Picture Perfect by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-06-13T21:00:00+00:00

Davey woke with a start. The trailer wasn’t moving anymore. He squirmed around, trying to get comfortable. Why had they stopped? Was it nighttime? Where was the woman? Would she let him out? He was about to shout when he heard the man’s voice. He had to be quiet and not make a sound. He had to act the way he did in the hospital and be brave. Be quiet and still. No matter how scared he was. One, two, three strikes and you’re out! His dad often said that. This was his third time. If the woman didn’t get him free, he was out. His dad had never said what happened when you were out. But Davey thought he knew. He was tired, almost too tired to care. He frowned in the darkness. It was a different kind of “almost.”

As soon as Cudge entered the restaurant, Elva made her way to the back of the rig. “Little boy, can you hear me?”

“I hear you. Let me out of here! I can’t move. Please let me out.”

“I’m gonna let you out soon as I can. Can you be quiet for just a little longer? I know you must be hungry, but I can’t do anything about it right now. Cudge just went inside to get some food. I think he’s going to open the pop-up, and you gotta be ready to run. Do you think you can run? Little boy, can you run?”

Davey’s thoughts were jumbled. He knew he couldn’t run. He was too tired and too weak. But he had to say yes or she wouldn’t help him. “Yes,” he said loudly.

“Good. There’s two cops here, and if you run inside the restaurant, they’ll take you back home. But you have to be quick. Real quick. Are you okay? You ain’t sick or anything are you, little boy?”

Davey thought a minute. “I’m almost sick. I didn’t get my shot today.”

“What shot?” Elva asked fearfully.

“I’m a hemophiliac.”

“You mean you bleed?” Elva asked in horror.

“I used to, but now I get shots. Please, can’t you let me out before he comes back?”

“You have to trust me, little boy. I’m gonna help you.” If the kid didn’t get his shots, he might die. She would be just as guilty as Cudge this time around. He was just a kid, a little boy like BJ. She had to do something. The hell with what Cudge said. What did she care if the cranks fell apart? Her hand was on the crank ready to turn when Cudge walked through the doorway. Behind him were the two troopers. Elva froze. “Little boy, something’s wrong. Be real quiet.”

“Here we go, honey. Food at last,” Cudge shouted with false gaiety. Elva stared at him. Didn’t he see the troopers behind him?

Suddenly a voice shouted. “Sir, sir, the cashier wants to see you.” Cudge ignored the voice. Elva gagged and her face drained of all color. As if in slow motion, she watched one of the troopers put a hand on Cudge’s shoulder.

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