Captive!
Chapter Two: Omens
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Wallace looked grim, "Just what I said."
Keith turned pale, "I'll call the police. You can go home now."
Wallace nodded and walked out. He had no idea what to make of the whole mess. It could be that Veronica just got some urgent lead as to the whereabouts of her mother, or the Lilly Case. Then, it could be that she was in danger for her life. This was his first real taste of PI work, and he really disliked it. Plus now he had to eat lunch by himself.
Keith was reluctant to call the police thinking, though he had no way of knowing it, along the same lines as Wallace. Some people's daughters disappeared off the face of the Earth, his didn't. That much he knew. He looked down at the pencil he had been chewing, it was now covered with little half-moon marks. According to the clock on his desk it was 11. He should get some sleep, or try to.
He made his way to his room and by default the bed. He hadn't even bothered to brush his teeth. In light of recent events those types of things seemed trivial, even pointless. Keith lay down on the pillow, and then popped up muttering words similar to his daughter's. He felt the little knick on the back of his neck, nothing much. Slowly he turned to look at the pillow and his eyes widened. There was a knife on his pillow, but that wasn't even the start of it. There was also a Barbie. A blonde Barbie. With hair cut short. And a toothpick stuck in the shoulder.
Keith was incredibly surprised, and then the horror set in. He'd thought this man had forgotten him over ten years. On his pillow lay some very compelling evidence that proved otherwise.
Oddly enough he didn't feel guilty. Both Pis and policemen mad enemies, that couldn't be avoided. Perhaps he should have told Veronica, but she'd had a hard enough time, between Lilly, her mother, and the rape. Yes, he knew about the rape. Just because he wasn't sheriff didn't mean he couldn't get into police records. He almost understood why she wouldn't tell him. He was her over-reactive dad, and would've, did actually, react badly.
He brought himself back to the present. His daughter was missing, and there were some very clear threats to their little family's safety. He sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed 9-1-1.
Veronica was still busy thinking about the good parts of her predicament. She had counted the stones on the wall three times, and was officially out of things to do.
She really hadn't the slightest idea how long she'd been there. All she knew was that she was very hungry and thirsty, yet there was no food to satiate her hunger; no liquid to quench her thirst.
'I thought' she informed herself, 'that I was thinking about the good things.'
Then again, why not feel sorry for herself? She had no possible weapon or lock pick; it wouldn't have mattered if she did. There was no one to attack. And the lock was top-quality; a welding-iron wouldn't have helped. All there was was a pathetic little twig in the corner. She could have taken on a three-year-old with it. Maybe.
She half-crawled half-rolled over to it and felt the knot one-third of the way down. She gasped as a memory suddenly came to her.
She bent over and picked up the twig, grasping it for dear life as if it could save her. Veronica was surrounded by tall grass, one of the few lots in Neptune that was not yet to be cornered in concrete. She heard a rustling from her left and suddenly lunged to the right and tried to duck. It was useless. All there was grass; no people; no trees; nothing. She couldn't run forever, likely fighting was the only way out.
'With what?' she inquired cynically.
She couldn't answer herself. The rustling grew louder.
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