A Helping Hand
“Come in,”
Mark Williamson said as Brian and Sarah stood in the entrance to their
home. Lisa and Charlie had gone across
the road to visit the Craig family, while his wife Yvonne was making some
coffee in the kitchen.
“Hey there,”
she said as they sat at the table, “how are the babies?”
“Fine – Lady
Holderness is keeping an eye on them,” Sarah said as she accepted the coffee,
and Yvonne sat down. “How are you as a
family?”
“Better than
we have a right to be,” Mark said quietly.
He looked at Sarah, in her pink v-necked sweater and black leggings,
before saying “So, how can we be of help to you?”
“Tell me,”
Brian said as he held his mug in both hands, “are you familiar with Colin
MacKenzie?”
“Yeah – he
handles personal accounts for quite a few businesses in the city. What about him?”
“Has he ever
been on your list?”
Mark and
Yvonne looked at each other, before he said “Yes – but after what happened to Jess,
we dropped him. We did not want that to
happen again and cause them further pain.”
“So you
know?”
Sarah picked
up a flat leather case and opened it, taking out a file and placing a picture
on the table. It showed a woman in her
early forties, with short brown hair, kneeling between a thirteen year old and
a nine year old girl. Both girls had
long ash blonde hair, and were wearing brown t-shirts and jeans, while their
mother wore a black dress.
“This was
taken a year or so back,” Sarah said, “Catherine MacKenzie, Jess and
Violet. Shortly after, Jess was
kidnapped, in an attempt to extort money from the family.”
“That’s
right,” Yvonne said, “and she’s never been the same since. It’s really affected Colin and Catherine as
well. What have you been told about it?”
“Barry
Hammond filled us in on some of the hidden details – Jess was kidnapped by a
psychiatrist who misused his training and skills to humiliate her and keep her
under control. She wasn’t physically
harmed, but she was treated really badly – and as a result, she’s become
completely withdrawn. She also has a
fear of anyone in that sort of position.”
“Psychiatrists
and counsellors can’t help, because of what happened to her,” Sarah said
quietly, “but if something isn’t done soon, she may end up somewhere else.”
“I can
understand that – but why tell us?”
“Some
associates of mine have become aware Colin’s company is being used as a front
for some unsavoury characters,” Brian said.
“Colin himself knows nothing, but if they are going to be dealt with we
need proof – so I want Jay Edwards and Mrs McPhee to visit them. We’ll give you the stick to allow the money
transfer – and it will also load some software discretely onto their systems
for us.”
“And the
money we take?”
“Consider it your
fee,” Brian said, “Will you do it?”
“We can do
it,” Mark said, “but Jess – I’m not sure even Mrs McPhee and Jay together will
calm her down.”
“They won’t
have to,” Sarah said quietly, “that’s my job.”
The car park
for the wood was nearly deserted as the two men stepped out of their cars and
walked over to the waiting grey van. It
was a quiet Sunday, and those who were arriving paid no attention to them as
they walked into the side and knocked on the door, slipping in as they pulled
their balaclavas down.
“Good
morning, gentlemen,” Jay Edwards said to them in his clear Geordie accent,
“thank you for assisting us today.”
“No problem
Jay – morning Mrs McPhee,” one of them said to masked woman in the grey
overalls, who was sitting watching them.
“Is this a
new recruit,” the other man said as he looked at the second masked woman.
“This is Miss
Ophelia,” Jay said, “and yes, she is a new recruit, so show her every courtesy,
gentlemen. Now, allow me to explain our
plan for today. We follow the usual procedure
– enter the home, subdue the family, and in this case wait for daddy to come
home from the golf course.
“One word of
caution – the older daughter requires very delicate handling, which is why Miss
Ophelia is here. Only produce guns if
you feel it is absolutely necessary – by all means let them know we have them,
but do not actually show them save as a last resort, understood?”
“Got it,” the
first man said, “so when do we move out?”
“Now,” Jay
said as he headed to the front of the van.
“Good luck everyone.”
The converted
farmhouse stood at the end of a tree lined lane, one Jay drove carefully
up. There was no security at the front
entrance – he knew from his research that MacKenzie wanted his home life as
normal as possible, despite what had happened before.
Stopping the
van, he slipped the balaclava back down over his head and then went into the
back.
“Right – the
older daughter usually spends the day with a family friend, so it is only
Violet and Catherine to deal with. We go
in, and we make them secure, understood?”
The four
others nodded as Jay opened the side of the van and they got out, the two men
carrying canvas bags in their gloved hands.
Jay walked up to the front door, gently pushed the handle down, and
smiled as it opened for them.
Motioning
with his hand, he allowed the others to enter first before closing the door
quietly behind him. The door opened onto
a large corridor, and at the other end he could see an open door leading to a
back yard or garden.
They walked
silently down the hallway, looking in the front rooms at either side and
finding nothing. As they looked in the
dining room, Jay smiled as he saw ten year old Violet sitting at the table,
working on something. Her ash blonde
hair was snow cut at shoulder length, and she wore a white top with black polka
tops, a black collar and elbow length sleeves, a pair of black leggings and
short black felt boots.
Walking in,
he paused for a moment, before he stood behind the young girl and gently placed
his gloved hand over her mouth. She
immediately sat up and mumbled something as she put her hands on his arm and
tried to pull it away.
“Hush, hush,”
he whispered into her ear, “don’t panic, I’m not going to hurt you, and neither
are any of my friends, but I need you to do what I tell you just now, all
right?”
The young
girl slowly nodded as he said “Good – my name’s Jay, and my friend here is Mrs
McPhee.”
The masked
woman came in as Jay helped Violet to stand up and turned her round.
“Hello
Violet,” Mrs McPhee said quietly, “Now, will you put your hands together in
front of yourself for me?” As she did
so, the masked woman took a roll of white tape from her pocket, and used it to
secure her wrists together.
“Does that
hurt,” she said as she put the tape away, smiling as Violet shook her head and
Jay removed his hand. “What are you
doing,” she said to the woman.
“We’re going
to have a great adventure today,” Mrs McPhee said as she put her arm round the
young girl’s shoulders, “why don’t you come with me and Ophelia here, and I’ll
tell you all about it.”
As the two
women led Violet into the front room, Jay signalled for one of the other two
men to check upstairs, while he and the second man went into the kitchen. Looking through the kitchen window, they saw
Catherine MacKenzie hanging washing out, her back to the window. She was wearing a white sleeveless padded
jerkin over an olive green long sleeved top that had white horizontal stripes,
and a pair of blue jeans, the legs of which were tucked into a pair of knee
length tan leather boots.
Jay motioned
to his associate to stand to one side of the door to the yard, and he stood on
the other, as Catherine picked up a basket and carried it in, not noticing
either of the men as she placed it on the table. So it came as a complete shock to her when
Jay clamped a gloved hand over her mouth, and wrapped his arm round her waist.
“Just stay
calm,” he said quietly as the associate closed and locked the kitchen door,
“nice and calm, Catherine, and no harm will come to you.”
“Whrruuu,”
she mumbled under his hand.
“My name is
Jay Edwards, and we’re going to be staying for a little while – I have some
business to discuss with your husband.
We already have your younger daughter in the front room – and I want you
to very quietly come through and join her, all right?”
As she slowly
nodded, he relaxed his grip and removed his hand, allowing her to turn round
and look at both of them.
“You promise
we will not be hurt?”
“You have my
word – shall we?”
We walked
through to the front room, where Ophelia was closing the main curtains, while
Mrs McPhee was kneeling in front of Violet.
She had removed her boots, and taped her ankles tightly together, and
was now wrapping a length of rope around her legs below her knees.”
“Are
you… Are you all right, Violet?”
“I’m a little
scared, Mum, but they haven’t hurt me.
Are they like the bad people who took Jess?”
“No, we’re
not like them Violet,” Jay said as Mrs McPhee stood up. “We do have to stop you, your mother and your
family from moving around, and later on we may have to stop you from talking
for a while, but that is as far as it will go if you behave, all right?”
“OK,” Violet
said with a smile as she waved her arms up and down. “See Mum – it really doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s
good,” Catherine said as she knelt down and hugged Violet. “I suppose I’m going to be secured as well,”
she said as she stood up.
“Regretfully
yes – but because Mummy is older and stronger, Violet, we will secure her in a
slightly different way. Later on, we can
do you the same way, all right?”
Violet nodded
as Jay said “Take your jerkin off, please, and then move your hands behind your
back.” As she did this, he took a length
of cord form his pocket and crossed her wrists, securing them tightly together
behind her back before she sat next to her daughter.
“When Jess
comes back,” she said as she watched Jay tightly bind her ankles together, the
cords squeaking on her leather clad ankles, “I want to let her in. She’s had some bad experiences, and when she
sees you…”
“I understand
– we know of her experiences,” Jay said quietly, “and we want your help to keep
her calm.” He then tied her legs tightly
together below her knees, the rope going between her legs, and stood up. “Do we have your word you’re not going to
scream or shout?”
Catherine
looked at Violet, before she nodded.
“Good – now
then, let’s see what we can watch on the television. Mrs McPhee and Ophelia will keep you company,
while my friends and I make sure the house is secure.”
Catherine
heard the sound of the car arriving in the driveway, and a glance at the clock
showed it was three in the afternoon – two hours since the masked gang had
arrived.
“It would
appear your older daughter is home,” Jay said as he untied her legs and
arms. “Mrs McPhee?”
“Violet,” the
masked woman said as she looked at the young girl, “we want Jess to be really
surprised, so I need to make sure you can’t shout out for a little while. Can you put your lips together for me?”
“Why?”
“I’m going to
put some of the same tape that is round your wrists over your mouth. It’ll stop you shouting out and ruining the
surprise – and we have a real surprise for her.
So, lips together…”
As Violet did
that, Mrs McPhee tore a length of the tape off and pushed it gently down over
her mouth and jaw. She then nodded to
Ophelia, who went and stood next to Jay as Catherine went to the front door.
She took a
deep breath and opened it to see Jess standing there. The fourteen year old girl was wearing a long
sleeved dress, with alternating black and chocolate brown stripes and a wide
tan leather belt, and knee length black leather boots.
“How has she
been today, Agnes,” they heard Catherine say to the driver of the car.
“Very quiet –
but she didn’t have any panic attacks, which is something. Same time next week?”
“Sounds good
– we’ll see you then,” Catherine said as she closed the door. As they heard the van drive off, they heard
Catherine say “Jess, I need you to be really really brave for me.”
“Why mum –
what’s happened?”
“Hello Jess,”
Jay said as he and Ophelia stepped into the hallway, “I’m sorry, but we’re in
charge of the house for the moment.”
Jess looked
at the two masked figures, and then stepped back, the palms of her hands
pressed against the wall as she whispered “No – please, not again…”
“Jess,”
Ophelia said in a soft American accent as she stepped forward, removing the
gloves from her hands, “we’re not going to hurt you, I promise you. I know you’ve been hurt by people that look
like us in the past, but see – I don’t have anything in my hands that can cause
you pain.”
Jess stared
at the masked woman, noticing the watch on her wrist as it glowed pink, and
heard her say “I want you to take my hands and hold them for a moment, will you
do that for me?”
Slowly,
filled with a fear she could not express, Jess held her hands out, but as soon
as the masked woman took hold of them she felt as if a great weight was
suddenly disappearing from her.
“Who are
you,” she said as she looked into the eyes of the masked woman.
“Call me
Ophelia,” she said as she helped Jess to step away from the wall. “Why don’t you come and sit in the kitchen
with me, and tell me all about your fears…”
As they
walked into the kitchen, Catherine stared at them and said “What’s going on?”
“Ophelia is a
very good listener,” Jay said quietly, “but we now have to get both of you
ready for your husband coming home.”
“You mean you
have to tie me up again?”
“You and, I
regret to say, Violet as well,” Jay said as he walked her back into the front
room. “Please, put your hands behind
your back.”
As she did
so, Mrs McPhee said to Violet “Would you like to be just like Mummy now?” She watched as the young girl nodded, and
said “All right – I’ll take the tape off your wrists, and then I want you to
put your hands behind your back as well.”
Violet nodded
as the tape was cut from her wrists, and then she copied her mother, watching
her as Mrs McPhee crossed and tied her wrists together behind her back, and
then felt them being forced against her back as some rope was tied around them
and her waist. Her mother was being tied
in the same way, as both of them then had rope tied around their arms and body,
holding them firmly to their sides.
As Violet
wriggled her body round, she said “fsllssfrm.”
“Yeah, I
guess we really are both going to be unable to move our arms for a while,” her
mum said as she sat next to her, Mrs McPhee cutting the tape from Violet’s legs
before she and Jay bound and the ankles and legs of both of them with more
rope. As they did so, they could hear
crying coming from the kitchen.
“Stththjs,”
Violet said as she looked at her mother.
“It is,”
Catherine said quietly, “but it’s not her crying from fear or pain – it almost
sounds as if she’s crying from relief.”
“Perhaps
Ophelia has got her talking,” Jay said in a quiet voice, “but I regret to say
we must stop you now. Put your lips
together please.”
Catherine
nodded and said “Thank you.”
“For what,”
Jay asked.
“For keeping
your word,” she said, before he taped over her mouth, Violet resting her head
on her mother’s side as they both sat there and watched the television.
An hour
later, they looked up as Jess came in – and Catherine said “Rullrtt?”
“I am mum,
probably the most all right I’ve been for months,” she said quietly. Her upper body had already been tied, her
wrists behind her back and bands of rope around her waist and chest, but she
was smiling, and didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Ophelia,”
she said as she looked at the masked woman behind her, “just let me talk about
everything, tell her everything that happened, and it just felt so good to
finally say it all. She then told me
what was happening here, and said I would have to be like you, but she let it
be my choice.”
“I’m sorry
you have to go through something like this again,” Jay said as the masked
invaders looked at Jess.
“It’s all
right – I can face this now,” she said as she sat down. “I guess you need to secure my legs and put
tape over my mouth now?”
“That’s
right,” Ophelia said as she crossed and tied her ankles together, and then
secured her legs below her knees. “Once
your father gets home, you can all be released to eat your dinner, and sit for
a while.”
“Thanks,”
Jess said as she looked at her mother and sister. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it
later,” was all she said before she put her lips together and allowed Ophelia
to cover them with the white tape.
Looking at
the clock, Jay said “It should not be too much longer.”
Colin
MacKenzie pulled up outside his home at six o’clock, noticing the grey van
parked in the driveway. “Wonder what
broke down this time,” he said as he walked in – only to be confronted by two
masked men looking straight at him when he entered the hallway.
“Hello Colin,”
Jay said as he closed the front door, “My name is Jay Edwards. We have your family as hostages, but so long
as you do exactly what we say, no harm will come to them, all right?”
As he stood
there, he heard the muffled calls from the front room, and then felt the strong
gloved hand on his shoulder. “Shall we
see how they are,” he said as he marched Colin into the room, and he saw
Catherine and Violet sitting on a couch, as well as Jess in another chair.
“OH GOD,” he
called out, “Jess, are you all right?”
“Mffndd,”
Jess mumbled as she tried to smile, “rlllymfn.”
“Shsvrrffn,”
Catherine mumbled through her tape gag, while Violet just nodded.
“All right,”
Jay said with a smile, “Mrs McPhee, will you release Catherine please so that
she may prepare their supper, and Colin here can take her place. Hands behind your back Colin – and no
swearing, shouting or screaming, do you understand?”
Colin nodded
slowly as he felt the cord around his own wrists, and watched Catherine as she
was untied by one of the masked women.
Once she was free, the second one said “Allow me to accompany Catherine,
Mrs McPhee.”
“Of course,
Ophelia darling,” Mrs McPhee said in her light Scottish voice, as Ophelia
extended her hand. Catherine slowly took
hold of it, and gasped as the masked woman said “It’s all right – we’ll talk in
the kitchen…”
As they went
through, Colin was allowed to sit next to Violet, the young girl saying
“tssfncshlyddee” as his legs were tied together.
“I don’t know
whether to be terrified of you or grateful to you,” Colin eventually said as he
pushed his plate away. “I don’t know
how, but you seem to have made Jess the young girl she was before…”
He stopped
and looked at his oldest daughter, who smiled shyly and said "before I was
kidnapped, Dad. I don’t know how either
– but just talking to Ophelia seemed to take all that hurt and pain away.”
“Me as well,”
Catherine said as she stood at the sink, “I feel like the greatest of burdens
have been lifted.”
“I’m just
glad you’re back,” Violet said from the other side of the table, “I’ve missed
your smile.”
“Well, all
that aside,” Jay said with a smile, “your father will have to go with one of my
associates in a moment to take care of some business. So say good night to him now, because I think
you will be asleep before he gets back.”
The two girls
got out of their chairs and hugged their father, before they went into the
front room with Mrs McPhee and Ophelia.
“Now,” Jay
said as the other male associate helped Catherine by drying up, “you will go with
my friend here to your offices, and log into your financial control
systems. Once you have done that, he
will arrange transfer of some funds to a different account – and then make sure
you cannot raise the alarm. Do all he
says, and your family will be perfectly safe, all right?”
He smiled as
Colin nodded, and said “Good – get your shoes and coat on, and then come back
in here.”
As he went
out, Catherine turned and said “You really are different.”
“thank you,”
Jay said with a smile as Colin came back in, and the associate bound his wrists
together behind his back.
“Here,” Jay
said as he handed him an orange USB stick, “use this, and call me when the job
is completed.” The man nodded as he put
the stick in his pocket, and then headed off with Colin.
Half an hour
later, Catherine came through with the other masked man to find Mrs McPhee and
Ophelia playing a game of scrabble, while Jay watched. “We will need to get the girls ready for bed
soon,” he said as he looked up at her, “but for now, sit, watch – Ophelia is
having a little trouble with British spelling.”
“You spell
Colour with a U,” Violet said with a giggle as she told Ophelia off again.
“All right,
all right,” Mrs McPhee said with a smile.
“Do you need the toilet Violet?”
“Yes – why?”
“I’ll take
you up, and then you can change for bed, all right?”
“Vi,”
Catherine said as she looked over, “we’ll all wear red and pink tonight, all
right?”
“Slumber
party?”
“In a way –
do that for me, will you?”
Violet nodded
as she went with Mrs McPhee, Jess smiling as she said “I’d like that – all of
us dressed the same.” She then looked at
Jay, and said “Does that mean all of us tied the same?”
“No – Violet
will be tied silently differently from you and your mother. Do not be afraid – it will not hurt.”
“I’m not
afraid – not anymore, and not if we all have to be,” Jess said with a smile.
Twenty
minutes later, Violet came back, wearing a long sleeved dusky pink pyjama top
with a heart on the front and red and pink checked pyjama bottoms. Jess then went upstairs with Ophelia,
returning a short while later in the same outfit, before Catherine went to wash
and change.
When she came
down with Jay, she went into the kitchen and made some hot chocolate, bringing
it through and sitting with her daughters while they drank it.
“Now,” Jay
said as Catherine put her mug down, “We need to make you secure for the
night. If you all will all come upstairs
with me, we’ll start with Violet.”
“No,” Jess
said quietly, “I want you to start with me.
I need to show you that I can cope with this now.”
“Very well
then, shall we?”
Picking up
one of the canvas bags, the group went upstairs, going into Jess’ room as the
other male masked intruder stood outside.
“I need you
to put your hands behind your back, Jess,” Ophelia said, and as Jess did so she
took some rope and tied her wrists tightly together, before securing them to
her waist. She then started to wrap rope
around her arms and chest, fixing them to her side.
“I want to be
tied the same way,” Violet said as she watched the ropes pulling her older
sister’s arms into her sides.
“It can be
very uncomfortable, Violet,” Mrs McPhee said, “you need to stay on your side or
your stomach.”
“Let her stay
here with me,” Jess said as she looked at her double bed, “I’ll keep an eye on
her.”
Mrs McPhee
looked at Jay, who nodded before she said “all right Violet – put your hands
behind your back please.”
Catherine
watched as her younger daughter had her wrists and arms tightly bound, while
her older daughter sat on the edge of the bed while the woman called Ophelia
tied her ankles and her legs below her knees.
Somehow, she had been able to share all her fears with the masked woman
earlier, and she had understood every single one…
“Sit next to
your sister,” Mrs McPhee said, and as Violet sat down she watched the woman tie
her legs in the same way as Jess.
“Now,” Jay
said, “we need to keep you both very quiet, so open your mouths as wide as you
can, and then close them once we put the cloth in there.”
Both girls
nodded and allowed the masked women to put the cloths in, and then use a strip
of towelling between their lips to keep it in place. Once they had closed their mouths, they then
had white medical tape wrapped around their mouths and heads, before they were
helped to lie on their sides, facing each other.
“Keep them
company,” Jay said, “while I make their mother comfortable.” He escorted Catherine out and into the master
bedroom, where eh bound her wrists behind her and her arms to her body at the
waist as well as above and below her chest.
“Will they be
all right,” Catherine said as Jay tied the ropes off behind her back, and she
wriggled round.
“They will be
– Mrs McPhee and Olivia will keep them safe and watch them until they fall
asleep, and then make sure they can breathe before they leave.”
“You really
are different, aren’t you?”
“We are – lie
down please.”
Catherine lay
on her side, stretching her now secured legs out as Jay found a scarf and
folded it into a pad. Opening her mouth
wide, she allowed herself to be gagged, the scarf in her mouth, the towelling
strip to hold it in, and the tape wound tightly around her head.
“Fnkku,” she
said as she lay with her head on the pillows, Jay covering her with her duvet.
“Relax, sleep
– all will be alright,” he said as he turned the light off, and watched from
the doorway. Catherine closed her eyes,
and soon fell asleep, allowing Jay to go downstairs where he was soon joined by
Mrs McPhee and the other man.
“Ophelia will
stay there until we go,” Mrs McPhee said, Jay nodding as they waited for the
call.
“Hey,” Brian
said as Mark came back in with Yvonne and Sarah, “How did it go?”
“At our end,
very well,” Sarah said as she shook her head.
“I think Jess and Catherine will make a full recovery now.”
“How about
with you,” Mark said as he looked at Brian.
“It worked
like a dream. My contacts have asked me
to thank you for your help in getting the monitoring package into place on
their systems – you have done a great service today.”
“Were the
kids any trouble,” Yvonne said as she poured some wine into four glasses.
“Nah – we
watched a film and then they went off to bed,” Brian said with a smile. “they’re good kids.”
“Thanks,”
Mark said as he raised his glass. “When do
you head home then?”
“Next week –
the doctor has cleared the children for flights, and the passports arrived this
morning. Listen – if we were to call
you, could you come over if we needed you?”
“Depends on
school holidays,” Mark said as he looked at Yvonne, “but if we can, we will.”
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