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Closing the barn door after her, Marianne hurried into the far corner, where she had found Heath after he had been beaten. She recalled that he never had revealed who had attacked him. The New York native was still reeling from the news that Heath was in fact Jack's son, as she tried to calm her breathing, hoping that she would be able to hear anyone approaching, Right now the only thing she could hear was the light rain drumming against the barn walls and roof.
Meanwhile, Gallows had taken the suitcases up to their lodgings at the Inn, while Phillip and Joseph sat at a table in the bar, each nursing a whiskey. The older man was aware of Phillip eyeing him suspiciously, almost waiting for him to cave in and confess to Marianne's whereabouts. The young woman who had been behind the bar when they arrived had disappeared now, and Joseph secretly hoped that she had escaped to inform Marianne and Jack of their presence.
"I've never been to West Virginia before, have you?" Phillip asked suddenly.
"No, I don't think so." Joseph replied, taking a sip of the whiskey.
"Well I must say I'm not that taken with it." Phillip remarked.
"Oh." Joseph replied.
"Hopefully we can get what we came for and be gone in a couple of days." The younger man added.
"What have we come for?" the older man asked with genuine curiosity.
"I think you know the answer to that question." Phillip replied, finishing off his whiskey.
Jack and Mickie had completed their task of removing any evidence of Marianne having been in the farmhouse, or at least that's what they were hoping to have done. Rex was seemingly oblivious to the drama unfolding, as he lay snoring lightly on one of the armchairs beside the open fire.
"I'll have to get back now." Mickie told Jack.
"What if they ask where you went?" he asked her.
"I'll tell them I had to see to the horses or something." The brunette replied.
"Be careful Mickie." Jack sighed.
"You too Jack." She replied as she climbed into the driver's seat of her truck and turned on the engine.
Jack watched as the truck roared into life and Mickie drove down the driveway and out onto the country road as the rain continued to pound down on the ground.
Mickie arrived back at the Inn and was met with questioning from Adam Copeland, whom she worked the bar with. He was a tall man with wavy blonde hair and exaggerated features, such as his large chin and wide green eyes that could either be innocent or menacing. He had a reputation in the town as being a ladies man, following a string of affairs. The pretty brunette had managed to avoid his advances thus far, although perhaps because he knew she was holding a torch for their boss Chris Irvine.
"What was the problem?" Adam frowned.
"The gate was blown down in the bad weather. I couldn't have my horses escaping, could I?" Mickie replied with as much innocence as she could muster up.
"Sometimes, I can't decide whether you love those horses more than you could love any man." The blonde winked.
"Adam!" she giggled and shook her head, walking into the back room to fix her bedraggled hair before serving customers.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr Phillip Brooks." Came a voice.
"That table over there." Adam replied.
"Thank you." The voice added.
Phillip had already ordered another whiskey, while Joseph was still drinking the first one. Gallows sat at the other side of the older man, sipping from a pint of ale. There was a distinct lack of conversation, although Joseph had nothing to say to either of the men he was sitting with. He had noticed that Phillip kept looking towards the door of the bar, as if her were expecting someone to walk in. Suddenly a disturbing smirk broke across the younger man's face as another man approached the table.
"You must be Mr Orton." He said.
"Randal Orton." The young man nodded, giving a smirk of his own.
"You have my information then?" Phillip raised a brow.
"You have my money?" Randal asked in turn.
"Patience. Money after I get my information." Phillip replied, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sickening smirk.
"I can take you right to her." Randal told him.
Joseph's eyes widened. This man was selling out his daughter…
Mickie arrived back behind the bar and felt her stomach lurch as she saw Randal Orton leading the trio of men out of the Inn and towards a car. That charming young man that she had encouraged Marianne to go out with had just sold her out to her evil fiancé.
She had to think of something, fast.
Marianne felt her heart pounding in her chest as she sat among the hay bales in the barn. She had said a silent prayer, that at least her father was still alive. Suddenly the brunette heard footsteps and realised that there was someone in the barn. An unexpected roar of thunder caused an involuntary whimper to escape her lips as she cowered in the corner. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as a hand grabbed her by the arm… The game was up, she had been found by Phillip.
"Marianne, it's me." Came a familiar whisper.
"Heath?" she gasped, slowly opening her eyes and seeing the redhead standing there.
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So, you know who sold out Marianne, but that's certainly not the end of it...
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