The Big Bad Wolf: A Novel by James Patterson

Author:James Patterson [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bestseller
ISBN: 9780316602907
Publisher: Little, Brown
Published: 2003-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 57

HOW MUCH TIME did she have left now?

A day? Hours?

It almost didn't matter, did it? Lizzie Connolly was learning to accept life as it came; she was learning who she was inside, and how to keep herself in balance.

Except, of course, when she was frightened out of her mind.

Lizzie called them her "swimming dreams." She had been an avid swimmer ever since she was four years old. The repetition of stroke after stroke, kick after kick could always put her in another place and time, on autopilot, let her escape. So that was what she was doing now in the closet/room where she was being kept.

Swimming.

Escaping.

Reach, slightly cupped hand, S-figure with her arms, pull at the top, grab the water. Tip through to the belly button, then down through the bottom of her swimsuit. Swoosh, swoosh, kick, kick, feeling hot inside, but the water was cooling, refreshing, invigorating. Feeling empowered because she was feeling stronger.

She had been thinking about escape for much of the day, or what she thought of as a day, anyway. Now she began to get serious about other things.

She reviewed what she knew about this place _ the closet _ and the vicious, horrifying man who kept her. The Wolf. That was what the bastard called himself. Why the Wolf?

She was somewhere in a city. She was almost sure the city was in the South, and fairly large, lots of money in the surrounding area. Maybe it was Florida, but she didn't know why she thought that. Maybe she had overheard something and it had only registered in her unconscious. She'd definitely heard voices in the house when there had been large parties or, occasionally, smaller get-togethers. She believed that her vermin captor lived alone. Who could possibly live with such a horrible monster? No woman could.

She knew some of his pathetic habits by heart. He usually turned on the TV when he came home: sometimes ESPN, but more often CNN. He watched the news constantly. He also liked detective shows, such as Law and Order, CSI, Homicide. The TV was always on, late into the night.

He was physically large and strong, and he was a sadist _ but also careful about not hurting her badly, not so far, anyway. Which meant _ what did it mean? _ that he planned to keep her around for a while longer?

If Lizzie Connolly could stand it here for another minute. If she didn't flip out and make him so angry that he'd snap her neck, as he'd threatened to several times a day. "I'll snap your little neck. Like this! You don't believe me? You should believe me, Elizabeth." He always called her Elizabeth, not Lizzie. He told her that Lizzie wasn't a beautiful enough name for her. "I'll break your fucking neck, Elizabeth!"

He knew who she was and quite a bit about her, and also about Brendan, Brigid, Merry, Gwynnie. He promised that if she made him angry he'd not only hurt her, but he'd do the same to her family.

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