Hello, hello, hello!! Here is another chapter!!! This is set after the kidnapping. It will be a little angsty!!
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Brown's Hotel
Ben came in wearing his F.B.I. coat and badge. He walked up to the front desk and said, "I need to see your manager right now."He flashed the woman his badge. She nodded frightened and walked away. The manager came out with a worried look on his face. Ben got right to business, "Do you have cameras in this hotel?" He nodded. "Great, we will need to see the surveillance from 11 pm to 1 am. We have a woman that has been kidnapped from this hotel."
The manager looked astonished, "This hotel? Are you sure?"
"Her name is under Jules Rigby with husband Steven Rigby. We don't have much time, so if you could get us those videos. Please send it to room 403. Thank you." Ben was beginning to walk away.
The manager quickly said, "Not a problem, sir. I will have them up in no time."
Ben walked to the elevator and pushed the button. It opened to find Gerald in there looking worried. He asked, "Where to, Sir?"
Ben said, "Fourth floor and hurry."
Gerald looked at Ben and asked, "Sir, if I may inquire, who are you here to see?"
Ben looked at him and said, "Steven Rigby. Have you been here all night?" Gerald nodded. "Have you seen anyone coming up to the fourth floor?" Gerald shook his head. "Not even hotel personnel?"
Gerald thought for a moment and then said, "No but the hotel personnel uses the service elevator. I am the only one who uses this one. May I ask why you are asking me these questions?"
The elevator door opened. Ben started to walk out when he said, "Jules Rigby has been kidnapped."
Gerald put his hand to his mouth in horror. "Oh my goodness. If there is anything I can do, please let me know."
Ben smiled at him and said, "You have already been a big help. If you remember anything, and I mean anything, here is my card. Call me." Gerald took the card and nodded.
Ben knocked on the door and waited for Cal to open it. When he did, Cal said nothing and walked back to the couch. "Damn, Lightman, you look like hell. Are you wet?" Cal didn't answer. "Well anyways, we are going to do everything we can to get Gillian back. First I am having the hotel send up the surveillance. We are going to see if we get lucky. I asked the man in the elevator if he saw anyone come up. He said no, but the hotel personnel use the service elevator. Hopefully they have cameras on the service elevator and the stairs. My gut feeling is that someone in the hotel is behind this. But we won't know until we see the tapes." There was a knock on the door. Ben got up and answered it. It was more F.B.I. agents and some Met officers.
"Okay Cal. The Met is here to protect you. And before you even say a word, they are not going so don't even bother." Fuming, Cal just nodded. "Second these guys are here to check the room for any kind of implants or devices." Cal didn't do anything. Ben sighed and pulled Cal to the other side of the room. "Hey man, what is going on? You have nothing to be guilty about. They would have done it if you were here anyways. Stop worrying about it and let's see what we can do to get her back."
Cal looked down and said, "I was supposed to protect her. And I failed. I turned my back on her. And, yeah, I am a little mad. In fact I am furious. I don't know where she is. I am doing nothing but sitting around and looping my thumbs. It is driving my mad."
Just then an F.B.I. agent came up and asked Cal, "Excuse me, Sir, but is this the note you found?"
Cal looked at it and then nodded. The agent was about to turn around when Ben stopped him. "Wait a minute, let me see that." The agent gave him the note and went back to the other side of the room. "'To Cal, with Love'. How did they know that your first name is Cal? Did you see anyone that knows you?"
Cal looked up and said, "The guy in charge of the club, Charles Knightly, knows me. And plus I saw an old friend at a restaurant. Why?"
Ben started to get angry, "Why didn't you tell me that you knew Charles Knightly? Are you dumb? I know you are not by the degrees on your office wall. He could be behind it all. He could have kidnapped Gillian!"
Cal began to shake his head, "No, no, he couldn't have. He is not cruel at all. I trust him."
Ben shook his head and said, "Well he probably doesn't trust you. For all we know, he played you. Damn it, man." There was another knock on the door. Ben turned to Cal and said, "Good the tapes are here."
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Gillian was staring at the television. With all of the commotion going on in the hotel room she whispered, "They will be here soon. I know they will."
"Don't count on your luck, honey. We are very careful on who we take and how we take." Gillian turned around looking shocked. "Don't be so surprised. I knew by the looks you gave me the past couple of days that you had your suspicions of me."
Gillian looked down, "I had my suspicions, but never in a million years would I think they would come true. I figured you for a motherly type, not a killer."
She smiled, "Well, what can I say, dear, you were a weak one. We take care of our weak ones ourselves; for many years now. You have to be strong to even run with our crowd. And now, you will suffer. To think, you can come into our club to try to sniff out a fink. We are much stronger and united than you think."
Gillian laughed and said, "Well you aren't that much smarter. They are looking for me and they will find me. Just you wait and see."
The older woman slapped Gillian across the face and said, "Do not talk to me unless I have asked you a question. You are beneath me." She walked over to the television and turned up the volume. She sneered, "I bet you they haven't found out one thing about where you are. You work with insignificant people with insignificant lives. They worry about themselves. It wouldn't surprise me if they left you in two days."
Gillian began to get angry, "No, they will look for me and they will find me. I have faith in them."
She slapped Gillian again and said, "They do not have faith in you, dear. They are only looking because they have to follow protocol. They don't love you and they don't need you. You are worthless. You are better off dead."
Gillian was staring down the old woman, until all of a sudden she heard Cal's voice say, "Is she stupid? Why would she do an idiotic thing like that?" She looked down at the screen to find an angry Cal. Then she looked back up to the older woman.
The woman turned off the T.V. and said, "I told you so." She saw Gillian was about to cry. "And you thought that he loved you. Look at this." She handed Gillian a picture. It was of Cal. He was kissing a beautiful woman. "You see the time stamp, 11:48 pm tonight? After he told you that he loved you, he is out with another woman. He doesn't care for you; he just wants you as a trophy. Nothing more, nothing less. Believe me; he will not be here for more than two days looking for you. He will find some other tail and chase after that one."
Gillian just looked down and cried, "It's not true, he loves me, he loves me."
The woman shook her head and walked towards the door, "He doesn't love you. He will never love you." She left grinning, without a glance back.
***
The older woman walked over to the man sitting in the chair. He grinned at her and said, "You were brilliant! I couldn't have done it better myself."
She grinned and said, "Phase one is complete. Soon, she will be feeling so lonely that she will put a gun to her head. How are we with the clean up?"
The man looked a little nervous, "Well, the bloody Americans got there before we could recover any evidence. But I am sure our guy covered his tracks."
The woman started to get angry, "Do we have any contacts in the F.B.I.?" The man shook his head. The woman sighed, "Damn, we will have to play this one by ear. We might have to speed up the process." She began to walk away, "No mistakes or weaknesses!" They saluted each other and she walked out the door.
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