Chapter 26

Kimber sat on the bed in the guest room with dry, but burning eyes staring at a photo showing herself and Alicia together. She had no tears left. She had cried for hours and all it did was making her feel completely dead inside. Alicia was still so young, she had so many plans. Only a short time ago Alicia and her were contemplating taking a holiday together. Alicia was comforting her when she woke up from her nightmares shouting at night. She had also been a good listener and supported her in everything. Kimber had lost more than a good friend with her death. She had been the most important person in her life over the last few weeks. What should she do now, what could she do now without Alicia?

Kimber sat the photo aside and looked at her engagement ring. Some of her hope to see Christian once more some time alive again had died with Alicia. Maybe he was already dead. She wished Quentin had killed her instead of Alicia and she'd contemplated that several times before. Then all this pain would've had ended with her death. In that case she wouldn't have to think, cry or feel. It would be a relief to feel nothing.

Kimber went over to the adjacent bedroom and opened the mirror cabinet. After some hesitation she grabbed a pack of razors and opened it. Her life was like an empty box. She had lost everything that was important to her once.

Kimber took one of the blades out and held it up to the light. It will hurt, she supposed. She shook her head mechanically. It certainly wouldn't be worse than what she had to endure while under Quentin's care. Kimber went over to the bathtub and turned the tap. She put the blade down onto the edge of the bath and took her clothes off slowly.

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A few doors away, Sean and Julia knew nothing about Kimber's inner struggles. They were discussing what has happened at the police station in the living room.

"I don't know why are you so pigheaded, Sean!" Julia said shaking her head, "I know you don't really like Myers, but at least Kimber would be safe."

"While Quentin kidnaps her again?" Sean asked indignantly.

"But she would've been provided with this locator," Julia gave him something to think about, "the police would find her immediately.

"And what if this thing doesn't work? You know how technology is not that impeccable."

"You think it's better to do absolutely nothing?" Julia asked.

Sean sighed deeply, "to be honest, I really don't know what would be best. I would only like to prevent Kimber from going through all that again. The death of her friend had thrown her completely off track. I don't know how many more blows can her psyche still take."

"Have you yet talked to her about the fact that it would possibly be advisable for her to see a therapist?"

Sean shook his head, "no, there was no time for it so far. I will talk to her about it when the opportunity occurs."

"What does Kimber think about the whole thing with the locator?" Julia asked curiously.

"I don't know," Sean shrugged, "I don't think she was present with her whole being at the discussion with detective Myers."

"Maybe we should ask her," Julia considered.

Sean shook her head, "I don't think it's a good idea in her present state. Her friend was
brutally murdered today and I should suggest she should give herself over into the hands of the man that killed her friend?"

Julia leaned back sighing, "yes, you're right. Maybe we should help her get some rest. We can still talk about that with her tomorrow," she stood up, "I'll fix some dinner," she explained.

Sean nodded, "I have to make a quick phone call. Then I'll come to help," he left the living room and went over into his study.

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In the old factory building

Quentin closed the grating of Christian's confinement and went back to the other room when Kit was already waiting for him.

"Is he sleeping?"

Quentin nodded, "he's not well yet, but at least his mind seems to be clearer again."

"What did he say?" Kit pressed further.

"Apart from go to hell you bastard! Not much," Quentin grinned, "Christian always liked to swear, but he'd never learnt when it's advisable and when it's not. Maybe he'll be a little bit more supple when we'll bring him his love."

"By the way," Kit tossed her long hair back, "what do you want to do for that to happen?"

"Don't annoy me!" Quentin said fiercely, "I will get her when I'm ready for it."

Kit tapped the top the table with her fingers nervously, "and when will that be? My God, Quentin, we're running out of time!" She said, "the police is looking for you...us," she corrected herself quickly, "the sooner we attack, the better."

Quentin nodded, "it has to be at night, when everybody's asleep. I can not let them see me," he looked at Kit pervasively, "you are responsible for everything around here till I come back!" He ordered her.

Kit nodded. The excitement of what was to come mixed with the worry whether it will all turn out well this time.

Quentin went to the cabinet and took a glass of chloroform out, he put it in a small travel bag together with some other anaesthetics and a syringe, "in case she opposes to coming free willingly," he said grinning.

"Is that really necessary?" Kit asked scrunching her forehead.

Quentin nodded, "you don't have to worry at all. She will only sleep a little. And when she wakes up it will be too late," he took the knife and deposited it in the bag next to the other things he'd put in, "just making sure," he explained when he noticed Kit's sceptic look.

"What if something happens?" She asked nervously.

"Then plan B kicks in," Quentin answered dryly.

"Plan B?" Kit looked at her brother perplexed, "what's that?"

"Would be better if all went smoothly, believe me!" Quentin said seriously, "you don't need to know more," he grabbed the travel bag and left the room.