KILLER
ON THE LOOSE
Chapter
12 – Emily Stone
The cell phone
disconnected.
Emily rehashed the
conversation with Nick and wished that he had given her more information. There
was still hope that the girls were still alive.
“Em?” Rick
interrupted. “What’s going on?” his tone was civil and even, but it had a
definite sternness to it. His usual somber stare tried to read Emily’s face.
“Karl Saxon,”
she replied. It didn’t make any sense to her, but she was going to get to the
bottom of it.
“Who is Karl
Saxon?” Rick insisted.
Ignoring the
question, Emily turned and hurried back toward the compound.
“Emily!” Ricked
yelled after her. “We only have about ten, maybe fifteen
minutes, before the cops arrive.”
“That will have
to be enough time,” she gritted her teeth and ran faster.
Rick didn’t have
any other choice but to follow Emily.
“You have inside
information from the FBI? From who? How?” Rick rapidly fired more questions at
her. “How long have you been in contact with them?”
“I’ll fill you
in on everything later—I promise,” was the only thing Emily managed to say.
The couple made
it to the storage building in two minutes where the two restrained men waited.
Emily stormed
the building and quickly decided which man she wanted. “Unhook him and stand
him up,” she ordered Rick.
She felt her
anger rise. She wasn’t going to let those girls die.
The man with a dark
beard waited while Rick unfastened him, stood him up, and pushed him against
the wall. It was the first time the captive showed any emotion—even if it was only
mild distress mixed with idle curiosity.
Emily began,
“Who are you working for?” She retrieved her weapon, but didn’t aim it at him.
The man blinked
and looked past her.
No response.
“I said, who are
you working for?” she demanded.
He slowly
focused on her, eyes steady, but remained quiet.
Rick took a step
forward and Emily stopped him.
Emily decided to
take a different approach. She holstered her weapon and took a step closer to
the man—inches from his face. “I know you—I know everything about you.”
The man
snickered and kept his steady gaze on her.
“Yes, I do know
all about you… from Karl Saxon.”
The man twitched
slightly and his demeanor became stiff at the mention of Saxon—now there was
fear in his eyes.
“See we’re on
the same page.” Emily took out her phone and played the men’s previous
conversation she had recorded. “What do you want to bet everything I need to
know came directly from your mouth.”
“No,” replied
the man. His breathing became shallow.
“What do you
think Karl Saxon is going to say about it?” Emily laughed and searched his face.
She caught the man’s gaze and demanded. “Where are the girls?”
The man looked
away, clearly hiding information.
Emily took a
step back, “They’re here,” she stated softly. “They’re here,” she said again.
“What?” Rick
asked. “How do you know?”
She moved to the
door. “Something wasn’t right about the house. It seemed staged.”
“Em, we have
less than five minutes.”
Emily ignored
Rick and raced to the main house.
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