Kidnapped At Christmas. Maggie K. Black

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      “Hey! Hello! Is there somebody out there?” A deep, rich voice filled the air, wafting down from above through the pelting snow. Her dark eyes looked up to the shape of the man standing in the window above her. Light shone from behind him, ringing his tall silhouette. He had broad shoulders and strong arms. Her fingers pulled at the tight gag still binding her mouth, struggling to make sound escape her lips.

      Yes! I’m here! She yanked at her gag as it stole her voice from her lips. Help me! Whoever you are, help me!

      “Hello?” he called again. “Is everything all right?”

      Please! I think they’re going to kill me.

      She stumbled to the front door. Her bound hands fumbled for the doorknob. It was locked. The barking grew louder, with the hint of a snarl.

      Then the window shut above her. He was gone.

      Please, Lord, she prayed. Wherever I am, whoever this man is, I need his help. He’s my only hope.

      Footsteps sounded heavy and hollow on the wood behind her. She turned and caught a quick glance of an old, ugly scar slashed across an unfamiliar face. Gloved hands shoved her down onto the snow-covered porch. She kicked out hard, twisting her body against the man’s grasp. But he held firm. One hand slid something hard and round underneath the small of her back.

      She tried to sit up. But he pushed her down.

      The device beneath her clicked.

      “Now listen carefully, Miss Colt,” he hissed. The stench of stale smoke filled her nostrils again. He pulled a roll of something red and shiny from his pocket. “There’s a live land mine under your back. You hear me? A land mine. An explosive. I’m going to tie your legs again and you’re going to lie still. Because, if you move, it will explode and you will die.”

      * * *

      The dog was still barking, hurtling its tiny furry body through the upstairs hallway of the Ash family’s country house so quickly that even with almost a decade of military service under his belt, Corporal Joshua Rhodes of the Canadian Armed Forces could hardly keep up.

      Not that the soldier ever needed much of a kick to sprint into action. A few short days of holiday leave was hardly enough time to readjust his system to the quieter rhythms of civilian life. He’d been lying, already dressed, on top of the sleeping bag he’d slung on the bed in the front room, wrestling with whether or not he wanted to reenlist in the army when his term was up in June, when a gun blast cracked the early-morning air. Surely, nobody would be dumb enough to try deer hunting on his friend’s private property, and with a handgun no less. But the feeling of concern that had tapped his attention had grown to a full-fledged warning beat when he’d slid open the window, called out and heard nothing but the muffled sounds of a struggle below and someone trying to open the front door.

      Well, God, he prayed, I don’t know what’s going on out there, but something’s very wrong. Help me know what to do.

      Whatever it was, Joshua was about to face it alone.

      The Ash family were staying at their apartment in Toronto for a little while after the birth of their new daughter. Their two other houseguests for the holidays, stepsiblings Alex and Zoe, had left the house over half an hour ago for some hard-core early-morning skiing. He’d have gone with them too, but then that army “re-up” reminder email had arrived asking him to commit several more years of his life to a career he’d never particularly enjoyed. But, he was good at it, and if he kept at it he’d eventually retire with a pension, and as Gramps would say, what kind of man walked away from a good job just because he didn’t like it? If growing up in a household of only men had taught him anything it was that solitude was best for thinking. So he’d told his friends to go ahead skiing without him while he wrestled with the choices in his mind. That’d left him alone with Zoe’s puppy, Oz, who while plenty loud wasn’t much for backup.

      Joshua’s hand slid to the solid, familiar weight of his .45 on his hip. His watch read ten after seven but pitch-black air still pressed up against the windows. He ran quickly but quietly down the wooden staircase into the first floor kitchen, crossed the floor, then paused. The rattling at the front door had stopped. The dog’s barking had subsided to a low, threatening growl that rumbled in the back of the Cairn terrier’s throat. Joshua grabbed his leather jacket off a hook, shoved his hands into gloves and his feet into his boots.

      Then he threw the back door open and heard a voice.

      A muffled cry rose on the wind. So faint, he could barely hear it, but unmistakable nonetheless. There was a woman out there somewhere in the cold and dark. She was frightened. And in trouble.

      The gun was tight in his grip. He stepped outside, pressed his body against the side of the house and crept toward the porch. The friend whose house this was—Daniel Ash—was a bodyguard and private security specialist who’d recently hired Alex and Zoe to join him in the business, as he converted the country property into a safe house and home base for operations. Meanwhile, Daniel’s wife, Olivia, was a journalist whose newspaper had a reputation for tenaciously exposing criminals and corruption.

      The Ashes weren’t strangers to tough situations. Joshua couldn’t even begin to guess what kind of trouble might be waiting in the darkness. But as he focused his heart on the faint, terrified sound of the woman’s cry as it seemed to rise and fall between the gusts of wind, the idea of leaving her alone in the cold while he waited for backup was unthinkable. Joshua reached the corner of the house.

      He saw her. She was lying on the porch lit by the dim light from the upstairs window. Her legs were bound just above the cuff of her high-heeled vintage boots. She was wearing thick black tights, a plaid skirt that stopped at the knees and a long-sleeved sweater, but no jacket. Her hands were gloveless and tied together in front of her. Her body was shaking.

      So much was wrong with this picture. If she’d been abducted, then why dump her here? If a kidnapper was going to tie her hands, why not tie them behind her back?

      He stepped up onto the porch. The wood creaked under his boots. Her head rose. A whimper slipped from her lips. Joshua took a deep breath and prayed that this wasn’t a trap. Then he crossed the porch, knowing he was going to do whatever he could to save her life, whether it was a trap or not.

      “Hey.” He knelt down beside her. “It’s going to be okay. My name’s Joshua Rhodes. I’m here to help you.”

      Her face tilted toward him. Large dark eyes looked into his face, framed with long, full lashes and filled with fear. Something in their depths hit him like a one-two punch to the gut. She was terrified—and she was beautiful. Cascades of blond hair spread out around her shaking shoulders. He reached for the gag and froze. A gold velvet ribbon parted her lips. Another larger red ribbon had slipped around her throat from what he could only guess had once been a blindfold. Two other ribbons bound her hands and feet. He sat back on his heels. His heart shuddered in horror and sympathy. She’d been wrapped up like a Christmas present.

      What kind of evil was this? Who would ever do that to someone?

      Never let your eyes get all distracted by the looks of a pretty woman. They’ll knock your mind off course, distract you from the job you’ve got to do, and bring you nothing but trouble and pain. His late grandfather’s voice suddenly echoed in the back of his mind. Growing up it was the only kind СКАЧАТЬ