The Williamsons and the Widow
“Well,
Alexander, I don’t think there will be a major problem with arranging this,”
Mark Williamson said as he looked over the papers. “How is your father, by the way?”
“Recovering –
it was a scare, thank God, but he’s a fighter.”
“So I hear,”
Mark said as he closed his case. “I’ll have
the papers drawn up and delivered to your office in the morning.”
“Thank you,”
Alexander Holderness said as he stood up and shook Mark’s hand. “Allow me to show you out.”
He opened the
door of the library at Holderness Manor, and allowed Mark to walk through
before he closed the door. As they stood
in the hallway, a tall short haired man came down the stairs, taking to a slim
woman with long blonde hair.
“She needs a
few more weeks rest, but honestly Brian, she’s doing fine – oh hello
Alexander,” the woman said as they came to the bottom of the stairs.
“Mark, I
believe you met Brian at the wedding, but this is Dr Kayla Smith, a friend of
his and Sarah’s.”
“Of course,”
Mark said as he extended his hand, “I hear congratulations are in order?”
“Thank you,”
Brian said as he gripped Mark’s hand firmly, “mother and babies doing
fine. Kayla came over from the States to
be with us for the birth.”
Mark smiled
as he nodded to the young woman. “Well,
I must be going, but I hope you find fatherhood as exciting and satisfying as I
do.”
“Oh I think I
can guarantee that,” Brian said as he watched Alexander walk Mark out of the
manor house.
“Nice man,”
Kayla said as she looked at him.
“Yeah,” Brian
said quietly, “I just wish I knew why he puts me on edge a bit.”
“You’re
naturally suspicious,” Kayla said with a smile.
“Yeah –
that’s probably it, with a healthy dash of fear about them,” he said as he
looked up the stairs.
As he pulled
up outside his home, Mark looked in the rear view mirror to see John and
Jennifer Craig fetching the twins from their car. They were growing up so fast now, and as for
Cassie and Jenny, their older daughters, they too were looking a lot older.
He remembered
the first time her had met both of them, when as Jay Edwards he had spent the
night with them, much against his better judgement, while one of his associates
made John make a large withdrawal from one of his firm’s overseas
accounts. It had been one of only two
times he had broken his own rule about no friends or family – that second time
being both an educational and a difficult time for him and the three men he had
picked to help them. All three had been
arrested, and convicted of kidnapping and extortion, but they had kept him out
of the picture.
He selected
those he worked with very carefully, and the compensation he offered was more than
sufficient to ensure their silence. All
three would have a large account waiting for them when they served their
sentence.
As he walked
into the house, he could hear Lisa and Charlie talking in the kitchen, while
his wife Yvonne came and gave him a kiss.
“Long day,”
she said as he picked up the letters from the small table.
“Not really,
just up to Holderness Manor and back,” he said as he looked at one in
particular, addressed to him by hand and with a London postmark. Putting the others down, he opened it and
took out a single sheet of paper, on which he read the following message.
“We need to
talk, Mister Edwards. Call.”
There was a
number underneath, which Mark showed to Yvonne.
“What the…” she said, “who talked?”
“I don’t
know,” Mark said as they walked into the kitchen, and he switched on the ring
on the gas hob, setting the paper and envelope alight and then depositing the
burning ashes into the sink, “but I will find out.”
“Mister
Williamson?”
Mark looked
up from his desk as his secretary stood at the door.
“Your three
o’clock appointment is here.”
Looking at
his desk diary, Mark saw “John Smith, new client” pencilled in.
“Who made
this appointment,” he said as he looked at his secretary.
“I’m not sure
– but they’re here now. I can find out
while you talk to them?”
“Very well,”
Mark said as he stood up and put his jacket on.
His secretary showed in a very tall and very well built man, his suit
obviously tailored to suit his body shape.
He had close cropped brown hair, and his eyes darted around the room as
he shook Mark’s hand.
“Forgive me,
Mister Smith,” he said as he indicated the chair at the other side of his desk,
“normally if I have a new client I prefer to talk on the phone before I meet
face to face, but this appointment was obviously made at the last minute.”
“That’s
perfectly all right,” Mister Smith said as he sat down, “you are a busy man, Mister
Williamson, and it can be difficult to find time in your diary to have a
meeting.”
“Indeed,”
Mark said as he looked at the client.
Something, he wasn’t quite sure what, was putting him on edge about him.
“So, what can
I do for you?”
“We wish to
arrange the safe and secure transfer of funds from one account to another, and
my contacts tell me you are the perfect man for the job.”
“Well, I
would also normally ask for references as well,” Mark said quietly, “but
exactly how much are we talking about.”
“Several
hundred thousand pounds.”
“In that
case, I definitely do need details of your company and references before I can
proceed.”
“That might
be problematic,” Mister Smith said as he leaned forward, “Jay.”
Mark
Williamson looked across his desk at the man, before he said “I’m sorry, who is
Jay? As you are aware, Mister Smith, my
name is Mark Williamson.”
“That’s all
right, you can be your public face if you want, but I know you are also Jay
Edwards,” Mister Smith said as he sat back in his chair, “In fact, we’ve been
keeping an eye on you for quite some considerable time.”
“Mister
Smith,” Mark said as he stood up, “I have no idea who you think I am, but I
assure you, I am a director of this accountancy firm. Nothing more, nothing less. I have only heard the name Jay Edwards in
conversation with friends.”
“Oh we know
how good you are,” Mister Smith said quietly.
“Sit down, Mister Williamson – at least listen to what I have to say.”
“Mister
Smith, unless you have a genuine piece of business to discuss…”
“I said sit
down, Mister Williamson.”
Mark could
see a steely look in the eyes of Mister Smith, so he said “Well, if you insist
on wasting my time, my bill is still the same.
Go on.”
Mister Smith
smiled, a smile that would not look out of place on Shere Khan. “You are very, very careful, and very, very
successful and I applaud that. Jay
Edwards is a rare commodity – a bank robber who never hurts anyone, never
leaves a trail, and has never been seen without the mask. But we have a lot of contacts, and a lot of
patience, and we have been watching you for some considerable time.
“We
particularly liked your last visit – getting both parents to make large
extractions from the accounts of their business shows the planning mind of a
genius. We followed you from the time
you left your home and your children in the care of their friend’s parents, to
the return the next morning. From the
collection of your associates and right through to the day after. Very, very impressive.”
“Mister
Smith,” Mark said as he looked directly at him.
“I am not this Jay Edwards. In
fact, I can prove I’m not this character.”
“Oh,” Mister
Smith said quietly, “how?”
“Because I
have been a victim of him and his associates,” I said quietly. “They visited me some months ago, held my
wife, my children and some friends of theirs hostage, and forced me to make some
quite substantial withdrawals of my own from this company’s accounts. It is not a night I care to remember –
especially as I ended up in the A&E department of the local hospital that
night.”
Mister Smith
looked on impassively as Mark quietly continued. “If I was this Jay Edwards character, as you
seem to believe I am, would I seriously place my own family in danger, as well
as that of a close friend? Would I allow
myself to be beaten up and assaulted?
Would I really have robbed myself?
You can look at police records, ask my family, ask my neighbours – they
will all tell you I am not this man.
Now, unless you have any further business you wish to discuss?”
Mister Smith
looked again round the office, before he stood up. “No, I think you have made your view
perfectly clear, Mister Williamson. We
shall, I am sure, discuss this further at some point. I think I can find the way out.”
Mark watched
as he left the office, shaking his head before he heard the telephone ringing.
“Mark
Williamson?
“Oh hi Yvonne
– everything all right at home?
“Well, it
should be all right, but remember I have to come into the office on Saturday
morning to sort out the fun day. After
that, however, I think we’re fine.
“I’ll see you
in an hour or two,” he said before he put the phone down. Mark considered for a moment whether or not
to tell his wife about his last meeting, but shook his head.
“No,” he
thought to himself, “I don’t think there is any need to.”
“Hey Cassie –
you’re staying for the weekend I hear.”
Lisa
Williamson embraced her friend Cassie Craig in her arms as she and her sister
Jenny came into the house.
“Thanks for
having us,” the young girl said as she
looked round. “Where’s Charlie?”
“In his room,
doing his homework, and under instructions not to disturb any of you this
morning,” Mark said as he came down the stairs, wearing a blue v-necked
pullover on top of a blue shirt, dark trousers and casual shoes.
“Mark, I
can’t thank you enough for doing this,” John Craig said as he stood in the
doorway, “Mum has no problem with the twins, but all three of them would have
been a handful given she spends a lot of her time at the manor house just now.”
“Like I said,
not a problem. When are you heading
off?”
“Now,” John
said as he turned round.
“I need to
get going too,” Mark said to Lisa.
Yvonne came through and said “all right – you’ll be back for lunch?”
“Should be –
see you all later,” he said as he went out of the front door, closing it behind
him. He waved to Jennifer Craig in their
car as John got behind the wheel and set off, before getting into his own car
and heading to the office.
“Come on
upstairs with me,” Lisa said as she took Cassie’s hand, “I’ve got something to
show you.” The two younger girls went up
the staircase as Jenny said “I hope you don’t mind, but I have an essay to
finish.”
“You can use
the kitchen table if you don’t mind me doing the washing,” Yvonne said as they
went into the kitchen. Yvonne was
dressed casually, in a pair of black jogging pants and an old Great North Run
shirt, as well as a pair of sneakers.
Jenny was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a grey sweatshirt.
“So what is
the essay on,” Yvonne said as Jenny took out a pad of paper, and set it on the
table.
“D H Lawrence
– great author or dirty story teller?”
“Depends on
your viewpoint,” Yvonne said as she picked up a pile of clothes. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She carried
the clothes up the staircase and went into Charlie’s room. “Working hard or hardly working,” she said as
she saw her young son on his computer.
“Hardy har
har,” he said as he turned round and smiled.
“I’m designing a poster for the sports day – what do you think?”
Yvonne looked
over the shoulder of Charlie and smiled.
“Not bad – you’ll be an artist yet.”
“Why thank
you,” he said as he went back to work.
The ten year old boy had a blue and white striped t-shirt on with a pair
of khaki shorts, socks and trainers, as he kicked his legs to and fro under the
chair.
Yvonne then
took the pile through to twelve year old Lisa’s room. She and Cassie were lying on the bed, kicking
their legs up and down as they watched a DVD.
Cassie had a pair of pink and white striped leggings on with a pink
t-shirt, while Lisa had a pair of black leggings under her denim shorts and a
black polo neck shirt.
Going to her
bedroom, Yvonne collected the dirty shirts from the laundry basket, and then
carried them down to the kitchen. Jenny
was concentrating on her essay, as she opened the door that led to the garage
and the washing machine.
“Not a
fucking word – get in and face down on the floor, bitch!”
Jenny looked
up as four armed men ran into the kitchen, one of them forcing Yvonne to the
floor as another said “Keep that trap of yours shut girlie,” a sawn off shotgun
aimed at her head. They were all dressed
in black jackets and trousers, and none of them were masked.
“Please,
don’t hurt us,” Yvonne cried out as she heard the screams from up the stairs,
and the rasping sound as a plastic zip tie was used to force her wrists
together behind her back.
Jenny was
having her wrists secured with one as well, as they both heard footsteps coming
down the stairs. Cassie, Lisa and
Charlie were marched through the kitchen, their hands behind their backs and
strips of brown plaster pressed down over their mouths, as Yvonne and Jenny
were forced to their feet.
“Who the hell
are you,” Yvonne screamed, only to feel the sting of a gloved hand as it was
brought down on her cheek, and then the pull on her skin as she was gagged with
a strip of plaster.
She looked to
the door as a tall well built man with close cropped brown hair came in. “Get them out of here,” he said as Jenny, now
also silenced with plaster over her mouth, and Yvonne were dragged out. “I’ll
wait to speak to Mark Williamson.”
The two were
pushed into the back of a van, looking at the three younger children as the
door was slammed shut and they drove off at speed. Jenny and Cassie looked at each other, as
Yvonne started shaking.
“NO!!!”
Brian turned
to see his wife sit bolt upright in her chair.
“Hey – are
you all right,” he said as he looked at her, “I thought you were just having a
catnap.”
“I… I’m not
sure,” Sarah said as she looked at the two seats in front of her. “I had a dream…”
“A
dream? What sort of dream?”
“The worst
kind,” Sarah said as she looked at the green glow of her watch.
“Oh no,”
Brian said in a whisper, “did you make out any details?”
“No – but can
you get Kayla? We need to know what I
can and cannot do, just in case.”
Jenny glared
at the two men as they were pushed into a cellar, turning to look at them as
the five stood in a line.
“Your little
home from home,” one of the men said as he grabbed several lengths of rope, “so
who’s going to be first.”
Cassie looked
at Lisa and Charlie, who were standing next to their mother and shaking, before
she stepped forward and mumbled “mfrst” through the tape gag.
“Ndm” Jenny
said as she stood next to her sister, before turning and saying “Kpclm” to the
other three.
“Brave kids,”
the second man said as he took a length of rope from his partner, “wonder if
they know what’s going to happen?”
“Less talk –
I want them unable to move so that we can go and get some coffee,” the first
man said as they doubled over the rope, and started to tightly bind their arms to
their sides, the two girls looking at each other.
Yvonne
watched, marvelling again at the courage of the Craig children as the men
passed more ropes under their arms and around the back of their necks. In all the times she had visited families as
Mrs McPhee, she had always treated the families as if they were their own
children, and here these two were, as the zipties were cut away and their
wrists re-tied with the rope, not showing any fear as this was done to them.
“Lktthtm,”
she whispered to Charlie and Lisa, “fllwwtheecsmpl, llrt?”
The two
children nodded as Jenny and Cassie were pushed onto two dirty mattresses, and
their legs bound tightly at the ankles, below the knees and round their thighs.
The two men
smiled, an evil smile as they looked at the Williamson family. “Your turn,” the man said as they picked up
more rope, “who’s going to be first?”
Yvonne looked
at the children and then stepped forward, looking at Jenny and Cassie as the
men began to bind her. She was then
pushed onto another mattress, forced to watch as her legs were bound tightly,
the coarse rope biting into her flesh and rubbing against her skin as she
watched Lisa and Charlie being bound in the same way.
“Right –
they’re not going anywhere,” the man said as they walked to the door.”
“Plsssdsmfngfrs,”
Jenny said as she looked at them.
“What do you
want,” the man said as he turned and looked at her.
“Cnurmvvthtp?”
“Nobody’s
going to hear them,” the second man said as he pointed to a camera in the
wall. “We’re watching everything you do,
understand?”
Jenny nodded
as the plaster was pulled away from her mouth, the others wincing as they too
were ungagged.
“Can we get
some water,” Yvonne panted.
“Later,” the
man said, “when Mister Smith gets back from talking to your husband. Now behave – or we do something worse.” The two men walked out, slamming the door
shut behind them as Cassie heard a lock turn.
“Well,” she
said as she looked at Jenny, “this is another fine mess you’ve got us into.”
“How can you
joke,” Yvonne said as she looked at them.
“Defence
mechanism,” Jenny said as she looked round the room, “until we find out what’s
going on here.”
“Kids,
Yvonne, I’m home,” Mark Williamson said as he came into the house.
When there
was no reply, Mark walked into the kitchen – stopping as he saw Mister Smith
sitting at the kitchen table, stirring a mug of coffee.
“Hello Mister
Williamson,” he said as he looked up, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What are you
doing in my house,” Mark said as he reached for his mobile phone.
“I wouldn’t
do that – if you do, you will have five deaths on your conscience.”
Mark stopped
with his phone in his hand, and looked at the man.
“Where is my
wife and the children?”
“Safe – for
now. Sit down Jay – or if you insist,
Mark – and listen to what I have to say.”
“What have
you done to them,” Mark said as he stepped forward.
“I said sit
down,” Mister Smith said, firmly, as he looked at him. “I told you, we have been watching you for a
very long time.”
“And I told
you, I’m not this Jay Edwards character.
I’ve been robbed by him, why would I do that to myself?”
“To cover
your tracks when your associates tried to do something by themselves,” Mister
Smith said as he sipped his coffee.
“Tell me, did it ever occur to you as strange that no matter how firm
your instructions are, this one time they did not bind the wrists of the target
as they took them to their place of work?”
Mark looked
at the man, sitting down as he did so.
“I would not know – as I said, I only know of the one time he held my
family hostage, and he warned me on the telephone what would happen if I did
not return.”
“Quite,”
Mister Smith said as he took another drink and put the mug down. “I also know you very politely, and very
firmly, fired the man who beat you up.
Did you know it was actually his idea to hit your family?”
“I would not
know – I only remember his fist and the pistol whipping that man gave me,
whoever he was.”
“He works for
me – in fact, he always worked for me.”
Mister Smith looked at Mark, before saying “and unless you do exactly
what I say, he will be the one who kills your wife, your children, and the
Craig children.”
“You
bastard,” Mark said as he stood up suddenly.
“Sit down,”
Mister Smith said as he took out his cell phone and showed Mark a picture of
the five hostages in a cellar. “Now, we
want you to force Alexander Holderness to transfer one million pounds from Red
Ribbon Shipping to the account on this stick.
You will do it tonight – you will assemble your team, but one of them
will be my man. When the transaction is
successfully completed, your family and the other girls were will be released.”
He put the
memory stick on the table, and said “I’ll be waiting” before he walked out,
Mark staring at the little white stick as the door closed.
“No – I’m
sorry, Sarah, no way are you fit enough yet to go back on active duty.”
Sarah and
Brian looked at Kayla, as she said “Do you want me to call Anne, get her and
Chloe over here?”
“Not yet –
hopefully it’s just my hormones,” Sarah said quietly. “I’m going to have a lie down.”
As she left
the room, Brian looked at Kayla. “It’s
not her hormones, is it?”
Kayla slowly
shook her head. “No it’s not. I’m calling Anne.”
Mark stared
at the stick for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only ten minutes
before he stood up and went quickly up the stairs to his home office. Unlocking a filing cabinet, he took out a
mobile phone and dialled a number, thinking hard as he did so.
“This is Jay
Edwards,” he said in his Geordie accent, “I need some information from
you. What do you know of a tall, well
built man in our fraternity called Mister Smith – Mister John Smith?”
He listened
on the phone for a few minutes, nodding as his contact told him what he
knew. “Yeah – yeah I got that,” he
finally said, “not a man you would business with either, by the sound of
things.
“No, no it’s
all right, but I appreciate the offer – I had heard of him in passing, and was
curious. Thanks.”
Ending the
call, Mark sat back and put his hands over his face. He had to come up with a plan that would
enable him to look as if he was playing along, but give him time to get the
upper hand and find out where they were being held hostage.
Eventually,
he picked up a mobile phone and consulted a little black book before dialling
“This is
Jay,” he said into the phone.
“Rendezvous point 4, 6 tonight – and if your friend harms a hair on
their heads, I’ll kill you.”
“How are
they?”
The two men
looked round as Mister Smith came into the room, and looked at the monitor
screens. He could see the five of them
seated on the mattresses, talking to each other.
“Wonder what
they’re saying?”
“Doesn’t
matter – I’m not interested, and they’re not going to tell anyone, are
they? Have they asked for anything?”
“Water.”
“Well, let’s
give them water.”
Yvonne looked
up as the two men walked in, the tall one who had spoken to her in the house
following them in.
“I hope your
husband is being a good boy, Mrs Williamson,” he said as he looked at all five
of them, “for all of your sakes.”
“Please,
what’s this all about? You’re scaring
the children – and me.”
“Oh I think
you know, Mrs Williamson – but that’s not why we’re here. Get them ready.”
Yvonne gasped
as she was pulled off the mattress and made to lie face down on the floor, one
of the men pulling her ankles back so that her heels almost touched her bottom
as the other used a length of rope to bind them tightly to her chest ropes. She watched as they did the same to the four
children, Lisa yelping with pain while Charlie bit his bottom lip to stop
himself saying something. Only Cassie
and Jenny said nothing, as they faced each other in a circle on the floor.
“You wanted
some water,” the tall man said, “give them some water.”
They watched
as the two guards left the room, returning with a dog bowl in each hand. They placed one of the bowls in front of each
of the children, before one was placed in front of Yvonne.
“What the
hell is this about,” Yvonne said as she looked at the tall man, “You expect us
to lap the water like dogs.”
“Why not –
you’re all that is to me and my associates.
A family of dogs that serve only one purpose – to get your husband to do
what we want.”
“And what
happens after that?”
The man
looked at her and the children, before he said “What do you think?” He turned and left the room with the other
two, Yvonne staring at the door in shock as she heard the lock turn.
“No,” she
finally whispered, “oh sweet Jesus no….”
“Mum? Mum, what’s wrong,” Lisa said as Yvonne
started to cry and shake, saying “no” repeatedly under her breath.
“Mrs
Williamson.”
Yvonne looked
over at Jenny, her eyes red as tears started to flow.
“Mrs
Williamson,” Jenny said calmly, “I know this is a frightening thing, but Cassie
and I have been through something like this before several times, and we have
survived. Trust me, we will get through
this.”
“How can you
say that, Jenny dear,” Yvonne sobbed,
“You heard what he said.”
“Yes I did,”
Jenny said quietly, “and I think I need to tell you a secret. This time, they have picked completely the
wrong family to try and do this to.”
“Mum, what is
going on,” Charlie said as she tried to move his legs.
“All of you,”
Jenny said as she looked at Cassie, “the first thing is not to show them we’re
afraid, that is exactly what they want.
Drink the water, no matter how much you don’t want to do it this way –
I’m going to tell you a very big secret.
One not even Cassie really knows…”
She was walking up the driveway to
Wissenden Hall, the darkening sky illuminated by the lights shining through the
curtains. As she opened the door, she
could hear muffled cries coming from the main room to the left, so she went in
to see what was happening.
She could see Suzanne and Susan
Holderness, and a woman she recognised as their housekeeper, Mrs Boyle, sat in
a row on the couch. All three were ready
for bed – Suzie in her pink pyjamas, Susan in a light blue nightdress, and Mrs
Boyle in a pair of white silk pyjamas.
All three were bound, bands of rope holidng their arms tightly to their
sides, as well as their ankles and legs below the knees. Bands of white tape went around their heads,
covering their mouths, but it was obvious there was something else under them.
A masked man, dressed in blue
overalls, was watching over them, a black balaclava allowing her to see only
his eyes and lips. She placed her hand
on his shoulder and pulled him round, but was surprised to see tears in his
eyes, and a quiver as he spoke in a sing song accent.
“Please – help my family, I’m doing
this for them.”
She could hear the sincerity, the
concern, the fear in his voice, but then the scene changed, and she stood
outside an old two storey building made of red brick. She pushed open the front door, to see three
men walking towards her from a room on the other side. One was tall, well built and well dressed,
and the other two were thugs, but they were laughing as they walked away.
She started to walk towards the door,
afraid of what she might see, but inexorably drawn to it. Looking in, she saw three girls, a boy and an
older woman, lying on mattresses. She
thought she knew the woman, but she could also see her lifeless eyes, and the
single bullet hole in the side of her skull.
They all had been shot, and as she
turned the oldest girl towards her, she saw the lifeless eyes of Jenny Craig
looking straight at her…
“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Brian and
Kayla turned as Sarah woke up, screaming and shaking as she looked at her
watch.
“I know
what’s going to happen – we have to stop it.”
“When,” Brian
said as he looked at her.
“Tonight –
now.”
“Then we have
a problem,” Kayla said, “Anne can’t get here with Chloe for twenty four hours,
and you are in no state to go back to active duty.”
“We don’t
have a choice – we’ll just have to find a different way. What time is it?”
Brian looked
at his watch. “Five in the afternoon –
why?”
“Get me a
phone, the first thing we need to do is call Alexander.”
Jenny looked
at the four others, and took a deep breath.
She knew this was sharing a great secret, but she also knew she had to
keep them all calm.
“Cassie and I
have a very good friend who you have met, Mrs Williamson – her name is Sarah.”
“Yes – I met
her at the Manor house a few weeks ago.
Mark told me that she had just given birth to twins.”
Jenny nodded,
and then lapped some water from the bowl.
“Do the same – we can’t let them see us not doing it, or there may be
more trouble.”
“How much
more trouble could we be in – they’re going to k…”
“No,” Cassie
said quietly, “they’re not.”
“How can you
be sure?”
“Because
Sarah is a very special woman. Cassie,
remember when we first met her at Aunt Jessie’s house?”
Cassie nodded
and said “Yeah – that man with the scarf round his face came in, and she just
looked at him. He went all pale and ran
off.”
Jenny nodded
and said “that’s right. You see, Mrs
Williamson, Sarah has a very special talent that means if she wants, she can
frighten someone so much they give up what they are doing. She used it that day to scare someone away
who was threatening us – and she uses it to help people who are in very real
and dangerous trouble.”
“I don’t
understand,” Yvonne said as she looked at Charlie and Lisa, “what can one woman
do?”
Jenny looked
at Cassie, and then said quietly “she can save the lives of my mother, my
aunts, my grandmother, and the Holderness women all at the same time.”
“WHAT?”
Jenny looked
at Cassie, and said quietly “I’m sorry, Cass – I’ll explain everything later.”
Yvonne looked
hard at Jenny for a few minutes. She had
heard rumours on the grapevine of an incident at Holderness Manor a year or two
ago. A gang she and Mark despised,
called the Scorpions, had tried to rob Holderness Manor, before something
happened and they were all caught.
One of their
associates had heard a story that they had all been driven insane when a woman
dressed in pink leather appeared from nowhere.
She had never believed it, but was it possible…
“Mrs
Williamson?”
Yvonne shook
her head and said “sorry – are you saying that Sarah is some sort of secret
agent?”
“I’m saying,”
Jenny said, “that whoever this bunch are, they have picked the wrong family to
mess with – and I am saying if we all stay calm, I do believe we will come
through all this. Charlie, Lisa, trust
me when I say this.
“Someone will
come and rescue us.”
In the room,
Mister Smith watched as they talked.
Hearing his mobile phone, he took it out and said “Yeah?
“All right –
keep me informed.” Ending the call, he
said “Jay is going to do it, now we sit back and wait.”
Sarah leaned
over and gently kissed the sleeping boy and girl on their foreheads.
“Mummy will
be home real soon,” she said as she zipped up the pink fleece she was wearing,
and walked out of the nursery, joining Brian and Kayla at the bottom of the
stairs.
“Mrs Bridges,
please – not a word to Lady Holderness.
She has enough to worry about.”
The
housekeeper nodded as they walked out and climbed into a car, heading off down
the driveway.
The car park
was emptying as the grey van drove in and stopped near the far corner. The
driver looked round nervously as three men in overalls got out of their cars
and walked over, then took a deep breath and climbed into the back as they came
in.
“Evening
Jay,” one of them said as he came in, “This a last minute decision?”
“An
unexpected opportunity came up,” Jay Edwards said in his Geordie accent. “We will be moving in high society here, so
on your best behaviour boys.”
“Mrs McPhee
not joining us,” one of them said, as Jay looked hard at him.
“No – she’s a
bit tied up with other things,” Jay said quietly. “Now, I know the place we’re going to, so as
always, follow orders, and do what I tell you to do. Let’s go.”
An hour
later, the grey van pulled up outside the front door of Wissenden Hall, Jay
looking at the large front doors.
“All right,
all three of you ready?”
The men
nodded as they picked up their guns and bags, Jay stepping out and taking the
lead as they walked up to the front door.
Knocking hard, he took a deep breath and then smiled as the door was
opened by Alexander Holderness.
“Yes, can I
help…”
“Forgive the
intrusion Mister Holderness,” Jay said as he walked in, the three men
following, “but we have some business that we need to discuss. Where are your family?”
“My… My wife
and daughter are in there,” he said as he pointed to the front room.
“Well then,
we need to talk to them,” Jay said as they walked in with Alexander, who was
wearing a v-necked sweater over a white t-shirt and jeans. Suzie was sitting on the couch, in a white
smock top, blue leggings and white socks, while her mother was in the armchair,
wearing a pair of jeans and a grey sweatshirt.
“OH my god,”
Suzie said as she looked up, “you!”
“Hello again
Suzie,” Jay said quietly, “Forgive the intrusion, but I am afraid I need to do
some business with your father. Remember
last time?”
Suzie nodded
as she said “So you’re going to tie us up now?”
“With deep
regret, yes,” Jay said as one of the men produced some rope and pulled
Alexander’s hands behind his back.
“Don’t worry – you know I won’t let you or your family come to any
harm.”
He watched as
the other two men used rope to secure Susan and Suzie’s upper bodies, ankles
and legs with rope. “Shall we gag them
as well Jay,” one of them said as he stood up.
“No – Suzie
knows to be quiet,” Jay said as he took Alexander’s arm. “Show me to your office – you watch the
ladies, and you two,” he said to the other masked men, “check to see if anyone
else is home. If they are, bring them
here.”
They nodded
and headed up the stairs as Alexander said “This way” and he indicated the far
side of the hallway. The two men walked
over, and Jay opened the office door, Alexander going in before him.
As he closed
the door, he heard a man with an Australian accent say “So this is Jay
Edwards?” He turned to see Brian
standing behind him, his finger to his lips as he said “We know what’s going on
– and we want to help.”
Jay stared at
the tall Australian, before looking at Alexander and saying “Who is this,
Mister Holderness? Doesn’t he appreciate
the situation you are in?”
“He does,” a
female voice said, and Jay turned to see a dark haired woman sitting on the
other side of the office, wearing a pink fleece and leggings, “but I don’t think
you appreciate your situation, Mr Edwards.”
“Who the hell
are you two,” Jay said in his soft accent as he looked at them, and started to
draw his gun.
“Not a good
idea,” Brian said as he put his hand on Jay’s shoulder, a feeling like an
electric shock passing through Jay that made him drop the gun. Looking at Sarah, she saw him stare over his
shoulder and say “Brian?”
“Nothing,”
Brian said as she let go of Jay’s shoulder, and pulled his hands behind him,
securing his wrists with a zip tie. “You,
sit there and don’t move while I take care of your friends, and then we’ll
talk.”
“But you
don’t…”
“If I was
you,” Sarah said as she untied Alexander’s arms, and then picked up the gun,
“I’d do what he says.” Brian nodded as
he left them, and slipped quietly into the hallway.
He stopped
and listened, before heading quietly over to the front room, where Susan and
Suzie were sitting watching the man standing in front of them. He silently walked up to him and pressed his
fingers to the side of his neck, smiling as he slowly crumpled to the ground
unconscious.
“All right,”
Brian said to the two bound captives, “Alexander is safe – Sarah is with him
and this Jay Edwards. Keep quiet while I
take care of the other two.”
“All right –
you three keep quiet while I take care of these two.”
“Just don’t
hurt them,” Yvonne said as Charlie and Lisa were dragged away to a toilet. The five of them had eventually been untied
and allowed to eat and drink, before Yvonne, then Jenny and Cassie, were taken
to a toilet and allowed to take care of themselves.
Mister Smith
was standing in the corner, his arms folded as he looked at them.
“Tell the
truth,” Yvonne said as she stared back, “even if my husband does the things you
ask him to do, are you going to let us go free?”
The tall man
smiled – an evil smile, as he said “I think you already know the answer to
that, don’t you Mrs Williamson?”
Yvonne
blanched, as she said “But they’re just children – please…”
“If I was
you,” he said as he straightened up and looked over, “I’d not let that fear
show. Don’t want to scare the kiddies,
do we?”
“You’re the
one who needs to be scared,” Jenny said quietly, “you have no idea what you are
doing, or what you have unleashed.”
“Really,
little girl,” Mister Smith said as he grabbed Jenny’s shoulder, and looked into
her eyes. “Then you can be first – turn
round.” He forced Jenny to face the
others and yanked her arms behind her back, arranging them in a box before he
started to tie her wrists to her elbows.
“Remember –
be brave,” Jenny said with a grunt as he pulled one rope tight, “we’ll be all
right…”
“There’s
nobody else here Jay,” one of the two masked men said as he came into the front
room. Susan and Suzanne were both still
sitting there, but there was no sign of the third guard.
“I’ll stay
here,” he said to the other man, “you go and see if he’s in the other room with
Jay.”
The masked
intruder nodded as he walked across the hallway – only to collapse as Brian
grabbed him and pinched the nerve endings in his neck, and lowered him gently
to the floor.
“Hey – who
the hell are you,” the third man said as he walked into the hallway, and aimed
his gun at Brian. He watched as the tall
Australian walked forward, a smile on his lips as he said “Now, from what I
have read of Mr Edwards and his associates, you never use force unless you have
to. Do yourself a very big favour –
don’t try it in this case.”
The man
stared at him, before lowering his gun.
“Night night,” Brian said as he pinched his neck, and then carried both
men down to the cellar.
Walking back
up, he opened the office door and said “All right – the threat is
neutralized. You can come out now.”
Alexander
came out, his hand on Jay’s arm as Sarah followed them, and they walked into
the front room.
“Thanks to both
of you for playing along,” Sarah said as Alexander untied his wife and
daughter. “Don’t worry – nothing else
will happen to you tonight.”
“I’m really
sorry, Mr Edwards,” Suzie said as she looked at him, “but I can’t let you hurt
my daddy.”
“That’s all
right, Suzie,” Jay said with a smile, “you did the right thing.”
“Alexander,”
Brian said quietly, “I want you to take Susan and Suzie out for an hour or two
– I’ll call you when we are done here.”
“Are you
sure?”
“I’m sure,”
Brian said as he looked at Jay and Sarah.
“We’ll be fine – on you go.”
“Let’s go,
girls,” Alexander said as they left the room, and Sarah stood next to Jay.
“Do you want
to tell me what’s going on here?” Sarah said with a raised eyebrow.
“Touch him.”
Sarah slowly
walked forward and touched Jay’s arm, and then retreated slightly.
“Oh my god,”
she said quietly, “I know you.”
“There are only
two people in the whole world Sarah and I have had this feeling from touching,”
Brian said as he removed the balaclava from Jay’s head, “and when I held you
earlier tonight, I got the same feeling.
So this is who Jay Edwards is.”
Mark looked
at both of them, the panic clear in his eyes, as he said “You stupid idiots,
I’m not Jay Edwards – this madman had forced me to…”
“Mark,” Sarah
said quietly, “I know your family is being held hostage with the Craig
girls. I know what is going to happen if
you do not do exactly what he asks you to do.
I also know what you have done in the past, to the Craigs and the
Holderness family.”
“I told you,
I’m not…”
“We’ll table
this discussion for later – do you know where they are being held?”
Mark shook
his head as Brian produced a penknife, and cut his wrists free.
“We three
need to have a serious talk later – for now, you need our help, and we need
yours. Put that mask back on, and then
we’re going to have a little chat with your three friends.”
Mark looked
at the couple, before saying “Why should I trust you?”
“Because
right now, Mark or Jay or whoever, we are the only thing that can save your
family. Will you trust us?”
“I don’t have
a choice,” Mark said as he pulled the balaclava back on, and then spoke as
Jay. “What do you want me to do?”
“The three
men with you – which of them was assigned by the man holding your family?”
“I’ll show you,”
he said as they walked down to the cellar.
Three chairs were lined up, each of the masked men tied to the chairs
with zip ties as they looked at the trio.
“Good evening
Gentlemen,” Brian said with a smile, “As you can see, the plans for this evening
have been altered somewhat. Your
employer has agreed to help my wife and I with a little experiment. Relax, and simply answer the questions.”
“Your watch,”
Jay whispered to Sarah, “is it my imagination or is the face changing colour?”
Sarah looked
at the watch, which was changing from green to a light yellow.
“Watch and
ask the questions,” she whispered back as Brian put his hands on the shoulders
of the first masked man.
“Did you rob
the house of Mark Williamson and hold his family hostage?”
Brian pressed
lightly with his fingers on the shoulders of the man as he said “No, you know I
did not Jay.” He looked at Jay for a
moment, before he moved over and placed his hands on the shoulders of the
second man.
“Same
question.”
“No I did
not.”
Brian moved
to the third man as Jay asked the same question, before he nodded to him.
“Do you know
my real name?”
The masked
man shook his head, and then his head slumped to the side as Brian gently
pressed on his neck. Moving to the other
end of the row, he nodded as Jay asked the same question, and then knocked him
out.
“Now then,”
Jay said as he stood in front of the man sat in the middle, “where are my
family?”
“Go to hell
EDwAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The man screamed in
pain as Brian pressed down on his nerves, sending an electric shock shooting
through his nervous system as he pulled the balaclava off.
“Let me
explain something,” Brian whispered into his ear, “I could not care less what
your grievance is with this man, or what you hope to get out of this. My one concern is to see the children and the
mother returned safely to the bosom of their family.”
“You mean
hEEEEEEEEEEEE” the man said as Brian pressed again. “So I’m asking you nicely now – where are
they?”
“Go to
hell. That’s where they’re going.”
“Brian, step
back.”
Jay looked at
the dial of Sarah’s watch, which was now glowing yellow, as she stepped
forward, and Brian came to stand behind Jay.
The man looked at Sarah, his face paling as he said “Oh my god – what
are you?”
“Me? I’m a mother who is very, very concerned
about her children, and you, my dear friend, are threatening them. So I’m asking you very, very nicely – where
are they?”
“No – no, I
can’t tell you…” Jay was watching as the
man started sweating, and tried to push himself back into the chair.
“Well, we
have a problem,” Sarah said quietly, “because if you don’t tell me, I may get –
hungry.”
“No – oh dear
mother of heaven no,” he said as Jay saw a damp patch between his associate’s
legs. “Don’t… Don’t eat me!”
“Then tell me
where they are.”
“ALL RIGHT –
There’s a warehouse, the old industrial estate on the far side of town.
Benton’s Furniture.”
Brian looked
at Sarah, who leaned forward and placed her hand on the man’s cheek, saying
“thank you.”
“NO – no, oh
dear god no, don’t, I’m begging you don’t….”
He let out a silent scream and then his head slumped forward. Jay watched, horrified as the watch face
slowly changed from yellow to green.
“Is he…”
Brian checked
his pulse and slowly nodded. “Now, Jay,
we need to talk about what we’re going to do next.”
“No – we need
to talk about what your wife just did.
Who the hell are you?”
“Have you
heard of Project Pink Widow?”
Jay looked at
both of them, before he whispered “Sweet Jesus…”
“Your
reaction says it all,” Sarah said quietly.
“Brian, we need to dispose of him.”
The tall man
nodded as he cut the dead body from the chair and lifted it in his arms,
carrying it up the stairs. “It may sound
macabre,” Sarah said as she sat and rubbed her forehead, “but it will be neater
if he is found somewhere else.”
“I… I don’t
understand,” Jay said, “why are you helping me?”
“As crazy as
this is going to sound,” Sarah said as she looked at him, “you’re different
from the people we meet in our line of work.
More importantly, however, your family is in danger, so we know you had
no choice – this time.”
“Kayla has
him in a body bag outside,” Brian said as he came back in, “ready for wherever
we end up. Now, we know where they are.”
“How do you
know he told the truth?”
“Trust me – I
knew,” Brian said quietly. “So, Jay,
your other two friends – what are you going to do about them?”
“They have no
part in this except that I employed them to come with me tonight. I can’t ask them to risk their lives for what
we’re going to have to do.”
“So you know
this is going to be dangerous?”
Jay slowly
nodded. “How long are they going to be
out for?”
“Not relevant
– I can wake them as easily as I put them to sleep. Want me to wake them up?”
“Untie them
first – and can we do this outside this house?”
Brian nodded
as he cut the two unconscious men free and hoisted one on each of his
shoulders, Sarah and Jay following him out of the house.
As they went
out of the door, Jay saw a woman waiting in a car behind his van.
“Help Brian
put them into the van,” Sarah said to Jay, “I’ll go and talk to her.” As he and Brian put the men in, Sarah walked
over to Kayla, waiting as she let the window drop.
“You’re sure
this is all right?”
“With one
exception, nobody got hurt – and he is genuinely scared for Jenny and the other
hostages. I think we continue to play
this our way. Can I borrow your phone
for a moment?”
She took the
iPhone and dialled a number.
“Alexander? We’re finished – you can come home now, and
thanks for doing this for us. Trust us –
he won’t bother you again.”
Handing the
phone back, Sarah said “Follow us – and be ready.”
Walking back
to the van, Sarah got in as Brian gently massaged the shoulder of each of the
two men. They slowly opened their eyes
and looked round, unsure of what was going on.
“I need you
both to listen very carefully to me,” Jay said quietly. “This job tonight was not my choice – I was
forced to do it by someone else, someone I abhor. You know me, and you know what I do and why I
do it – can I trust you to accept what I am saying, without asking for more
details?”
The two men
looked at each other, then at Brian and Sarah.
“I know you
do not trust them, but I do – and if you trust me, I ask you to trust them as
well.”
As they both
nodded, Brian listened to the way Jay spoke, the body language as he addressed
them.
“Thank you –
we’re going to go and deal with them, but I need to ask you two to do one more
thing for me before you leave.”
“What’s that
Jay,” one of them said.
“We’re going
to go to a particular building – all I ask is that you wait outside in the van
until the three of us come back. If you
see anything – anything - sound the horn, and then get out of there. I’ll make sure you get the usual payments for
tonight, no matter what.”
They looked
at each other, and then slowly nodded in agreement.
“Thank you,”
Jay said quietly. “Truly, thank
you. Stay in here and rest – we will
move off shortly.”
“For the love
of God, they’re just children…”
“I thought I
told you to be quiet, Mrs Williamson,” one of the two men said as he tugged on
the ropes, pulling her ankles even further back before he tied it to the ropes
that encircled her chest. She raised her
head to look at Cassie and Jenny, who were lying on their stomachs facing her.
Lisa and
Charlie were either side of her, crying softly at the tightness of the ropes
that held their arms to their side, their forearms to each other, and their
legs tightly together, their ankles pulled right back and tied to their chest
ropes.
“I don’t
care,” Yvonne screamed, “you’re scaring them to death.”
“Good
analogy,” Mister Smith said as he stood in the doorway, “gag them.”
“Don’t you
dare hurt my moffrrrrrr” Charlie shouted out as one of the men shoved a wet rag
into his mouth, and then pulled a length of towelling between his lips, cutting
into the corners of his mouth as he tied it round the young boy’s head.
“You still
have one last chance,” Jenny said as she watched the man then gag Lisa in the
same way, “do the smart thing and leave us before you discover how big a
mistake you have made.”
“I don’t
think you are in a position to say or do anything, little one,” Mister Smith
said with a sneer as Jenny was gagged, then Cassie, and finally Yvonne. Duct tape was then wrapped tightly round
their heads, before black cloths were tied over the eyes of Lisa, Charlie and
Cassie.
“You two
talked too much,” Mister Smith said, “so you get to watch the endgame.”
The three men
left as Yvonne looked at Jenny, shaking her head to try and free the tight
silver band.
“Svurstrnf,”
Jenny said as she looked at the others, “frthrrseeks.”
In the room,
the three men looked at the five struggling bodies on the monitor.
“When do you
expect to hear from Edwards?”
Mister Smith
looked at his watch. “In fifty
minutes. Set the timer for sixty
minutes, then take it in and lay it between mummy and the oldest girl.”
One of the
men turned and pressed a button on the timer, the red display showing sixty
before he carried it, and the explosives the timer were attached to, out of the
room.
Mister Smith
and the other man watched as he laid it between Jenny and Yvonne, the older
woman struggling like mad as she watched him press a button and walk out.
Jay stopped
the van a short distance from the warehouse, looking at it as Brian and Sarah
sat next to him.
“That’s it,”
he said quietly, “but I’m coming in with you.”
“I don’t
think that’s a good idea,” Brian said quietly.
“No offence,
but I could care less about what you think,” Jay said quietly. “I’m going in.”
Brian and
Sarah looked at each other, and nodded as they got out. Jay looked over his shoulder and said “it’s
over to you now – stay alert, and good luck.”
Getting out
of the van, he walked over and joined Brian and Sarah, walking in line with
them as they approached the warehouse.
Once he was satisfied he was out of sight of the two men in the van, he
reached up and pulled the balaclava from his head.
“IT’s my
family in there,” Mark said in his usual Bristol burr, “so I’m going in with
you as their father.”
Brian
nodded. “Yeah – I can understand that.”
“No you don’t
– yet. But you will. So do we just walk in and say hi?”
“Tempting,”
Brian said as he stood a few feet back from the front door and examined it,
“but if we do that, an alarm is going to go off.”
“How do you
know?”
Brian turned
and smiled at Mark, saying “I know – let’s see if there is a back door.”
The trio made
their way slowly round the building, looking up at the fire escape that ran in
a zig zag pattern up the rear wall.
“Quietly as
you can,” Brian said as they walked up the metal staircase, stopping by a
window. Mark watched as Brian carefully
ran his hand around the rim, concentrating as he did so.
“What’s he
doing,” Mark whispered to Sarah as they watched.
“Checking for
wires and traps,” Sarah whispered back, “Brian has a sense for these things.”
“Clean,”
Brian said as he took a knife out of his pocket, and gently forced the window
open, slowly lifting it and holding it as the other two climbed through. Lowering it down again, they found themselves
in a corridor, Sarah and Brian looking up and down before they started to walk
to the end.
As they
approached a door, Brian held his hand up, the three of them pressing
themselves against the wall as Mister Smith and one of the men came out of a
door.
Mark looked
at him, the anger in his eyes clear to Sarah as they heard the tall man say
“Watch them – but we need to be out of here in ten minutes if we are going to
get away.”
“Got it,” a
voice from the other side of the door said as Mister Smith and the other man
walked along the corridor and through a door.
Brian signalled for the trio to walk forward and then stopped as he
slowly looked into the room.
“One man, in
front of some monitors,” he said as he turned round.
“What about
the other two?”
“First rule
of our line of business, Mark – divide and conquer. Besides – we may be able to see where they
are on that monitor.” Motioning with his
hand, the three of them walked silently back into the room.
There was
indeed one man there, sitting with his feet up on a desk as he watched a
monitor.
“Back already
boss,” he said without looking round, only to be pulled back as Brian clamped a
hand over his mouth, and put the knife next to his neck.
“You’re going
to be a good little boy and stay nice and quiet, aren’t you?”
The man
looked over as Mark and Sarah came into view, the watch on Sarah’s wrist slowly
shifting again from pink to yellow.
“Hthhhllru,”
he mumbled under the hand as he looked at the, and then stared at Mark.
“Yeah,” he
said quietly, “I’m the man you bastards kidnapped the family and friends
of. Nice to finally meet you.”
Mark’s
attention was then shifted as he looked at the monitor, and the five figures
struggling on the floor. As he did so,
Brian moved his hand off the hand of the man, and instead pressed down on his
neck.
“Hello,”
Sarah said as she looked at the man, her watch glowing yellow. He started to shake as she looked down at
him, and simply said “Where are they?”
“Oh fuck – no,
please don’t…”
“She won’t,”
Brian whispered into his ear, “if you tell us where they are.”
“But he’ll
kill me if…”
“And what do
you think I’m going to do if you don’t,” Sarah said softly as she looked into
his eyes. He started to shake before
saying “Down… Downstairs, second room along after the door on the left. Now please, in the name of all that’s
merciful…”
“Good boy,”
Brian said as he pressed on the side of his neck, the man’s eyes rolling into
the back of his head as he slipped into unconsciousness.
“Oh my god,”
Mark whispered, “I think there’s a bomb in the room with them.”
Brian and
Sarah joined him as they stared at the monitor screen. They could see Jenny and Yvonne looking at
each other, the three younger children blindfolded, and the box between them,
the display blinking red.
“I’ve got to
go to them,” Mark said as he turned, only to stop as Brian put his hand on his
shoulder.
“No – if this
is a bomb, this is in my bulwark.”
Turning Mark round, he said “trust me – stay here with Sarah, and if
they come back…”
He picked up
the gun that was on the table, and handed it to him. “Will you be all right,” Brian said as he
looked at Sarah, who was leaning against the desk.
“I’ll be fine
– go, they need you,” Sarah said, as Brian nodded to both of them and then
headed out of the door.
“I’ll watch
the door,” Mark said quietly as Sarah looked at the monitor.
The red timer
blinked at ten minutes, and then continued the countdown as Yvonne looked at
Jenny.
“Msssrreee,”
she said through the tight gag as Jenny nodded, and then tried to turn her head
as she heard a soft sound in the doorway.
Yvonne looked
to the door, her eyes widening as she saw a man put his fingers to his lips,
and then get onto his belly as he slithered like a snake across the floor. He was dressed in black, and it took a few
minutes for her to recognise him as he got closer.
“Hey Jenny,”
Brian whispered as he looked at her, and then at Yvonne, “Sorry it took us a
while to get here – had a few distractions on the way.”
“Hstthrr,”
Charlie whispered as he turned his head in the direction of the sound.
“All right,”
Brian whispered as he looked at all of them.
“I know you are all petrified, and that’s a natural thing to be, but I
am here now, and I am going to make sure you all get out of here. Right now, I need you all to be very very
still for me, and as quiet as you can.”
Jenny and
Yvonne nodded and watched as Brian looked at the bomb between them, running his
hand over the top and sides of the device.
“Hmmm – looks straight forward enough,” he whispered, “but I need to be
sure.” Reaching into his pocket, he took
out a small fan and started it off, watching the device as the air blew over
it.
“What the
hell’s he doing,” Mark said as he glanced at the monitor.
“Figuring out
the best way to stop the bomb,” Sarah whispered back as she watched her husband
at work. Mark turned back towards the
door, and then stepped inside quickly, putting his finger to his lip as he
indicated Sarah should move as well.
He went and
stood at the other side of the door, rubbing her hand as the dial glowed
yellow, and they heard the approaching footsteps.
“Right – we
need to get going,” Mister Smith said as he and the other man came in. They stopped as they looked at the sleeping
third man, and then Mister Smith stepped further in and looked at the monitor.
“Who the fuck
is that,” he said as he saw the man on his stomach in the room, looking at the
bomb. Mister Smith turned round, only to
see Mark as he stepped forward, his gun levelled at Mister Smith’s head.
“Well, well,
I guess you decided to play hero,” Mister Smith said as he looked at Mark, “bad
move on your part. Get him.”
“No….”
Mister Smith
looked over to see the other man staring into Sarah’s eyes, as she reached
forward and took hold of his arm. His
mouth opened in a silent scream before he dropped to the floor, and Sarah
turned to look at Mister Smith.
“No,” Mark
said quietly, “he’s mine.”
“Don’t – he doesn’t
deserve it, and your family need you.”
“That’s right
Jay,” Mister Smith said with a sneer, “your family needs you. Listen to the little lady.”
“Sarah, stay
out of this…”
“Mark, leave
him to me…”
“Take this,”
Mark said as he handed the gun to Sarah, Mister Smith laughing as he said “What
are you going to do, beat me to death?”
“It crossed
my mind,” Mark said before he ran forward and piled into Mister Smith’s stomach,
sending him against the wall before he started to punch him.
“Right,”
Brian said as the clock reached four minutes, “Here we go.”
Taking the
penknife from his pocket, he gently eased the blade between the top and the
side of the timer, and then gently eased the front cover off, Jenny and Yvonne
watching him as he looked at the wires.
He then
removed a small pair of wire clippers, and looked at both women before he
smiled and said “What do you think, red or blue?”
“BREENNN!!!”
“Only
joking,” he said quietly, “it’s actually green.” He snipped the green wire, as the timer
stopped at two minutes, and then disconnected it from the explosive.
“Be right
back,” he said as he picked up the package and left the room, Yvonne closing
her eyes and saying every prayer she could before he returned and cut the tape
away from her head, then the towelling, before he removed the sponge from her
mouth.
“Oh thank
god, thank you,” she said quietly, “please, the children first.”
Brian nodded
as he winked at Jenny, and then started to untie Charlie.
“I hope that
made you feel better Jay – that was your last chance,” Smith said as he caught
Jay with a right cross, sending him across the room before he grabbed Sarah’s
covered arm and tried to wrest the gun free from her.
“Go to hell,”
Sarah growled, the watch face glowing yellow as she stared into Mister Smith’s
eyes.
“No you go
first,” Smith said as Mark stood up, and then dived to the floor as Mister
Smith forced Sarah to squeeze the trigger, the bullet hitting the unconscious
guard in the heart.
“No,” Sarah
gasped – giving Mister Smith the opportunity to hit Sarah across the face, and
pull the gun away from her.
“I can’t
decide which of you to kill first,” Mister Smith said as he looked at them,
“want to choose for me?”
“Is it… Is it
over,” Lisa whispered as Brian put his large hands gently on her arms.
“Yes, it’s
over,” Brian said quietly as he looked at her.
“Now, you both need to come with me and your mother – I have a friend
outside who is going to take care of you, and take you home. Jenny, Cassie, you both ready?”
Cassie nodded
as she slipped her hand into Jenny’s, and they followed Brian to the front
entrance of the warehouse. Jenny opened
the door, to find Kayla waiting on the other side.
“Where’s
Sarah,” she said as Brian made the children go out first.
“I’m going to
get her next – they need your attention now.”
Kayla looked
at them, and said “Come with me, I’ve got blankets and drinks in the car.”
Brian looked
into the distance as he heard two doors opening and closing.
“You don’t
want to do that,” Sarah said as she stepped forward, her watch glowing yellow,
“you’ve already caused so much harm to those I love – do not add to it.”
Mister Smith
stared into Sarah’s eyes, as his hand holding the gun started to shake. “What… What are you doing to me,” he said as
his eyes moved from Mark to Sarah.
“Don’t worry
about him,” Sarah said as she stepped forward, the gun slowly slipping from his
hand and falling to the ground. “Worry
instead about how tasty you are going to be to me…”
“Oh sweet
Jesus – no I won’t let you eat me…”
“Be quiet,
little man – you’ll be good food for my babies…”
“NOOOOO!”
Mister Smith
closed his eyes and lashed out, his fist connecting with Sarah’s jaw as she fell
dazed against Mark. Mister Smith shook
his head as Mark looked at him, and then he started to stoop down to pick up
the gun.
Looking down,
he saw the yellow glow on Sarah’s watch dial, and lowered her to the floor as
he pulled his gloves off.
“What are you
going to do, Edwards – beat me to death?”
“No – but
you’re toast,” he said as he grabbed Sarah’s hand in his right hand, and
reached over, grabbing Mister Smith’s arm with his left hand.
A series of
images swamped his mind, as he saw Sarah transform into a giant spider, the
mandibles working as she scuttled over, intent on devouring him. As he looked into Mister Smith’s eyes, he saw
the fear and panic in his eyes, before the images overwhelmed his own mind and
he opened his mouth.
“What the
hell was that,” Yvonne said as the scream of terror was heard outside.
“Stay here,”
Brian said as he ran back into the warehouse, taking the stairs two at time and
running into the monitor room. He
glanced down at the dead thug at his feet, and saw the red stain on the chest
of the second one, before he looked in front of the monitors and said “Oh my
god…”
The three of
them were sitting on the floor. On the
left as he looked at them, Sarah was shaking her head and rubbing her
chin. He knelt in front of her and said
“What happened?”
“He got a
lucky punch in,” Sarah said, “but I think he’s…” She followed Brian’s line of sight and saw
the man Mark had called Mister Smith looking straight ahead, his mask contorted
into a mask of terror.
She saw the
hand holding Mister Smith’s arm, and then looked down at the one holding her
wrist, before they both looked at Mark.
He was sat between them, his lips moving but no sound coming out as he
stared ahead, his mouth showing a lopsided grin.
“Oh dear
god,” Sarah said as she looked at Mark, “what did he do?”
Brian looked
into the eyes of Mister Smith, and checked for any signs of life, before saying
“he’s dead – when you were hit, what were you doing?”
“I was doing
what I…” Sarah gently removed Mark’s
hand from hers and knelt in front of him, looking at him. “He…
He must have become a conduit, which means he saw what the other man
saw. That should not work – oh lord, if
he’s…”
“Sarah,”
Brian said as he held her, “calm down.
Can we bring him back?”
Sarah took several
deep breaths, and then looked at her watch, the colour changing from yellow to
pink.
“Lord, if
you’re there, I really could use your help now,” she said quietly as she took
Mark’s hands in hers and said quietly “Mark?
Mark, look at me.”
Mark slowly
turned his head, the grin fixed as he looked into Sarah’s eyes…
The forest he
was running through was thick, and several times Mark stumbled, but the one
thought in his mind was that he had to get away, he had to flee from the
creature he was sure was following him.
Suddenly, he
found himself in a clearing, and in the centre of that clearing was a cottage,
a welcoming light burning in the window.
He knew somehow there was safety there, so he ran to the door and
started pounding on it.
The door was
opened by a woman with long dark hair, and a strangely familiar face. “Can I help you,” she said as she stood there
in a long linen dress.
“Please, I
need shelter,” Mark said, and as the woman stepped aside he ran in, the door
closing behind him.
“What
happened to you,” the woman said as she took Mark’s arm, and led him to a chair
in front of the fire. “Sit, rest – I
will bring you some water.”
“Thank you,”
Mark said as the fear slowly subsided.
Even the memory of what had chased him started to fade, as the woman
returned and handed him a stone cup. The
cool water revived him and he said “where am I?”
“Where? Now that’s a very good question,” the woman
said as she smiled. “Where do you think
you are?”
“I… I remember I was rescuing my family, and
there was a woman with me, helping me. I
remember she was hurt by someone I wanted to kill, and then…”
“Yes?”
“Then there
was this horrific creature, like a giant spider, and I was running – until I
came here.”
“Do we have a
visitor?”
Mark turned
to see a grey haired woman come in, dressed in a grey silk blouse and a tweed
skirt.
“We do
indeed, Sara,” the first woman said, “a most unusual visitor.”
“Sarah – the
woman’s name was Sarah. Please, tell me
where I am? I need to get back to my
family.”
“You’re
different,” Sara said as she sat down, “Many who pass through here never find
this place, but you have. This speaks
much of you.”
“Mark? Mark can you hear me?”
“That’s her
voice,” Mark said as he looked at the other two women, “do you hear it?”
“We do,” the
tall woman said, “which means you are indeed a most unusual and blessed man.”
“What do you
mean?”
Sara walked
to the door and opened it. “Go now – you
will be safe, and back with your family soon.
All we ask is that you take a message for us to her.”
Standing up,
Mark looked at the two women, nodding as he stepped into the bright light…
“Mark? Come back now, it is safe, all is well…”
Sarah watched
as the grin faded from Mark’s face, and he turned to look at both of them. “What…
Is it…”
“It’s over,”
Brian said as he looked at him, “can you stand up?”
Taking
Brian’s hand, Mark stood up, and looked at the dead bodies around him. “I saw you,” he said as he turned to Sarah,
“I saw you as they see you, but I’m back.
Why?”
“I don’t know
– yet,” Sarah said, “but for now, your family are waiting outside. I think you should join them. And one more thing.”
Mark turned
to Sarah as she said “thank you – and we won’t forget.”
Nodding, Mark
followed Sarah and Brian out of the warehouse.
“MARK!” Yvonne ran over and embraced her husband,
tears flowing as she said “Thank god you’re all right.”
“Where are
the children?”
“Daddy?”
Mark walked
over and dropped to his knees, embracing and kissing Charlie and Lisa as Jenny
and Cassie watched on.
“I’m so sorry
you went through that,” Mark said as he looked at them, “so so sorry…”
“Can we go
home Daddy?”
Mark looked
at Brian and Sarah, wondering what they were going to do.
“I think that
is a very good idea,” Sarah said, “and if you don’t mind, Brian and I would
like to come and see you tomorrow, and talk to you about what happened
today. It might help you feel better.”
“What about…”
“Don’t worry
about them,” Brian said. “Kayla, can you
get them into the car and take them home?”
“What about?”
Brian walked
to the back of the car and removed a black sack.
“You probably
won’t want to sleep tonight, and that’s fine, but go home, have some food, and
don’t worry – it’s over. Kayla can take
care of any cuts and bruises – stay with them please.”
Kayla nodded
as she opened the doors and let the children get in first. Mark nodded as he got in with Yvonne, and
they drove off.
“Now to clear
this mess up,” Barry said as he took out a phone and dialled a number.
“Cassie? It’s Brian Holderness-Carter. Sarah and I need a favour from you and Jo…”
Mark opened
the door to his house, squinting slightly as he saw Brian and Sarah standing
there. Brian was wearing a blue denim
shirt and jeans, while Sarah had on a pink jumper and knee length skirt.
“Come in,” he
said as he opened the door, and the couple came into the house.
“How are
you,” Brian said as he looked at him.
“Do you want
an honest answer to that,” Mark said quietly.
“No – not
yet,” Sarah said with a smile as they went into the front room. Yvonne looked up and said “Hello – the kids
are sleeping, but…”
“It’s all
right,” Sarah said quietly as she sat down, “I want to talk to them, but first
I want to talk to you about yesterday.”
Yvonne looked
at Sarah, her watch glowing pink as she said “Take my hands, and tell me what
happened from the beginning…”
“We’ll make
some coffee,” Brian said as he took Mark by the arm and led him to the kitchen…
“I guess I
should thank you as well,” Mark said as he put the kettle on.
“Believe me,
I’m as surprised as you are,” Brian said as he sat down, “I don’t think Sarah
and I have come across someone quite like you.”
“I could say
the same thing,” Mark said as he turned and leaned against the work surface,
before sighing. “Cards on the table?”
“I think that
would be wise – you are this Jay Edwards, aren’t you?”
Mark nodded
slowly, and said “I am, and yes I know what I do is wrong, but I never hurt
those I and my associates visit. We may
scare them a little, but we keep the situation under control.”
“Yeah,” Brian
said as he accepted the coffee, “and I think that’s one of the reasons Sarah
and I were not sure what to do about you – or why we felt a little
uncomfortable when we first met you. You
and Yvonne are a very unique couple, Mark – in more ways than one.”
“Yvonne? What about her?”
“Cards on the
table, Mark – sit down. As I said, we
need to have a little talk.”
Sitting down,
Mark looked at Brian and said quietly “what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking
that Jay Edwards usually has a few associates, and at times one of them is a
woman known as Mrs McPhee, especially when the family he visits has younger
children. The reports always say she
focuses on them, looks after them, calms them and keeps talking to them, even
reading bedtime stories to them. Now, I
could be wide of the mark, but…”
“You’re not.”
Mark looked
up to see Yvonne standing in the doorway, Sarah behind her. “It’s all right, Mark,” Yvonne said as she
walked over and hugged him, “Sarah told me so much I could not deny it. What you did last night…”
“What he did
was what any husband and parent would do,” Brian said as he held Sarah’s hand.
“How are
you,” Mark said as he looked up at Yvonne.
“Much better
than last night,” she said as she made two mugs of coffee, and handed one to
Sarah before they both sat down, “It’s as if talking to Sarah took all the fear
away, and I felt so much better.”
“Still, I put
you and the children in the worst possible danger…”
“What
happened happened,” Sarah said quietly, “Leave it be for now.”
“But what
about you two,” Mark finally said, “you mentioned Project Pink Widow – even I
have heard of that.”
“Yesterday,
Jenny kept saying she had a friend who saved her family before, and who would
save us again,” Yvonne said quietly, “but she said it was a woman. You’re a team, aren’t you?”
Sarah nodded
slowly. “It’s a long story, and for
another time, but yes – when a hostage situation that could be fatal comes
around, they call for us. I’ve been out
of active duty since I fell pregnant, but – well, my talents changed.”
She held up
her watch, the dial glowing green, and said “The colour depicts what I can
do. Pink, I can take the fears of others
and help them to be released. Yellow, I
can transmit fear. Red… Let’s not talk about red just now.”
“I think I
can guess,” Mark said quietly, “given what I saw yesterday.”
“Why did you
do that?”
He looked at
Sarah, and said “To make him pay, and to save you. Funny -
now I guess it’s all over – for both of us.”
“Not
necessarily.”
Yvonne and
Mark looked at each other, and then at Brian and Sarah.
“Mum?”
Yvonne turned
to see Lisa and Charlie walk in, hand in hand.
“What are you
talking about?”
“Nothing
Honey – how are you both,” she said as she squatted in front of Lisa.
“I had
nightmares – bad ones.”
“Listen,”
Sarah said as she stood up, her watch glowing pink, “why don’t you and Charlie
come with me and your mother, and you can tell me all about them. We’ll hold hands – make it like a camp fire.”
As they went
out, Mark looked at Brian.
“Physical
contact – when Sarah holds their hands, it calms them and helps them to
share. Somehow, when you held her
yesterday, you became a conduit for the message she sends to flow through
you. What did you see?”
Mark shook
his head as he held his mug. “I’m not
sure – There was a massive spider, scuttling towards me, and I heard Smith
screaming, and then I was running for my life through some sort of thick wood. I could sense the creature following me…”
Brian nodded
as he sipped the coffee. “I have seen
Sarah when the power overwhelms her – it can be a most disconcerting experience. But what happened next?”
“That was the
strange thing. I came into a clearing,
and there were two women in a cottage there.
One was young, thin, wearing an old style dress, but the other was older
and in more modern clothing. They gave
me water, and then said I was the only one to ever find them. The next thing I heard was your wife calling,
and then I woke up – but not before…”
He heard
Charlie and Lisa crying in the front room, and started to stand up, but Brian
said “leave them – what happened before you saw us?”
“The older
woman gave me a message to give to Sarah – she said Mummy loves you, and she
loves the children too.”
Brian sat
back and looked at Mark, as the front door bell rang. “Will you excuse me a minute,” Mark said as
he stood up, and went to the front door.
“Thanks,” he
heard Mark say, and then he brought an envelope back to the kitchen, handing it
to Brian. He opened it, and read it,
before saying “I’ll explain this when Sarah comes back in.”
“Explain
what?”
Mark watched
as Yvonne and Sarah came back in.
“They’re sleeping, and smiling,” Yvonne said, “whatever gift you have,
it has helped them.”
“I’ll go over
and see Jenny and Cassie later – but something tells me they are coping just
fine. It’s not the first time they have
been in this position. Now, Mark,
Yvonne, we know Mister Smith took you and the children hostage to force Mark,
as Jay, to rob Alexander Holderness. I
had a dream that told me that – part of the gift I have. We asked Alexander if he, Susan and Suzie
would act as bait, and told them we would make sure they would never be threatened
again.”
“Funny as it
may sound,” Mark said quietly, “I try never to visit friends. I’ve done it twice, and never really liked
either time.”
Brian
nodded. “You seem to have some sort of
talent for keeping people calm when you visit them – a natural talent. Yvonne I suspect has a similar talent, but to
a lesser degree – not that that is a bad thing, but you seem to take the lead
in it Mark. At any rate, when you arrived,
we took control.”
Mark took
Yvonne’s hand and said “The one who beat me up when we were robbed – he worked
for Smith. He was one of the ones who
went with me last night. He was a plant,
and it was him that suggested taking you captive that day.”
“Oh god,”
Yvonne whispered, “who else…”
“Smith, the
man, the two who took you – they’re all dead.
Last night, after Kayla left, I asked a favour of a couple of
friends. You’ll see a report later of a
fire at a warehouse, and four dead men found inside. Don’t worry – we told them it was a different
case.”
“So,” Yvonne
said as she gripped Mark’s hand, “Now what?”
“Normally,
we’d turn you in without a moment’s hesitation – and we would have the first
time we met, but somehow we decided not to.
I suspect that was for a reason.
Mark, tell Sarah what you told me of what you saw.”
Sarah sat and
listened to Mark, and when she heard the message she looked at Brian. “Mother?”
“I think so –
last year, in Maine, you saw her with Sara and the Shadow. They brought you back – and now they’ve
brought you back Mark for some reason.
The question is, why?”
“Well,
whatever you decide, I think the work of Jay Edwards and Mrs McPhee is over.”
“I don’t.”
They looked
at Sarah, who was drying her eyes.
“The women,”
she said quietly, “were my mother and my ancestor – the first Sara. If they helped you back, then it was for a
purpose. And if it is as Jay Edwards and
Mrs McPhee, then so be it – we will not hand you over, but there will be a
price. First, no more attacks on the
Holderness and Craig families – they are under our protection.”
“Don’t worry
– that is never going to happen again,” Mark said. “What else?”
“Pick your
targets more carefully – and always take care of them. Lose the weapons as well – I don’t really
think you need them.”
“Also,” Brian
said as Sarah looked at her, “You can help out me or some colleagues of mine
from time to time. We can suggest
targets that deserve to be taken down a peg or two – and you keep the earnings,
but in return, you put some software on their systems, allow those who need to
do their work to do it.”
“Be spies?”
“In a way,
yes. We like you – we’d like to be your
friends. Do that, and in return, we keep
our mouths shut about you.”
Yvonne and
Mark looked at each other, and then said “All right – deal. It’s far more than we deserve.”
“I’m not so
sure,” Sarah said with a smile. “There
is one other thing – your son.”
“Charlie? What about him?”
“When he took
my hand, I got the same feeling from him I got from you, Mark. He has your talent – I think you need to
start steering him in ways that he can develop that talent. Perhaps, one day, he can be as much of a
force for good as I feel you two are going to be.”
“Charlie? Yvonne, he’s started am dram, hasn’t he?”
“Oh lord so
he has,” Yvonne said, and they both burst out laughing, Brain and Sarah joining
in.
A week later,
Mark and Yvonne were sitting with the children when the phone rang. He stood up and went into the hallway,
picking it up and saying “Williamson.”
“Mark, it’s
Brian – we need you to go to work. Sarah
and I will call in the morning.”
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