Love Revolution (Black Cat Records Shakespeare Inspired trilogy) (23 page)

Noticing the concerned look on his face, Sara was frowning when she reached him. “What is it Chris?”

“Mary Timmons is on the phone.”

“What…”

“I don’t know,” he interrupted. “She didn’t say.” He handed her his phone.

“Hello,” Sara said, brows knitting together.

In the span of one short moment, Chris watched her relaxed body tense. He put his arm around her, listening to the one sided conversation with a growing sense of dread.

“What? That son of a bitch. No, I haven’t heard from her. That worries me, too. Yes, call me back.” She blinked and handed Chris back his cell.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked.

 “JR, the bastard, called my sister a whore in front of everyone at the BS press conference today.”

“Why the hell would he do that? I thought the two of them were pretty tight?”

“They were… until yesterday. Sam was crushed. She had no clue what went wrong.” She shook her head. “Apparently, Danny set both of them up. Made JR think Sam slept with him.”

“What a lying asshole! Needless to say, I’ll be looking for a new drummer.” Chris scowled. “He’s going to have a hard time playing anyway minus his thumbs.”

She squeezed his hand. “Mary’s concerned because she hasn’t been able to get a hold of Sam.” Sara pulled out her cell phone and punched in her sister’s number with a shaky hand. “I don’t understand. None of this makes sense.” The call went directly to voicemail. Her shoulders slumped. “Beth saw her right after it all happened and said she seemed ok. But now she’s not answering the door or her cell.” She looked at Chris, her eyes filled with foreboding. “Sam loves her job. She would never ignore calls from Mary Timmons.”

“Maybe she just needed some time to herself and turned off her cell,” Chris said, trying to console her.

“That’s not like her. I’m really worried. I need to go back to Vancouver. I never should have left when she was so upset.”

“Stop worrying.” Chris pulled her into his arms and rubbed his chin on the top of her hair. “They’ll find her. Finish your set with Cash and then if you still want to go back to Vancouver we’ll go straight to the airport. But I’m sure Mary will call any minute and tell us that they found her.”

“Ok, Chris. I hope you’re right.”

After JR had learned the truth from Fred, he stormed out on a mission to find the douche that was responsible for getting him into this whole mess. He found Danny in the lobby putting the moves on Cynthia. He had murder on his mind, but Dwight managed to pull him off before he could do any serious damage.

Unfortunately, the altercation didn’t go undocumented. Several opportunistic photographers caught the entire thing on film.

“Dammit, JR!” Marcus hissed, his face filled with rage. He gave JR a shove.

“Don’t Marcus,” Dwight rasped. “Don’t give the parasites more ammunition.”

Marcus glared once more at JR before pushing his way back out through the growing crowd. Looking disappointed, Dwight shook his head and turned to follow his brother as hotel security arrived.

JR managed to slip out as well. Without even pausing to think, he took the elevator up to Sam’s floor, planning to beg her to forgive him. Unlikely, but he had to at least try. He knocked several times, but she didn’t answer. He paced back and forth down the narrow hallway feeling restless and uneasy. He tried her cell, too, but the call went directly to voicemail. Fear tightened his throat. He was beginning to think she wasn’t even going to hear him out. The thought of being completely shut out of her life made his stomach roil.

Hearing the elevator ding, JR glanced up and saw Mary step out.

“Still not answering the door is she?”

JR shook his head and rubbed his neck. His expression was desolate.

“I’ve already been up here once myself. I’m starting to get more than a little concerned,” she confided, frowning. “Her sister hasn’t heard from her, either. With the emotional state she was in, I just hope she hasn’t done something rash.” She flashed JR a stern look.

“Oh, please God, no.” Not being a part of her life was one thing. JR pulled his hair through his hands. This was entirely his fault. “Shit!” He sighed dejectedly and slid to the floor, draping his arms over his raised knees.

“Security is on their way up. They were delayed clearing reporters out of the lobby. I’ve talked them into letting me into the apartment, and I also asked them to start looking through surveillance tape. I want to know where Sam is, right now. I don’t like this. She’s not an irresponsible girl. She wouldn’t want to worry anyone unnecessarily.” She knocked on the door again, frowning when no one answered. She glared down at JR. “I can’t believe you…and Danny. What a psycho. When I’m done with him, he’ll be lucky to get a job sacking groceries.”

“I’m sorry, Mary.” JR swallowed. “I really screwed up this time. What I said about Sam,” he shook his head, “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Really, JR. A little thinking before you act would save us all a lot of grief. Beth said you got into it with Danny, too. Not your finest day, for sure.” She gave him a long look. “You’re a talented drummer, and I’ve made a lot of allowances for your behavior in the past, but that ends today. When we find Sam, the first thing you’re going to do is make a public apology. And from then on, you’d better toe the line.”

A tense silence filled the narrow hallway as they waited for security to arrive.

“I love her so much, Mary.” Staring down at the floor, JR’s voice was raw with emotion. “It’s not a feeling I’ve had before. It’s very unnerving. With just one word, she could destroy me.”

Mary nodded. “Welcome to the world of real relationships.”

Chris had a grim look on his face when Sara came off the stage.

“What’s going on?” Sara asked with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

He took both of her hands in his and squeezed. “Sara, you need to sit down.”

She gulped.

Guiding her gently to a chair, he sat down across from her. “I’m so sorry, babe. They still haven’t found her. But there was evidence of a struggle in your apartment. The phone was off the hook and a lamp was knocked over.”

Sara gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. She felt like she might throw up.

“Mary’s called the police.”

“Hey.” Startled by the interruption, they both looked up.

 “I’m sorry I missed the concert, Sara. Traffic was a bitch on thirty five.”

“Oh, Leann,” Sara croaked to her manager with eyes brimming. “Sam’s missing.”

“No!” Leann turned pale. “Oh, no, Sara, you don’t think it’s your…” She stopped and glanced at Chris.

“Leann, please. It’s ok. Whatever news you have, you can tell me in front of Chris.”

Despite the dire circumstances, a sudden surge of emotion clogged Chris’ throat, making it difficult for him to swallow. He knew for a fact that Sara was not a woman who gave her trust easily.

Leann knelt down and took one of Sara’s hands. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, honey. They’ve got a new guy in the DA office. He just now called me. Your father made parole several days ago. And he never checked in with his parole officer. You don’t think he could have taken her, do you?”

Sara face drained of all color, and she slumped forward. Leann glanced over her shoulder at Chris.

He slid between the two women and scooped Sara into his arms. He sat and cradled her limp body in his lap, not knowing what else to do or what he could say. Her back pressed against him and then she began to shake.

“Leann, I think she’s going into shock. Could you go to the bar and bring back a whiskey?”

“Absolutely.” Eyes wide, Leann nodded and scurried off.

Chris began rubbing Sara’s arms. She looked up at him. Her grey eyes were large and her teeth chattered. “He’s got her, Chris. I know he’s got her.”

Sara spent a long time on the phone with the Vancouver city police, telling them everything she could remember about her father. Then she called Gram to tell her the bad news. After that she’d been so emotionally exhausted that she’d fallen into a restless sleep on the chartered jet Mary had arranged to get her and Chris back to Vancouver.

Suddenly, she bolted awake. A nightmare featuring her sister in her mother’s place had her shivering all over again. She closed her eyes tightly trying to shut out the images. Her tossing and turning woke Chris and he looked at her with concern.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sara climbed out of his lap and moved to the other seat. She pulled out her cell and tears silently fell down her face. No new messages. Terrifying scenarios whipped through her thoughts, snapping the thin thread of control she had over them. The more time that passed the slimmer her hope Sam would call and say that everything was ok. It had been way too long now since anyone had seen her.

 Chris reached over and took her hand. She held onto him like he was her lifeline.

When they arrived at Vancouver International and stepped off the plane, the major crime unit lead investigator was waiting on the dark rain slicked tarmac along with Mary. The news wasn’t good.

In a voice filled with foreboding, the uniformed officer told Sara what they’d found on the surveillance tape at the hotel. “We’ve got video of him taking her out of the building. He hid her in a linen hamper and took the service elevator out of the building. There was blood on her face.”