*****

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 gift to

day I met Charlotte, my Virgin, we have helter-skeltered from

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

I change any

No. Nothing.

in, imprisoned in her cell, racked with pain, coughing up green slime, she

coming for you,

And me?

I’m the decoy.

but does little to blanket in what passed for the heat of the day. The streets are

reach the rendezvous point, near enough to

and, after all, Christmas

Santa, Please Stop Here signs. In my own home,

I pass by.

and passing into more uncertain territory. This end of

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 the

are cautious. The area is noted for hoax calls of fire or medical emergency followed by muggings for cash and drugs, and attacks on medics and fire officers for the

feeling

Better than the alternative.

to

concrete supports for the overpass, dim under inadequate sodium lighting. From the road above, moisture trickles down, streaking stark concrete walls white before settling to iced

the overpass, late evening traffic grumbles past. But here below, all

“Hello?”

briefly, then

I

Nothing…

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