1-800-Where-R-You 3 - Safe House by Carroll Jenny

Author:Carroll, Jenny
Language: eng
Format: epub

1-800-Where-R-You 3 - Safe House

12

“Jesus,” Rob said, holding the flashlight so that it shined on Heather's tear-​stained face . . . which wasn't actually much help, since I was trying to loosen a knot at the back of her head, the one holding her gag in place, and I could barely see what I was doing.

“Rob,” I said. I had crawled into the bathtub with Heather. “Hold the light over here, will you?”

He did as I asked, but it was like he was in a trance or something. I couldn't blame him, really. I mean, I'd had a pretty good feeling what kind of shape Heather would be in when we found her. He'd had no warning. No warning at all.

And it was bad. It was really bad. Worse even than I'd seen in my vision, because of course what I had seen, I had seen through Heather's eyes. I had not been able to see her, because in my dream, I'd been her.

Which was how I'd known she'd been in pain. Only now was I able to see why.

“Heather,” I said when I'd gotten the gag out of her mouth. “Are you all right?”

It was a lame question, of course. She wasn't all right. The way she looked, I was willing to bet she'd never be all right again.

But what else was I supposed to say?

Heather didn't say anything. Her head lolled. She wasn't unconscious, but she was as close to it as a person could be.

“Here,” Rob said, when he saw the trouble I was having with the knots at her wrists. He dug into his pocket and came up with a Swiss Army knife. It only took a second for the bright blade to sever the thin strip of material holding her hands behind her back.

It was only when one of those arms dangled limply after it was freed that I realized it was broken.

Not that Heather seemed to care, or notice, even. She'd balled up into a fetal position, and though Rob took his denim jacket off and draped it over her, she was shivering as if it were winter.

“I think she's in shock,” Rob said.

“Yeah,” I said. I'd heard things about shock. Like how shock alone could kill someone after an accident, even someone who was not all that seriously injured.

And Heather, if you asked me, was very seriously injured.

“Heather?” I peered into her face. It was hard to tell whether or not she could hear me. “Heather, can you hear me? Listen, it's all right. Everything is going to be all right.”

Rob gave it a try.

“Heather,” he said. “You're safe now. Look, can you tell us who did this? Can you tell us who did this to you, Heather?”

That was when she finally opened her mouth. But what came out was not the name of her attacker.

“Go away,” Heather wailed, pushing ineffectually at me with her one unbroken arm. “Go away before they come back . . . and find you here....”

Rob and I exchanged glances.

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