Trinkets - Part 12
"Hey, Al, I've got some information for you," Clinton said into his phone device after dialing a new number. "Don't sound so surprised; I told you that we just needed to give him the proper motivation to talk. … I'm not sure how good the intel is yet, though. Check and see if you can find an address for a Mrs. Osbourne that lives in Williamsburg, Virginia. … No, he didn't have a first name for her, but she works on the campus of William and Mary and lives really nearby the school. … And, uh, … she's got a son named Ben who would have been close in age to Munch. … That's right. Keep me posted on what you find."
After disconnecting the call, Clinton looked at Mac. "All this resistance really was for naught, hmm? … You should be flattered that your well-being means so much to Mr. Rabb."
Mac said nothing. She had no words at the moment.
Without letting go of the remote meant to keep Mac in line, Clinton pulled a bucket of water from the kitchen and placed it next to her.
"I'm in a good mood at the moment, so you can forego kissing Jake. After all, you're probably right that his spirit is long gone. But, … unfortunately, his body remains behind, so we have to do something about that."
Partly relieved that at least she wouldn't have to kiss a dead man, partly bracing herself for whatever next task Clinton had in store for her, and partly worried about Harm, his condition, and whether the information he had given was valid, Mac simply swallowed hard and stared at her captor.
"Yes, well, there's a sponge in that bucket," he told her. "We'll have to move the body, of course, but I'd like you to start cleaning that blood off of the floor and whatever else it splattered on. It'll only get harder to remove the longer we let it set."
Still, Mac remained silent.
"You're awfully quiet all of a sudden, Sarah. No snappy comebacks, empty threats, or … righteous statements?"
She shook her head, no.
"Well, I'm somewhat disappointed. I was enjoying your … spunk. Be that as it may, I'm going to go upstairs now and get the details from Harm. You stay and work on wiping that up. There's a small amount of soap in the water. I'll get you some bleach when I come back down; I want to supervise you with chemicals."
"You're going to leave me down here alone?" Mac asked, somewhat surprised.
She had not expected him to leave her by herself. Besides, she wanted to go upstairs with Clinton. If Harm had managed to use the key to get free, then he would need help to subdue this guy.
"You won't be alone," Clinton pointed out. "Jake is here to keep you company," he said, gesturing to the dead man. "Oh, and if he bores you, you've got that lovely item on your back. It's got such an 'electric' personality! But, I'd be careful if I were you …"
He bent over, picked the sponge out of the bucket and threw it at Mac. She caught it, but water had splashed all over her in the process.
"Water and electricity don't mix." He smirked at her. "I'll be watching the monitors from upstairs. If you deviate from cleaning, … if you so much as stretch in a suspicious manner, I won't hesitate to push this button."
Clinton assured her, "It's got quite a long range, so it will activate just fine from upstairs. And with you working with water, … if you do something stupid, it will likely be the last thing you ever do."
TBC ...