the doorway surprised the both of them.
"LAPD," Rachel recognised Cheryl's voice. "Drop the gun," looking towards the door she saw Cheryl along with several uniformed officers. The man who John had hired immediately dropped his own gun and raised his hands. John gave a quick glance at them, but turned back to Rachel an insane sneer on his face, his finger tightening on the trigger.
Steve knew he had to act fast, rolling as hard as he could he rammed his self against the mans legs causing him to fall backwards, the shot went off harmlessly into air. As he hit the floor the gun skirted off out of his hand. Cheryl ran forward making sure that he couldn't get to it again. Steve quickly got the man onto his front holding his arms firmly as he continued to struggle against him. Cheryl handed him her cuffs.
Two of the other officers came and got him to his feet.
"This isn't over," He snarled.
"I think you'll find it is," Cheryl told him. Rachel moved quickly to Steve, his arms wrapped around her and held her tightly against him. Then with one arm wrapped around her they left the room to find Mark who Steve knew would be waiting for them outside.
It was a warm spring day, Rachel knelt at the grave of her mother and father placing fresh roses on it. The court case against John Weston had been a success, although his lawyers had tired to plead insanity medical evidence had proved otherwise and now was in prison on a life sentence which the judge had announced would mean life. Steve had decided that a vacation after the trail was in order, but their first stop was Rachel's home town. Steve had agreed knowing that she now needed to close this chapter of her life.
"Its over," She told them somehow knowing that they could hear her, "You can rest in peace at last," Steve moved forward and helped her stand.
"Okay?" He asked her. She looked back at him and smiled.
"Yes," She told him and for the first time since the kidnapping truly meant it. They both turned and with one arm wrapped around each other they left the cemetery.
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A big thanks to those who reviewed and to those who sent e mail. I'm not sure when another DM story will be posted, I have got one in mind but I promised my daughter I would finish the one I'm writing for her first.
Again a bid thanks to those who have been in touch with me especially Ann.
