Rescued By The Marine. Julie Miller

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      With a jerky nod, she lowered her gaze to the script. “If you don’t pay us the money, you’ll lose your daughter...” She hesitated, twisting her lips into a frown, blinking back tears before reading on. “...just like you lost your wife. I’m sorry, Dad. I know how hard this is for you. If anything happens to me, promise me you won’t blame—”

      “Read it!” The gun ground against her temple and she froze.

      Tilting her head away from the gun, she continued. “We’ll call tomorrow morning at eight with an account number where you will deposit the money. Once the deposit has cleared and we’re out of the country, we’ll call again and give you Samantha’s location. If the money isn’t there by noon, all you will find is her body.” A delicate muscle rippled down her throat as she swallowed again. “Unless...the scavengers find her first.” She shook off the terror that threat must engender and read on. “No cops. No FBI. Don’t send your fancy security force after us. It’s time to pay up. Five million for your daughter’s life.” Her green eyes darted toward the camera. “I tried to fight them, Dad. But my toes are freezing up here. Remember when you tried to teach me how to hunt? I wish I had that gun now—”

      “Shut her up.”

      The gloved hands whisked the glasses off her face. “Please, don’t. I read what you wrote. You don’t understand what my father’s been through. He won’t pay—”

      “He damn well better.”

      She was struggling with her captors now. And losing. The men pushed her down to the floor and the camera followed.

      “Stop! Please... No!”

      “We’ll kill her if you don’t cooperate, Eddington,” an off-screen voice promised.

      Another pair of hands pushed her loose hair off her face, exposing her long, creamy neck to the syringe they held. She grimaced when the needle pricked her skin. Her words were already slurring as she looked toward the camera. “I love you, Dad.”

      The screen went black before a cue icon beckoned Jason to replay the disturbing images. But he’d already memorized any useful intel he could get off the video. His blood simmered as experiences from the past were already painting a dark outcome for Samantha Eddington’s future. He’d put his fist through the table if he watched it again. If he couldn’t block these emotions, he’d be no use to anybody. And clearly, Samantha desperately needed somebody’s help. His kind of help.

      But Jason wasn’t sure he was mentally fit to handle this kind of dark ops rescue mission anymore. He handed the phone back to Samantha’s father. “You got five million dollars?”

      “I do.”

      “Pay the ransom.” He rose from his chair, giving the best advice he could, even as he tried to save his sanity and make an exit.

      “I won’t give in to their threats.” Eddington was sentencing his daughter to death on some kind of principle? The older man stood to block Jason’s path to the door. “You may not know who I am, Captain Hunt, but this isn’t the first time I’ve gone through this. I paid a million dollars to Richard Cordes and his militia for my wife Michelle twenty-two years ago. The kidnappers killed her, anyway.”

      Twenty-two years ago, Jason had been a middle-schooler, discovering girls weren’t icky, counting the days until his father returned from his latest deployment and not paying attention to the news. But even now, he had a glimmer of a memory about the dead woman who’d been found in a gully outside Cordes’s militia compound. He glanced over to the table where Richard Jr. had been playing cards. “You came here to accuse Junior of taking your daughter?”

      “Yes. He and I were both there the day his father was executed for Michelle’s murder. He said things... I know he blames me for his father’s death. He thinks I cheated his family when I bought the militia’s land to build a ski resort. Of course, they didn’t own it. They were squatters who’d taken over government land. I had a legal deed and I paid a fair price for every acre. But I’m sure that’s what his father preached to him his entire life. I didn’t want to argue with him. I just wanted—”

      “Samantha back.” Joyce rose beside her husband as his shoulders sagged. She took over the conversation when Walter couldn’t immediately continue. She dragged the duffel bag across the table. “I told Walter we should come prepared to make a deal. He scraped together over a hundred grand in cash. But Mr. Cordes was insulted by the offer. Of course, he was also drunk and hitting on my daughter.”

      “Mother.” Taylor Eddington seemed embarrassed to be any part of this conversation.

      Kyle Grazer, however, didn’t seem to have any problem making himself heard. He pounded the table with his fist. “Pay the damn ransom, Walter! All of it. Your stubbornness is going to get her killed.”

      The accusation galvanized the older man. His cheeks flushed with anger as he pushed his wife aside and met the younger man nose to nose. “You have no say in this. If you had stayed by Samantha’s side tonight—”

      “I’m the one who tried to stop her from leaving.”

      Taylor burst into tears and dashed off to the bathroom while Joyce Eddington urged the two men to behave like gentlemen and Pellegrino inserted his shoulder between them and forced Grazer back a step. The younger man tipped his chin up to the mustachioed bodyguard and swore. But, as Jason suspected he would, Grazer backed off.

      Pellegrino’s dark eyes never left Grazer’s as he put the microphone on his wrist up to his lips and called his man back inside. “Metz? If the coast is clear, I need you in here to walk Mr. Grazer out to the limo.”

      “Save your damn escort,” Grazer whined. “You can afford to lose five million, Walter. Can you afford to lose anyone else you love? If anything happens to Samantha, it’s on your head.” He pulled out his cell phone and stalked toward the bar’s swinging door, exchanging a sour glance with Brandon Metz on the way out as the younger bodyguard came in.

      Metz shrugged in confusion, but joined them at the table when Pellegrino waved him over. “Grazer can walk it off.” He reached for the duffel bag of cash. “I need you to secure this.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      But Eddington was taking charge again. He pulled the duffel bag from Pellegrino’s hands and shoved it into Jason’s chest. “Mr. Flynn says you’re the best. Consider this a down payment. I’ll give you the five million if you bring Samantha home alive.”

      Pellegrino immediately intervened, taking the bag back into his custody. “Whoa, Walter. I said my men and I would go after Samantha. This guy will be our guide. You can’t pay some stranger to rescue her.”

      “The message said specifically not to send you. No cops, no FBI.”

      Mrs. Eddington wasn’t about to be left out of the argument. “I think Kyle is right. We should pay the ransom. Make sure Samantha is safe. Then worry about bringing these men to justice.”

      Walter raised his voice. “I want her home before the next phone call. Before it’s too late.”

      Jason shot a look across the table, catching the wry apology on Marty Flynn’s face. Damn Marty for getting him involved with this. But he couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t live with another Elaine Burkhart СКАЧАТЬ