Christmas Stalking

“Cuffed to the bed, so don’t get too excited.”

“What if something happens to you?”

“You mean if the cops stop me?”

She nodded.

“I’ll send them back here to get you.”

“Yeah, right.”

He put a hand on her shoulder. “Believe what you want but I never intended to hurt you.”

Her eyes fell to the bandaged wound on his forearm. “Better pick up a first aid kit while you’re at it.”

He withdrew his hand. “Finish up your breakfast. I think it would be best if you skipped the coffee until I get back. I don’t have any way of giving you room to maneuver when I’m gone.”

As Jade ate, thinking about being chained up for the next few hours, Max piled a stack of papers on the floor near the bedstead and placed his laptop next to them. “Write your pants, shirt sizes, shoe size, that kind of stuff, on this piece of paper.” He set a pen down with the paper. “Anything else?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been kidnapped before.” She finished writing and pushed away from the table.

He guided her into position and handcuffed her to the bedstead.

Trying hard not to panic, she took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, calming herself as much as possible, although the thought of being trapped here to die was right there. She believed that he’d be back as soon as he could, but there was always the possibility of a car accident, of him being shot, of…anything. She settled her back against the pillows he’d placed against the wall.

“Probably as good as it’s going to get.”

She rattled the cuffs. “I’m still worried. Something could happen.”

He sat down, his weight dipping the bed. He stared at her for a long moment, his lips pursed and his brows creased. She supposed he’d had the same thoughts. That something unforeseen could occur. “Tell you what. I’ll tell my friend that someone’s here. I’ll e-mail him right now. I’ll say that if he doesn’t hear from me in three hours, he should come to the cabin.”

“Where does he live?”

“He’ll be in D.C. And don’t worry. He’s never let me down.”

She nodded. It was more than she’d hoped for.

He opened his laptop, typed for awhile, then went over to the desk, where he plugged the unit into the wall. She heard the familiar squeal of an online connection. It took a lot longer than she’d figured, but then she had a cable connection at home and at the office, so she never had to wait. Finally, he unplugged the computer and brought it back.

“Do you want the TV on?”

“Is there a remote?”

“No. I just picked up a cheapie so I could watch the news.”

“Skip it. This should keep me busy.” She waved at the computer and the stack of papers.

“Okay, then.” Max stood over her chewing his lower lip. “The files that are pertinent are under Geotech. I’ve written the password on that sticky note.” He nodded at the top of the stack of papers. She saw a string of letters and numbers written in a neat hand.

He headed across the room and picked up a heavy jacket, then got the phone line that was still connected to the jack and put that in his pocket. He paused at the garage door. “A couple of hours then.”

“Oh boy.”

He opened the door and a blast of cold air swept across the cabin as he stepped out. He pulled the door closed behind him.

Jade heard the garage door open. Her car started up and backed out, then the garage door closed again. She kept listening until she no longer heard the engine, until she was left in silence. At least she’d be able to hear when he came back.

As she had last night, she listened for any noise that might indicate she was near other people, but if anything, the blanket of snow outdoors cloaked even more sound than before. She heard a distant creak and it took her several minutes of concentration to realize it was a large tree swaying in the light breeze.

It was so quiet in the cabin that she could hear her own heart beating. A whoosh in the garage marked the water heater turning on, followed mere seconds later by it going off again. She saw a small flurry of snow fall past the window and heard the pattering of a squirrel’s feet on the snow-packed roof.

At least she hoped it was a squirrel. In a brief fugue state she imagined herself attacked by rats as she sat chained to the bed. Max would come back and find a bare skeleton chained to the frame like in a horror movie.

To ward off any more sickening images, she picked up Max’s laptop and turned it on, watching it boot up quickly. It was not unlike her own, and she clicked a couple of the unfamiliar icons to see what they might be. With any luck, Max might have one new enough to have a wireless connection.

She looked in the system folder, and it did, indeed. She double-clicked it, then held her breath as the laptop attempted to connect. Finally an error message popped up. No carrier to be found.

Damn.

She turned the unit off to conserve the batteries and leaned over the bed as far as she could, looking around the room for a possible escape route, a way out of the cuffs. Nothing. Exasperated, she tugged at her manacled wrist. Nothing budged.

She sighed and relaxed against the pillow. She looked at the stack of papers Max had left. She poked through the pile, noting everything was dated sequentially. She picked up a handful and began looking at them.

Hmm. Receipts, stapled to regular paper with notes. Phone records. Geotech office memos. Her interest piqued, she began to read.

DESPITE THE E-MAIL Max was still worried about Jade. Leaving her there had been a tough choice, but in the end, it was the only thing he could do. He’d briefly considered not cuffing her, but she’d try to escape and that could only end badly. In her high heels, she wouldn’t get far, and far was where she’d have to go for help. The cabin’s nearest neighbor was about fifteen miles away.

No, his best bet now was to proceed as carefully as he could with his plan and get back safely. At least he wasn’t trying to do the drive to D.C. and back, as he’d been doing for the last couple of weeks.

As he approached the outskirts of Ashwood, he decided he’d do the shopping first, the phone calls after. If Agent Bilick traced the call, Max would be back at the cabin before there could be a response.

He hit the small department store first, picking up a couple of pairs of denims, wool lumberjack shirts, warm socks and hiking shoes for Jade. He found a down jacket in her size, then headed into the women’s department for underwear. As he eyed the bras and panties, feeling more out of his depth by the second, an elderly woman approached him.

“Not sure we carry anything in your size,” she said.

“Oh.” Max reddened. “It’s not for me.”

“That’s a joke, son. You look a bit bewildered.”

“Oh. Well, I’m picking up a few things for a lady, and I thought she might like some—delicates—to go with them.”

“Do you know her sizes?” The woman, in her fifties, peered at him over thick bifocals.

“Here.” Max thrust the paper with Jade’s sizes into her gnarled hand.

“Hmm. Well, the panties should be okay, but the shirt size makes picking out a bra a little tough.”

Max reached for the paper. “Maybe I should just get the stuff later.” He could feel the heat in his face.

The woman pulled the paper out of his reach. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. We’re talking bras here, not your deepest sins. The shirt size tells us how big around she is. We just need to figure out the cup size.”

“Cup size?”

“For the bra.”

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