It was raining by the time Jason drew the vehicle into the parking lot
of a Nevada motel and the sky was beginning to darken, revealing a mottled
sky of cloud and stars. By this time, Copper's legs were so stiff from the
drive that she stumbled from the car and Jason had to haul her to her feet,
enquiring in anxious tones as to whether or not she was all right."
"My legs have gone to sleep." Copper said quietly. "From the long journey."
"Then it's a good thing we're resting here." Jason decided, reaching in
the back of the car for the headscarf and the dark glasses. "Here, my sweet.
Put these on."
Biting her lip, Copper hesitated for a moment, then did as she was bidden,
tying the floral wrap tightly around her distinctive red curls and hiding
her brown eyes from view.
"You said on the radio that they found my car." She said lightly, as he
linked his arm protectively in hers, leading her towards the brightly lit
building. "What if they discover that it was you who took me away?"
"They won't do that." Jason said dismissively. "Besides, they don't
know where we're going. And Phoebe promised to help me. She said she'd deflect
attention."
"Phoebe." Copper bit her lip. "I don't understand, Jason - why would you
trust her? She's no friend of mine."
"She's your business agent." Jason told her calmly. "And it's all right,
my darling. You don't have to pretend with me. Together we can be totally
honest. You're not in California now - those Pelligrinis will never find
us in time."
"Did Phoebe tell you that the Pelligrinis were unkind to me?" Copper asked
softly. Jason nodded.
"Yes." He agreed. "He said that the mother controlled you and the son was
marrying you for your money and your fame, to keep you tied even more closely
with the music company. I knew it had to be true. He's not good enough for
you."
"Maybe she was lying to you." Copper ventured. "Maybe Aaron is...is a friend
of mine, and Nancy too. Perhaps I wasn't afraid of them."
"It doesn't matter." Jason seemed unperturbed. "Because they were bad for
you, anyway. Phoebe knew they were and so do I. And so did your friend. She
went to great trouble to make sure that Phoebe and I could meet without anyone
knowing."
"Friend?" Copper looked startled. "I don't understand -which friend? You
met with one of my friends?"
"Yes." Jason agreed. "She told me all about your problems with Misfit Music
and everything." He beamed. "Now, no more questions. It has been a long trip
and you will be tired. You need to sleep and I must make a phonecall."
"A phonecall?" Despite herself Copper stopped dead, causing him to pull
impatiently on her arm to get her moving once more. "To who? Phoebe?"
"No, of course not." Jason tut-tutted. "To your friends, of course. Now
we're out of California I have to tell them that they need to stop looking
for us. That you're happy with me and that if they try and come to Nevada
I will have to hurt them. I don't want to hurt anyone, Copper, but nobody
can be allowed to stop us being together. Not ever."
Copper blanched.
"I will do whatever you ask of me." She whispered. "So long as you don't
hurt anyone back home."
"There, now you are upset." Jason looked regretful. "I told you, noone will
get hurt so long as they are sensible and realise that we want to be left
alone. That is what you want, isn't it, darling? To be left alone?"
"More than you know." Copper nodded her head, her mind a whirl. Jason smiled,
satisfied, then pulled open the door of the motel.
"I will book us a room." He told her. "You stay here. I don't want people
to see you and think they should interfere. Remember what I said."
"I remember, and I won't say a word." Copper assured him, though her eyes
flitted to the door as if gauging whether she would make it out of the motel
and across to the car before he caught up with her. Jason slipped the car-keys
into his pocket, sauntering up to the desk, and inwardly the drummer berated
herself for not having learnt the dubious art of hotwiring a car when she
had been in high-school.
"If ever I get out of this, I'm gonna get Sadie to show me." She decided,
twisting her hands together and lowering her gaze as a couple sent her a
curious glance from across the room. "I want so much to call out for help
- it could all be over so quickly! But I know he has that gun in his jacket
and that he'd kill these people just as easily as he'd kill Aaron or anyone
back home if they tried to intervene. It's not a risk I dare take - maybe
he wouldn't kill me but I have no doubt that he would kill others to keep
us together. I have to just be patient. Something will come up. I just have
to pray hard and hope that he makes a mistake. So long as I do as he tells
me, he seems to trust me enough not to manhandle me too much. I wonder if
I can convince him not to tie me up tonight..."
"Well, my love? Shall we go?" Jason's voice penetrated her thoughts and
she glanced up, meeting his hard blue gaze with a hesitant one of her own.
At length she nodded, getting to her feet and allowing him to lead her across
the lobby and into the lift.
"Tomorrow the secrecy stops." He murmured to her. "I think we will be in
Vegas before nightfall, and then we will be man and wife. Nobody can seperate
us then!"
Copper made no response, and, taking this as acquiescence, Jason led her
down the corridor to their room, unlocking it and ushering her inside. Glad
of the chance to rest, despite the circumstances, Copper sank down on the
end of the bed, rubbing her aching legs.
"It's been a long day." She murmured. "Will you let me sleep?"
"Soon." Jason nodded. "Soon. First I must call California, and then we will
rest. We have an early start tomorrow."
He rummaged in his pocket, fishing out his length of rope and Copper's heart
sank.
"Jason, I thought you trusted me." She protested. "Must you tie me again
tonight? It hurts my arms and legs so!"
"I have no choice." Jason told her sadly. "I have to make sure you stay
with me. Someone might spirit you away otherwise. Once we are married, my
pet, I promise, no more ropes."
Copper sighed, but raised no further objection, and Jason carefully bound
her wrists and ankles. The knots were not as tight as they had been the night
before, however, and Copper found that though escape would be impossible,
she could at least make herself comfortable on the soft matress. Gently Jason
covered her over with the flowered duvet, then he reached for the telephone.
"You must tell me the phone number for the Starlight Mansion." He said at
length. "So I can call them."
"You don't know it already?" Copper was surprised. Jason shook his head,
his eyes narrowing.
"No. It is not on your website. Nobody would tell it me. But you know it...tell
me."
Slowly Copper recited the number, watching her captor carefully as he dialled.
She was somewhat comforted to know that it was her home he was calling, even
though she knew that she would not be able to speak to them. At least then
they would know that she was alive, and that as yet he had not harmed her.
The phone was answered on the third ring, and from the bed Copper could
make out Sylva's familiar East coast accent.
"Starlight Mansion, Sylva speaking." She said. "Can I help you?"
"Stop looking for Copper." Jason cut straight to the point. "She doesn't
want you to find her."
Sylva let out an exclamation, then, "Who is this? What do you know about
Copper?"
"Copper is here with me." Jason said quietly. "She doesn't want you all
chasing her! She loves me and we are going to be man and wife! She doesn't
need any of you!"
Across America in the Starlight hallway, Sylva's blue eyes had widened as
she'd registered who she was speaking to, and, grabbing a sheet of blank
paper, she scrawled a note on it, holding it up to Sadie, who had emerged
from the lounge at the sound of her exclamation. Sadie's own expression became
one of amazement and she turned on her heel, hurrying back into the lounge
and rummaging through her bag for her mobile phone.
"What's going on? Where's the fire?" Nancy demanded, glancing up from the
newspaper article she had been poring over.
"It's him on the phone! I have to call Alex!" Sadie hissed.
"Him?" Nancy frowned. "Who?"
"Copper's abductor!" Sadie responded. "Keep your voice down! I don't know
how long Syl can keep him on the phone for, but it might not be good for Copper
if he knows that we're contacting the FBI to put a trace on it!"
"So Alex was right to have our phones tapped." Topaz looked grave. "I didn't
think that we'd get a call from the nutter but I guess I was wrong. Unless
we have it all wrong and it's a ransom he wants after all."
Sadie shrugged, but before she could respond her boyfriend had picked up
the phone and she relayed to him what was going on in hushed, excited tones.
As she terminated her call, the door of the lounge swung open, and Sylva
stepped in, her expression troubled and somewhat dazed.
"Couldn't you keep him on the line any longer? Alex was trying to get a
trace on him." Sadie looked crestfallen. Sylva shook her head.
"He just hung up." She responded. "Oh God, guys, what are we involved in
here?"
"What did he say to you?" Topaz asked.
"That we were to stop coming after Copper because she loves him and doesn't
want us there. That they're going to be married and if anyone comes after
him he'll kill them, because nobody is going to keep him and Copper apart."
Sylva swallowed hard. "He sounded like he meant it."
"Did he say anything about Copper? Was she with him, or...?"
"He said so, and I thought I heard something in the background, but I couldn't
make it out." Sylva shrugged. "As for where he is, it's anyone's guess. I
couldn't get a good enough idea of the sounds or anything. Wherever it was,
it wasn't a payphone."
"Another motel? Remember, he ditched her car at one already." Nancy suggested.
Sylva pursed her lips.
"Yeah, like there aren't many motels in California." She said darkly. "It
doesn't really narrow things down at all."
"Do you think he will call again?" Sadie wondered.
"If he thinks he has his message across, then no, he won't." Topaz decided.
"If he thinks we're ignoring him, he might well. But by ignoring him we might
put Copper at risk. If he's openly threatening to kill anyone who interferes,
we can't discount the idea that he might kill Copper too on the least excuse.
We have to think of her, too."
"There is one thing, though." Nancy murmured. "It looks like Cynthia's source
was right, and that he is taking her to Las Vegas. Where else could they be
so easily and quickly married with the minimum of fuss? Sacramento must have
been a red herring - a detour to throw us off the scent."
At that moment there was a knock at the door and Sadie got to her feet to
go answer it, returning in a moment with Alex and a group of officers. Alex
cast his girlfriend a quizzical look.
"Well? Who spoke to him?" He demanded.
"Syl." Sadie responded. "But he just hung up on her. We're sorry, Alex.
Did you get anything?"
"No. He wasn't on the line long enough for us to get anything other than
a vague bearing." Alex shook his head. "Somewhere near the California/Nevada
border, but that's about all. Nothing more precise."
He eyed Sylva.
"What did he say?"
Sylva outlined the conversation briefly, her blue eyes anxious.
"We think it means that he is going to Vegas, and that Copper is still alive."
She concluded. "But what are we going to do? He scared me, Alex. He sounded
like he really meant it."
"He probably did." Alex said darkly. "This morning, Cynthia brought a photograph
to the bureau that she had found amongst Copper's belongings...and we managed
to identify the man involved. This is not the first time he has abducted a
young woman and tried to force her to love him. He's done time for it before...in
fact he's only recently been out on parole." His lips thinned with displeasure.
"A parole that Ray and I tried to block. Believe me, I take no pleasure in
having my reticence vindicated."
"Dammit, I'd like to get my hands on this jerk." Nancy clenched her fists.
"He's driving my brother to distraction and he's taken one of our best friends
away from everything that's important to her just to fulfil some sick fantasy
of his!"
"Believe me, Nancy, we'd quite like to get our hands on him, too." Alex
frowned. "Ray is in Sacramento still with her car - not that it's revealing
a whole lot that we didn't already know - and I called him on the way over.
If we can get a tap on where the call came from, he's all set to round up
the local law enforcement and do a raid, but unless we can pinpoint something
it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Isn't there any way you can trace the call even after it's finished? We
have caller ID." Topaz looked hopeful. Sylva frowned.
"I already tried that, but the number was withheld." She admitted. Alex
shook his head.
"This is a repeat offender and as such he's learnt from the mistakes he
made first time around." he said astutely. "All we can do is keep tabs on
your phone and hope that for some reason he calls again."
As if to answer Alex's remark, the phone suddenly began to ring out through
the house, making everyone jump.
"One of you girls answer it." Alex got to grips with himself first. "It
might be nothing but it might be important."
"I'll take it." Sadie slipped into the hall, and, exchanging looks, her
friends followed her, none of them knowing what the call might mean.
"Hello?" Sadie berated the nervous note in her voice as she scooped up the
receiver. "S..Starlight Mansion, Sadie speaking."
"Sadie?"
A faint, but familiar voice came down the line and Sadie let out an incredulous
squeal.
"Copper? Is that you?"
"Keep your damn voice down!" Copper's voice became anxious, and Sadie bit
her lip, gesturing to Alex, and glancing at the disbelieving expressions
of her friends. "He's asleep!"
"I'm sorry." Sadie muted her tones. "How...I didn't expect it to be you.
He just called us, you see, and.."
"I know. I heard him. Listen." Copper's voice wavered, then, "I don't want
any of you to try and come after me. He's got a gun and he's told me that
he will kill anyone who tries to interfere."
"Has he hurt you?" Sadie sounded anxious.
"No." Copper's tone held some reservations. "But I know he will if I don't
cooperate with what he wants, so that's why I don't want to wake him."
"Can you tell me where you are? Alex is here and they're trying to get a
trace on your location, but if you could tell me..."
"Some motel. We seem to have been driving forever." Copper paused, getting
to grips with her composure, then, "I think we're in Nevada, but I don't
know where. Just something he said. He's taking me to Las Vegas, I know that...he
keeps telling me that we're going to get m...married there, and..." She faltered.
"Do you know what the motel is called?"
"I didn't see - it was raining so hard when we got here." Copper admitted.
"And it was dark, but he made me wear shades so noone would recognise me.
I think...I think it has Washington in the name but...but I might be wrong."
"That's something." Sadie said gently. "Listen, can you keep the line open
a while longer? Maybe Alex can pinpoint where you are. Ray - Agent Nicholson
- he's been up with your car in Sacramento and he's on the alert."
"I'll try, but we seem to have come a long way from Sacramento." Copper
responded. "He thinks we'll be in Vegas tomorrow...I don't know what happens
then, except he keeps talking about Mexico." Sadie could hear the tears in
her friend's voice. "Sadie, I want you to tell Aaron not to do anything silly.
Tell him I love him and...and if I have to marry this guy to make sure noone
I care about gets hurt then I will, but that whatever happens he's to...to
keep out of it, all right?"
"I'll tell him." Sadie promised. "But Copper, none of us are giving up on
finding you or stopping this yet, so don't you give up faith in us, all right?
Alex and his bureau have been working like hell on the case and it will be
okay. All right?"
"I...I hope so." Copper replied. "I...Oh no!"
"Copper?" Sadie sounded concerned. "Copper, are you still there?"
There was no reply, and Sadie was sure she could make out a squeal in the
background, before the line went dead. A chill running down her spine, she
slowly replaced the receiver.
"That was Copper." She said softly. "But the phone went dead...and I think
she screamed. I think...I think he found out she was calling us. She doesn't
know exactly where she is, except that it's in Nevada and some motel which
might have Washington in the name. But she said he'd hurt her if she disobeyed
him and I know I heard her scream...I'm scared of what he might do!"
Alex glanced across at one of his officers, who gave a thumbs up signal.
"Well, if nothing else we got a trace on the location." He said. "I'll get
onto Ray at once. With any luck he'll be able to get in there and get Copper
out!"
Chapter One: Where Is Copper?
Chapter Two: Nancy Finds
A Clue
Chapter Three: Marissa
Chapter Four: A Faint Lead
Chapter Five: Undercover
Chapter Six: A Reluctant
Witness
Chapter Seven: Cynthia
Takes A Gamble
Chapter Eight: A Play For
Freedom
Chapter Nine: Aaron Decides
Chapter Ten: Midnight Flight
Chapter Eleven: The Race Is On
Chapter Twelve: Nemesis
Chapter Thirteen: Aftermath
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