*****

James

The message from Charlotte’s abductors…

Finchby…

Baxter…

… replays in my head…

Marsh Street under Barnbridge Road overpass 9pm

Bring the money

No police. No other people or she dies

If late she dies. So does the baby

Brandy and rage burn inside me.

The bag containing the ransom money swings heavy in my hand. I'm the decoy and at some level, I know I may not come out of this alive. Klempner's Kevlar vest gives me a little comfort, but it’s the fury inside that warms me against fast falling temperatures.

I should be afraid…

But I’m not.

Jade-Eyes…

My beautiful Jade-Eyes…

Your

Charlotte, my Virgin, we

has constantly pursued her, ruling her, robbed her of what she deserves. None of it her fault,

change any of

No. Nothing.

imprisoned in her cell, racked with pain, coughing up green slime, she found the way to tell

for

And me?

I’m the decoy.

the merest hush of a breeze. High cloud makes a haze of the stars but does little to blanket in what passed for the heat of the day. The streets are glazed to a hoared

have a trek of perhaps half a mile to reach the rendezvous point,

indoors and, after all, Christmas is coming. Most folks will be with friends, at

with spray-on snow and Santa, Please Stop Here signs. In my own home, we never finished the trimming up. Charlotte’s abduction killed

I pass by.

relative safety of the residential zone and passing into more uncertain territory. This end of Marsh Street is not a

the boundary of the City, it was built before the main highways were developed, a remnant of the old town, under the overpass which carries the modern road to Barnbridge. It's a risky spot for

fire or medical

feeling windy

Better than the alternative.

has to

lighting. From the road above, moisture trickles

late evening traffic

“Hello?”

briefly,

here.” I pace,

Nothing…

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