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It leaves you without a car, but with the weather that's not necessarily a bad thing."
"I don't know what to say, Shade. I hate the thought of inconveniencing the two of you." The couple looked at each other and smiled.
"Shade invited you and I'm seconding the motion, Lissy. You're welcome to be our guest. The bedroom Kim used is fully furnished. You'll have to go down the hall a bit to use the washroom and shower in the morning."
I threw my hands up in mock disgust. "Deal's off then." Smiles all around. "Does this offer include breakfast?"
"Sure does; we'll even let you buy," was Destiny's quick retort.
"I don't know how I can possibly turn this down. Oh, did your phone call prove to be fruitful? Anything new learned?"
Shade shook her head. "Regretfully, no. It's getting late. We should be going."
"Let me go say goodbye to my new friend Sergeant Wells." They both smiled.
I walked to the desk. Wells seemed busy with paper; a nasty looking brunette with her hair in a tight bun eyed me with suspicion. I wondered if she was naturally foul tempered or just upset about having to work on such a foul night.
"Sergeant." He looked up at me. I extended my hand. He frowned a bit but shook it. "I know you followed procedure, but I wanted to thank you for your kindness. I very much appreciate the coffee your officer... oh geez, I've forgotten his name already." Embarrassed, I shook my head. "Anyway, we'll be going. Drive safely on your way home tonight."
"Good luck to you and your friend, Ma'am. And thank you."
What happened next was shocking and beyond unexpected.
Bundled up for the storm, we headed to the door. We were maybe 10 feet away when Becky walked in. I skidded to a stop. She glanced at the desk, saw us, saw me, and stopped. Shock, pure and raw, rolled through me. I wanted to rip her heart out of her chest.
"So it was you. Where is Kara, Becky? Where are you and Bette keeping her?" By now I was quaking with anger that was fueled by adrenaline.
"Lissy, hi, who are your friends?" If you can believe it, she asked the question with what is best explained as a leer.
"Answer the question, you bitch," I said in the coldest tone possible. The smile ended as quickly as it started.
"She's where you can't get to her." I hadn't seen him, so I was surprised when I heard Sergeant Wells' voice.
"Ms. Stone, is there a problem here?"
In a burst of inspiration, I asked, "Sergeant, do you recognize this woman?"
"Yes, she was here with an attorney when Ms. Thornton was bailed out. Why?"
"We have reason to suspect that Kara is being held against her will somewhere in the area."
Becky exploded angrily, saying, "That's completely false. She's always been able to come and go as she pleases."
"Sergeant, I know this woman as Becky Reynolds. The other police officer told me is that she used McCann as her name."
"It's my maiden name," was said in a screech.
"So you admit you were here for all that?"
"Bette told me I had to come get her," was said before she had time to think. Awareness came too late and she shut up.
"Sergeant Slaughter, call someone to come up front. And call the A.D.A." He turned back to Becky. "Turn around, put your hands behind your head..." He Mirandized her as he was cuffing her.
Blustering, confused, and angry, Becky said, "Why am I being arrested?"
"Suspicion of involuntary restraint; kidnapping if you will."
"She's not kidnapped. She can come and go as she pleases." I was furious and about to say something. A female uniform appeared.
To my surprise, Wells said, "Fine; the officer will put you in a squad. You take her wherever Ms. Thornton is."
I honestly thought Becky might faint. She went pale as death, her eyes darting one way and another."
"I was sent to ask whether or not you would consider dropping the charges. The person Kara hit is a medical professional, a psychologist. She believes that Kara had some sort of episode and doesn't want to press charges."
Part of me wanted to hit the bitch.