Monday's Child (23 page)

“In the car park at the back of the war memorial.”

Sara pulled the phone from her bag and put it into her coat pocket. The words war memorial echoed in her mind. Why was that important? She picked up the bags and left the café, allowing him to open the door for her. He walked close by her side. She was more than tired. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was get the meds home to Luke, sit down, and put her feet up. The town hall clock chimed the half-hour.

DC Collins lost his footing and stumbled into her. She caught his arm. “Are you all right?”

He looked at her, his eyes taking a moment to focus, and then he nodded. “I’m fine.”

Not convinced, Sara’s head swam. Was she really that tired? Her eyes burned, and she rubbed a hand over them as she drew level with the war memorial. A tall figure with long hair in a long black coat with a newspaper under his arm stood next to it. She’d forgotten he was going to be there. In her concern for Luke, she’d forgotten all about the man who knew where she was. Nor had she told anyone.

Turning to DC Collins, she pulled off her hat and shoved it in the bag. “There’s something I need to tell—” She broke off as someone bumped into her, pushing her forwards. She tried to go another way, but the man behind her kept pressing her onward.

The tall figure turned and leered at her. “Hello, Sara.”

Sara’s heart stopped. It was Austin. He’d found her.

No.

Fear surged through her, and she started to turn away. Her hand slid into her coat pocket, desperately pushing buttons on the phone, trying to hit the right ones in order.

Where was DC Collins? She caught a glimpse of him being grabbed and searched as strong arms gripped her from behind. Someone pressed against her back, preventing her from escaping.

“Long time no see.” Austin’s eyes flicked past her to the man holding her. “Put her in the car. Get the phones from them both.”

Sara glanced down at the hands restraining her and glimpsed a tattoo of a dragon on the left wrist. Fear turned to panic.

“No.” She started to struggle, but her legs buckled beneath her. All her resistance vanished, and she felt incredibly lightheaded, her vision swimming.

“Did you enjoy the coffee I bought you?” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Coffee á la Phil. Guaranteed to make you do whatever I want.”

Rough hands searched her and pulled the phone from her pocket. “Don’t…” she began.

Phil held both of the phones in front of her and pulled off the back before removing the battery and putting it in the bin by the memorial. What was he doing? Why take the phone away? None of this made any sense. DC Collins was forced into the waiting car. Strong arms led her over to it and pushed her inside. Someone fastened the seat belt around her. Sara tried to move, but she couldn’t even do that. Her eyes closed, and everything started to go dark. The car door slammed behind her.

22

Luke turned over and opened his eyes. For the first time in over twenty-four hours, his vision was virtually clear and the pain considerably reduced. He looked at the clock. Two fifteen in the afternoon. He got up and went into the bathroom.

Coming out, he realized how quiet the house was. Usually, music was playing somewhere. “Sara?”

There was no answer. Then it dawned on him the house was in darkness. Where was she? “Sara?”

Maybe she’d gone to lie down. He checked her room. Nothing. He ran to the landing window and glanced out at the road. The cop car was missing.

Going back into his room, Luke looked for his phone. It was missing as well. He left the room and ran downstairs. He flicked on all the lights, quickly establishing she was not downstairs, either.

A notepad leaned against the kettle. He picked it up.

“Luke. Dr. Scott left a prescription for you for some painkillers and something to stop the headaches. I’ve gone to get it. I can’t get hold of Carole to go with me. She must have already gone out, but the cop out front will follow me or take me. It’s just after nine. The doctor gave you a shot to make you sleep, so I should be back long before you read this. I won’t be long. I have taken your phone. Love, Sara.”

Luke sucked in a deep uneven breath. He went to the phone and rang his cell. The voicemail came on immediately. He hung up and noticed the answer phone was flashing.

He hit play. “You have three new messages. Message one.”

“Hi, Sara, it’s Carole. It’s ten-forty, but I guess yer not back yet. Ring me when ye get in.”

“Message two.”

“Sara, it’s Carole again. It’s after one, so where are ye, girl? I’m getting worried here. Look, if ye dinna ring me by three at the latest, I’m going to get Dave to send out a search party, and I mean it. Ring me.”

“Message three.”

There was silence, muffled sounds and what could be a cry but it was hard to tell. But the cry sent shivers down his spine. It was almost as if…

“To hear these messages again…”

Luke turned it off, picked up the phone, and dialed the station. “This is Lieutenant Nemec. I need to speak to DCI Shepherds.”

“He’s out of the office right now.”

“Then put me through to Sergeant McArthur. Tell him it’s urgent.” There was a click and a brief pause before Dave answered.

“Hey, Luke. What’s up?”

“Sara’s missing. She went out first thing this morning and isn’t back yet.”

“
What
? Where were ye?”

“Sick. In bed unconscious. Check with Doc Scott. He knocked me out with something before I could say anything. Not that I was in any fit state to do so.”

“When did she go out?”

“According to the note, she left just after nine. You’d better put out an APB. The cop on duty, DC Collins, is missing, too. And there’s something on the answerphone you need to hear.”

“Doing it now. I’ll be with ye in ten minutes.”

****

Exactly ten minutes later, Dave was on the doorstep, along with two police cars, blue lights flashing.

Luke opened the door, panic filling him. A single prayer still falling from his lips.
Please God….let me be dreaming.

“What happened?” Dave demanded.

“I have a migraine. I vaguely remember the doc coming, then nothing until just after two. This was on the table.” He handed the note to Dave. “She took my phone, but it’s off. I already tried it.”

Dave read the note. “Collins is nae answering his radio or his mobile. We pinged his phone, but are nae getting anything. Whoever grabbed her and DC Collins probably removed the battery so we couldn’t triangulate on the location of the phone, and find them.”

“You guys do that here, too?’ Luke’s voice rose in query.

“Aye, it’s the twenty-first century here, tae. He’s a cop. She’s a protected witness. Since we now know she has your phone, I’ll get someone to ping it tae. However, I dinna hold out much hope. If they know the trick, they’ve gotten rid of your phone, too.” He turned to the uniformed officers. “I want ye two tae start with the local chemists. Then move on tae the ones in town if necessary. The rest of ye start a house tae house. Someone must have seen her.” He glanced at Luke and spoke with a stern tone in his voice. “Ye should go back tae bed. Ye look like death warmed up.”

“Thanks. That’s actually the look I was going for. I have to find Sara.”

“Yer not going anywhere.” Dave dialed his phone. “Yes I want the following phone pinged…”

“Hello?” called a voice.

“In here, Doctor,” Luke replied.

Scott came into the kitchen. “The door was open. Is everything all right? There are several police cars outside.”

“Sara’s missing.” Luke’s voice shook as he spoke. “She’s not back from the pharmacist yet.”

“
What?
Antonia gave her a lift this morning. She could tell ye where she dropped her off.”

Dave nodded, ending the call. “I’ll send someone around.”

Luke rubbed his hands over his face. “What can I do for you, Doc? I assume you came here for a reason?”

“Two reasons. I told Sara I’d come back and check ye over. Ye gave her quite a scare this morning with the migraine. She thought it was meningitis. Sit down.”

“I don’t have time for a checkup, Doc. I have to find Sara.”

“Let the police handle it. They’ll find her. Sit down.”

Luke sat and let Scott check him over, listening to him talk.

“I also wanted tae see Sara again. I was concerned about her this morning and wanted tae make sure she was resting like I told her. How’s the vision?”

“Normal. Why should—?”

“Headache?”

“Not as bad as it was, but not good. Why—?”

“Nausea?”

“Not anymore. Why—?”

“Good. Take these.” Scott held out two pills.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I have my own.”

“Luke—”

Luke massaged his temples. “Doc, I don’t want to fight. I’ll take the meds I took last night and if my prescription ever turns up, then I’ll take those.”

He moved over to the cupboard and pulled down the bottle of pills. He shook two into his hand and took them with a mouthful of water. He turned his hard gaze on Scott, finally finishing his sentence. “Why should Sara be resting?”

“I checked her over when I was here this morning. She was exhibiting several signs of pre-eclampsia.”

Luke paled.
Oh no, Lord God, please protect her. Let us find her in time.
“Amy, my sister-in-law, had that with her first. We nearly lost them both.”

“Depending on her blood pressure, I was going tae admit her. The babies have nae grown or moved much for the last two weeks.”

“I knew she was having dizzy spells and still being sick, but I assumed that was normal for her.” Luke shot Dave an agonized stare. “We have to find her.”

Dave returned the gaze then turned to Scott. “How dangerous is pre-eclampsia?”

“It can kill. The only real treatment is tae deliver the baby.”

“Sara is only twenty-seven weeks. The twins won’t survive if they’re born now.” Luke’s stomach churned with worry.

“There is that possibility, but if we can get her in tae hospital and on steroids, the babies stand a much better chance. I ken of a twenty-nine weeker who is now the most intelligent child in his class.”

“We have to find her first.” Luke massaged his temples, his head once more beginning to pound.

“I want tae give ye another shot.”

“No more sedatives. I need to find Sara.”

Dave shook his head. “Let us find her, Luke. Ye need to sleep off the migraine. Yer no good tae anyone like this.”

“I’m fine, Dave. I need to talk to Antonia and Daniel and let Carole know, and Mary is arriving at some point this evening. She’s coming to stay for Christmas.”

“I’ll ring Carole and talk tae Antonia and Daniel. I’ll tell ye what they ken. Ye rest until Mary arrives. And if ye won’t take the order from me, Lieutenant, the doc here outranks even ye.”

Luke sighed. “Fine, I’ll lie on the couch.” He looked at Scott. “The pain meds I took will be fine. I can’t afford to be knocked out again. Look what happened last time.”

****

Two hours later, Luke heard a car pull up and pushed himself to his feet. He moved to the door and flung it open. “Sara?” His face and heart sank. “Mary. Hi, come in.”

Mary’s smile vanished. “What’s wrong? Why did you think I was Sara?”

Luke took her case from her. “She’s missing.”

He led the way inside and shut the door. The shock on the older lady’s face mirrored the way he felt.

“Missing? What happened? I thought she was safe here.”

Luke led her into the lounge and sat her down. “I’ve gotten sick. Sara called the Doc out, and he sedated me. Gave her a prescription for me, and she went out to get my medication. I’m sorry, Mary.”

“She went on her own?”

“The cop on duty out front wasn’t there when I woke. I assume he went, too, but there’s no sign of him, either.” Luke took a deep shuddering breath. “I was so mad at her yesterday. I felt so sick, and she insisted on going to this party next door.”

“She didn’t go alone?”

“No, no. I went with her. Why did she have to go out this morning?”

“You told me why.”

“That makes it my fault.”

“No, it doesn’t. Luke, getting sick wasn’t your fault. I promise you that.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Mary hugged him. “It’ll be all right.”

He hugged her back. “No, it won’t. You see, she’s got pre-eclampsia, and that could kill her.”

“Her grandma had it too, it runs in families. It tends to skip a generation. When did you find out?”

“The Doc checked her over this morning when he came out to see me. He came back this afternoon to admit her, depending on her blood pressure.” Luke ran his hands though his hair. “If only I’d picked up on it. I knew she wasn’t gaining weight like she should be. I should have taken her to the Doc sooner.”

“It wouldn’t have helped. Her grandma was a midwife, and her grandpa was a doctor, and even they didn’t pick up on the fact she had it until it was too late.” She rubbed Luke’s arm. “We have to trust she’ll be all right. God will keep her safe.”

Luke shrugged, rubbing his hands together.

Mary took a deep breath. “I spoke to her on the phone last night. She said a friend of hers she’d met online was here in town for a few days, and he wanted to meet her. He told her she’d mentioned in an email where she was living.”

Luke stared at Mary in horror. Surely Sara wasn’t that stupid. “Tell me I didn’t hear you right? She wasn’t going to go meet him?”

“No, no. She told me it was wrong, and she hadn’t told him where she was. She checked her emails and she’d said nothing. She also said you’d say not to go.”

“Too right I would.” He paused. “Online? What was his name? Did she say?”

“Oscar I think. She said she’d had a few emails from him. She’d known him since before she ever met Jamie, she said around years or so last night, and they’d chatted once or twice.”

“Sara, what have you done?” Luke pushed himself up, went into the other room, and turned on the computer.

Mary followed him. “What are you looking for?”