WHERE'S MY SON? by John C. Dalglish

Author:John C. Dalglish [Dalglish, John C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Mystery & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Hard-Boiled, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Fiction
Amazon: B007AU8UV4
Published: 2013-12-28T16:00:00+00:00

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Susan let herself into the house and folded her umbrella up. She liked the rain, and found herself looking forward to a quiet night of reading, curled up in her favorite chair.

After changing into jeans, she made coffee and grabbed the latest Grisham novel. She read until her eyes started to get heavy. Getting another cup of coffee, she decided to take a bubble bath and continue her reading in the tub.

With book and coffee, she slid down into the soapy water. It was her favorite way to relax. She read for a while and finished her coffee. Lathering up, she dipped beneath the water. When she came back up, wiping her eyes, a figure sat on the toilet watching her.

He held a pistol. “If you scream, I'll kill you.”

Susan's eyes cleared, and she slid down in the tub, letting the suds cover her. “Who are you? What are doing here?”

He stared at her with dead eyes.

“What do you want...and how did you get in?”

He smiled and it made her shiver involuntarily “It’s not important how I got in. What I want, now that's a different matter.”

Susan looked around for something to cover up with, but she’d have to get out of the tub to reach anything.

She turned her attention back to the stranger. “You don't know who you’re messing with!”

The next time he spoke, the smile was gone, and his voice was devoid of emotion. “What I want is information, and you're going to give it to me.”

She spat at him. “I'm not telling you jack!”

He picked up her hair dryer and threw it into the tub. Susan recoiled, closing her eyes. Nothing happened. When she opened them again, he was still sitting on the toilet, the cord to the hair dryer dangling in his hand.

Susan started to get out, but the gun came up until it aimed at her chest. “Don't move.”

She slid back into the water.

His voice dropped, almost hissing. “Now, where's my son?”

She did her best not to show her fear. “I've got nothing to say.”

The intruder slowly reached over and plugged the hair dryer in.

Susan's body convulsed and she bit her tongue, spewing blood into the tub.

When he pulled the plug back out, the searing pain released. She fought to collect herself. Her defiance was gone, and in its place was pure terror.

He leaned forward. “Where's my son?”

“I don't know...which...your son is.”

The look on the man's face told Susan he didn’t know there were others.

He narrowed it down for her. “Baby boy…San Antonio…ten years ago. I'm losing patience.”

“I don't know…I mean…I don’t know where.”

His hand raised the plug toward the outlet. “Where what?”

Susan freaked. “No…stop…I don’t know where he was put.”

He plugged it in again. This time her body arched as she screamed. He took the plug out.

“Last chance.”

“My…my…my brother,” she wept. “Number…in my…phone.”

The man stood up, staring down at her. She just wanted him to leave, and she thought he would, but he reached back and plugged in the dryer one more time. This time he didn’t unplug it.

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