POV by Chris Brosnahan

Author:Chris Brosnahan [Chris Brosnahan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins UK, Digital
Published: 2013-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

By now, they would have checked security footage, although privacy concerns meant that the cell itself wouldn’t have been recorded, which was some mercy.

My feet were sore and my ankle was aching but I needed to move. Everything would be going insane soon. I only had minutes before the police started searching for me in earnest.

If I’d had some way of contacting Rachel discreetly, I’d have tried to find out more before I made my way towards the meeting place, but it would have involved me manually manipulating the IDRoPS again and that would have taken too much time. Plus, she might have no way of checking her own messages now.

I made my way towards the meeting place. A car park, which was subterranean and would be isolated at this time of night. I needed to see them. I could be there within fifteen minutes if I ran at a decent pace, even without shoes. I thought I could trust my ankle would hold out. I hoped so, anyway.

I felt like I knew too little and hoped too much. I hadn’t had time to plan something better, so I had to go with first instincts and follow them through.

I stayed away from the main roads and kept as clear a view of what was around me as I could. It wasn’t possible to get there without anyone seeing me, or without passing security cameras, so I had to rely on moving quickly while drawing as little attention to myself as possible. I also had to hope that the police would be heading to where they thought I would go, rather than knowing which way I’d actually gone.’

I considered contacting them but I was scared for two reasons. The first was that he would hurt or even kill Rachel or Natalie. The second was that I would be mistaken for him. At this point, the police wouldn’t hesitate to shoot, or do whatever they had to do in order to drop me if they thought I was him. They could be killed or I could be killed.

As I walked down the ramp, I could see him holding them. Rachel was kneeling with her hands behind her back, and Natalie was sitting holding her knees with her head buried down. He wasn’t holding a knife anymore.

He had a gun in his hand.

‘John!’ He said with a large, maniacal grin across his face. ‘The family is all here! How exciting!’ The voice was mine but harsher and quieter. It was obviously an effort for him to speak too loudly.

Rachel was shaking her head at me, trying to warn me back. ‘Jo’— she began to say, but she was cut off by him swinging back toward her and pointing the gun directly at her head.

‘Don’t!’ he said it quietly but with authority.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked them and then corrected myself and addressed him. ‘Are they okay?’

‘They are for now. I just wanted to see you, John. See this nice little life you’ve built for yourself.

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