by Evelyn Glass
“Mom? Mom, what’s wrong?” she cried as her mother continued sob. “What are you talking about? Who took who?”
“The men! They broke in and took Riley!”
Daisy felt faint and unable to breathe. “Who did? Mom! Who took Riley?”
“I don’t know! Three men took him! I couldn’t stop them!”
“Did you call the police?” Daisy asked, her voice quiet but the tremor telegraphing her distress.
“Yes!”
“Hang on, Mom! We’re coming!” She looked at her dad and whimpered. “Someone took Riley.”
Rich glared at Daisy a moment, then matted the throttle, the Silverado downshifting then growling as the speedometer crept past one hundred and kept climbing.
***
Daisy and her father had broken every speed limit on the rest of the drive from Eugene, arriving at her parent’s house barely two hours after Daisy hung up the phone. There were still two Prineville police cruisers sitting in the drive as they ran across the yard and burst into the house.
Elizabeth Tyrell, Lizzie to her friends, began to sob again as her daughter and husband entered, rising to hug first Daisy then falling into Rich’s arms. Her mouth was swelling, her left eye turning dark, and she had a butterfly bandage on her left cheekbone.
“I couldn’t stop them,” she wailed. “I tried, but I couldn’t stop them!”
The officer allowed the family a moment, before interrupting. “Are you the child’s mother?” he asked.
Daisy stepped away from her mother and father, sniffing and trying to dry her tears. “Yes.”
“Any idea who may have done this?” the officer asked.
“Leo Watson. Leonard is his real name. Leonard Watson.”
“He’s the boy’s father?”
“Yes.”
“Your mother said you two are separated?”
“Yes.”
“Any reason why he’d want to kidnap Riley?”
“Because he’s a fucking asshole!” she spat, then gathered herself. “Because he didn’t get what he wanted.”
“What’s that, Ms. Watson?”
“Me in jail.”
The officer frowned. “Care to explain?”
“I have petitioned the court for sole custody of Riley. He set me up to go to jail, but it didn’t work. He knows I’ll likely win custody, so when the prosecution dropped the case, I guess he decided to try something a little more direct.”
“You have any proof of this?”
“Of course not, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. It’s funny how I’m suddenly arrested right after I slap him with a restraining order, and how Riley is taken right after my case is dismissed.”
The cop scribbled on his notepad. “Any idea where we can find Leonard Watson? Does he live here in Prineville?”
“Eugene. Try the Firechrome Motorcycle Club clubhouse, on…” she paused as she tried to remember the address. “I can’t remember the address, but I bet the Eugene police department can tell you.”
“Your mother gave us a picture of Riley. Do you have a picture of Leo?”
“Maybe. I just moved back home. I’ll have to dig through my stuff to see.”
“If you have one, that will be helpful.”
“I’ll look.”
“If you have one, bring it to the station and ask for Detective Choral,” he said as he handed her one of his cards. “Anything else you can tell us?”
“No. Will you be able to find Riley? He’s only five.”
“Yes, ma’am. We’ll do everything possible and alert the Eugene police. I’m sure they’ll send someone to check out the Firechrome clubhouse. Is there any reason to suspect Leo will harm the child?”
“Leo’s not the best father in the world. That’s why I want custody.”
“Yes, ma’am I understand. We’ll do everything we can to get Riley back to you safe and sound.”
***
After Detective Choral left Daisy spent almost an hour digging through the boxes piled in the garage until she found the one with photos in it. After locating the box, it didn’t take her long to find the photo she was looking for, the last family photo taken from two years before. She slipped it from the frame, haphazardly piling everything back into the box, and sat on the cold concrete floor as she wept over the loss of her child.
She’d smiled for the camera, but she hadn’t been happy. She’d already caught Leo having an affair and he’d been totally unrepentant, claiming that was the lifestyle and she’d just have to get used to it. Of course, the moment she mentioned taking a lover, that was a whole different thing, and he’d forbade it, claiming she was his old lady and he’d kill her and the first person who touched her.
Her parents had tried to warn her, but Leo was so handsome and charming, and being a member on the rise in the Firechrome Motorcycle Club, he promised her great things. It had taken her three years to figure out he was nothing but a braggart and a blowhard, and most of the things he claimed he’d accomplished he’d only been involved with on the periphery. He’d promised her a good life, but time after time his big scores never materialized and she’d been the one left working to support the family.
After six years of disappointment she’d had enough and put her foot down. Either find a job to help support the family or she was filing for divorce. That’s when the beatings started. The final straw had come when she arrived home from work to find a woman she’d never seen before sleeping on the couch while Riley played with his toy motorcycles.
Finding Leo had left a club girl watching Riley while he was off with the club, she flew into a rage and threw the woman out. When Leo had arrived home she was packing and had demanded a divorce on the spot. That was when he delivered the worst beating yet, but she was resolved. She reported the abuse and Leo had been picked up and spent a night in jail before the Firechrome could bail him out.
She touched the picture, running her fingers over Riley’s smiling face. He was the only good thing to come out of that miserable marriage. She dried her tears and rose to her feet. There was no way in hell Leo was going to get Riley, not while she drew a breath.
“I’m going to deliver this to Detective Choral,” she said as she stepped back into the kitchen.
Lizzie came to her, pulling her into an embrace. “I’m so, so, sorry.”
Daisy held her mother, her mouth hard. Her tears were done, at least for now. “It’s not your fault,” she said softly, holding Lizzie tight. “There was nothing you could have done.”
“If Leo shows his face around here, I’ll kill him,” Rich said, his eyes hard.
“Good,” Daisy said. She wasn’t sure her father actually meant it but she was done apologizing and making excuses for Leo. She’d made a mistake by not listening to her parents when they had warned her about Leo, then spent the next six years defending him, but no more.
“Do you need a ride?” he asked.
“No. Stay here with Mom. I’ll be back in a bit.” She gathered her purse and walked out to her 1972 Volkswagen Beetle. She plopped into the car and turned the key. It spun over willingly enough but would cough and sputter, then die. Gritting her teeth, she kept trying, stomping away on the throttle as the car cranked until it finally roared to life in a cloud of blue smoke. Leo could ride around on a new twenty thousand dollar Harley Softail Deluxe she’d been paying for, but she was struck driving a thousand dollar car with almost two hundred thousand miles that would barely run. She slipped the car into gear with a crunch, then backed out of the drive, keeping one foot on the gas so it wouldn’t die, the other on the brake.
Prineville wasn’t a large town, notable only for the Facebook Data Center located there, so when she walked into the police station and asked for Detective Choral she was informed he was on patrol and asked to wait. Apparently being a detective in Prineville didn’t excuse you from other mundane police work, like stopping speeders and responding to barking dogs.
She rose when Choral appeared. “I have the pictur
e you asked for,” she said as she held the photo out to him.
“Thank you. I have already sent the information to Eugene, but I’ll send them a copy of this photo, as well.”
“I know it’s only been an hour or so, but any news?”
He smiled softly. “No, I’m sorry. We won’t forget about you, Ms. Watson. I promise. As soon as I hear something I’ll call you. If you haven’t heard from me in a couple days, you’re welcome to call, okay?”
She could feel the tears coming again and she willed them away and sniffed. “Yes, thank you.”
He took her by the arm and escorted her out of the building, stopping by her car. He smiled at her again. “I have a little girl not much older than Riley. I can understand what you’re going through, but these things take time. Go home. Try to get some rest. We’ll get Riley back to you as soon as possible.”
She nodded, unable to stop her tears this time, and sat down in her car. It took her a moment to gather herself enough to drive, but Detective Choral watched her until her car wheezed to life and she spluttered out of the parking lot.
CHAPTER THREE
“Detective Choral? Daisy Watson.”
“Ms. Watson,” the detective said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any news for you.”
“It’s been three days!”
“Yes, ma’am, I know. Eugene police checked out the Firechrome. They were very familiar with them. Unfortunately, Leo has an alibi during the time of the abduction. He was at the Harley Davidson dealership having the oil changed in his motorcycle.”
“But I know it was the Firechrome! He wouldn’t be so stupid to come do it himself! He had some of his club members do it for him!”
“Yes, ma’am, I understand. I believe you. The Eugene police department probably believes you, as well. But we can’t arrest anyone without evidence, and there’s no evidence that Leo or the Firechrome were involved in the kidnapping.”
“So what are the police going to do? Can’t you issue an AMBER alert or something?”
Choral paused, not wanting to give Daisy the news. “No, ma’am, we can’t issue an CAE. We—”
“What’s that?” she interrupted.
“CAE stands for Child Abduction Emergency.”
“What?” she shouted. “Why not?”
“As I was going to say, we don’t have enough information to issue a CAE. We have no description or identity of the kidnappers or the vehicle.”
“Mom gave you the description of the car!”
“Yes, ma’am, and the Eugene police found the car abandoned in a parking lot. It had been reported stolen over a month ago.”
“So you’re doing nothing?”
“No, ma’am. The case is still active and the Eugene police are investigating the Firechrome.”
“So you’re doing nothing,” she repeated.
“Ms. Watson, Daisy, we’re doing everything we can. I promise you, we won’t let this drop. Every officer here and in Eugene wants to get Riley back to you as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, Officer Choral,” she said before she banged the phone down, “for not doing shit!” she snarled at the phone. She wanted to rip the phone off the wall and throw it through the window in frustration. She stomped around the house for several minutes trying to burn off her anger and frustration. It had been three days of unmitigated hell, worrying about Riley, unable to eat or sleep. She returned to the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing her mother’s number from memory.
“Daisy?”
“Yeah, Mom. I just talked to the police and they haven’t done anything. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to Eugene to get my son back.”
“Daisy, no! Let the police handle it!”
“I would, Mom, but they’re not handling it! Riley is just another missing boy. Well, he’s my missing boy and I’m going to get him back!”
“What are you going to do that the police can’t?” Lizzie cried.
“I don’t know, but I have to do something.”
“Daisy, you need to think about what you’re saying. Don’t do anything. I’ll be right home.”
“Don’t bother. I’m not changing my mind.”
“Just wait there!”
“Goodbye, Mom. I’ll see you after I find him.”
“Daisy! Don’t—” Lizzie was saying as Daisy hung up the phone. She had less than four hundred dollars to her name, but that would buy gas to get her to Eugene. She didn’t know when her mom would be home. As a real estate agent she could be anywhere from the next street over to near the small airport. If Mom is in the office, I have twenty minutes to be out the door, Daisy thought as she began to stuff clothes into a small suitcase.
***
“Where’s Leo?” Daisy demanded.
The gorilla blocking her at the door stared down at her. “He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“Don’t know.”
“When will he be back?”
“Don’t know that either.”
“I want to see for myself,” Daisy said as she made to step around the brute, but he stuck his hand out to block her entrance.
“You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“I want to speak to…what’s his name? The President. Hillon.”
“Helton. He’s not here either.”
“Then who the hell is here?”
“Nobody for you.”
“Get out of my way,” she said as she tried to muscle past, but the man shoved her back as easily as she would manhandle Riley. Maybe easier. “Don’t try it, Daisy. You’re nobody to this club now.”
“I want my son back!” she screamed.
“He’s not here either.”
She tried to duck past, but the man shoved her back, harder this time. She immediately came at him again, trying to dodge past. When she was shoved back this time, she went down, hard. She sat, stunned a moment before slowly getting to her feet, then charged the man at a run. She almost slipped past before he grabbed her arm and yanked her to a stop.
“I’m not leaving without my son!” she screamed as she kicked and scratched, and would have bitten if she could have reached him.
This time she bounced down the two concrete steps before rolling to a stop in the parking lot. She staggered to her feet, cradling her right arm as she sobbed. “I’m not leaving without Riley. Riley!” she screamed as loudly as she could, hoping to hear him answer. When she heard nothing, she sobbed again. “Please. Just give me my son and I’ll leave. Please.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to take him away from Leo,” the man growled.
“I just want my son back,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“Damnit, Guillotine, do you want the cops back here for assault and battery?”
“Leo said to not let her in,” Guillotine rumbled.
“Fine. But look at her! The damn cops will have your ass. Go get me a wet cloth.”
“You better not let her in.”
“I’m not letting her in! Now go! Warm water!” she called as the man stepped back into the Firechrome clubhouse.
Leeda stepped down to Daisy. “Riley’s not here,” she said softly as she grimaced at Daisy’s scrapes and cuts.
Leeda was one of only a handful of women in the club she’d any respect for, and the only one she actually liked. “Where is he? Please, Leeda, you know Leo.”
“If I knew, I’d tell you,” she began but stopped when she heard the door open behind her. Leeda retrieved the cloth from Guillotine. “Go away,” she ordered. “You make me nervous.”
“You better watch your mouth.”
“Yeah, or what? You touch me and Dirk will have your balls for breakfast.”
“You just better watch your mouth,” the man rumbled as he went back inside the clubhouse.
Leeda returned to Daisy and began to gently clean her bloodied face and arm. “Can you move your arm?”
“Yeah,” Daisy said moving her arm slowly, grimacing in pain. “It just hurts.”
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bsp; “What were you thinking?”
“I have to get Riley. I can’t trust Leo, you know that!”
“I know. But they’re not here.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know. He probably knew you would know it was him and have the cops show up here.”