by Joy Ohagwu
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A CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN ROMANTIC SUSPENSE SERIES
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What they asked for, in exchange for his daughter’s life, was the one thing he could not give.
Decorated Silver Stone police officer Captain Robert Towers reels in shock when, two years after he returned home, the unthinkable happens.
His daughter disappears.
Not only is his only daughter, Ritz, missing, the kidnappers demand an impossible ransom—a price so high he’s unwilling to pay.
Torn between sharp developments at home, demands on the job, and events with his brother, Robert races against time while struggling to choose between heart-wrenching options.
With the clock ticking, he has no choice but to give his all to save her. But will his all be enough?
Will Ritz Towers ever come home again?
Or are his efforts too late for his only child?
RESCUED is Book Five of The New Rulebook Series( A Contemporary Christian Romantic Suspense Mysteries & Thriller Series).
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
NOTE TO THE READER
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
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PROLOGUE
“O My Father, if this cup cannot pass away from Me unless I drink it, Your will be done.” Matthew 26:42
Sixteen-year-old Ritz Towers guided her '09 Toyota Sequoia, sandwiched it in a parking spot between two tall streetlight pillars, and stepped out into the Silver Stone February frigid cold. “Fourteen degrees my foot.” She shuddered and pulled her milk-white coat tighter around herself with gloved hands as she surveyed the area surrounding Silver Stone’s Creek Mall.
Where was Christiana? Her best friend and classmate was coming to meet her. It was barely eight a.m., and the mall wouldn’t open until ten. But Christiana wasn’t around.
Across from the wide parking lot, some homeless people laying on stacks of thick gray blankets, sheltered from the biting cold at the angling of the mall building not far from where she was.
Compassion swirled in her heart, and her chest constricted achingly over her inability to help. She had no change now after leaving the house in a hurry. She usually saved up change from her allowance to help anyone in need who crossed her path. She looked away and sent up a prayer instead, whisking around to key-lock her door by hand.
Another blast of frosty wind sent more shivers down her spine, and she could no longer feel her fingers or nose as the temperature dipped further. She exhaled a cloud of warmth into them. Ritz’s feet felt frozen as ice cubes while she blew steady warmth into her gloved hands and wished she’d at least stopped first for coffee at Coffee Shack, three miles over. Julissa, the early morning attendant, knew her as a regular. Instead, Ritz had hurried here first to see her friend and now wished she didn’t skip the warm liquid.
But Christiana had sounded so excited, asking to meet up right away, and she couldn’t wait to hear her friend’s happy news. How much longer would she need to wait while her body turned into a frozen statue? She wandered over to the sidewalk and craned her neck that way.
No one was there. She walked all the way to the end of the mall, but since it had not opened, no one was there either.
After waiting for five more minutes, she couldn’t stand the frigid weather any longer. Christiana was never late. Now she ran more than twenty minutes late?
Ritz chose to leave. She’d check on her later. She entered her car and dialed Christiana’s number a couple of times, but it went straight to voicemail. Since her own dad’s disappearance two years ago when Ritz called severally and couldn’t reach him, she hated voicemails with a passion. Reluctantly, she left a message, asking Christiana where she was and what was delaying her and telling her she arrived to the mall about twenty-five minutes earlier but didn’t see her so she left.
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bsp; Granted, before leaving the house, she’d barely managed to yell something out to her mom to let her know she was heading out, without giving details.
Ritz waited inside her car for another five minutes while reaching her hands out to the vent to warm up. She shot a quick text message to let her mom know she’d been to the mall for a quick meetup, but didn’t see Christiana and was on her way to school.
After that, she reversed and eased out of the parking lot. Being a new driver, she was careful not to lose her provisional drivers’ license so she slowed her speed and crawled along the icy road, cautiously glancing in both directions.
She took two left turns, one right, and came to a halt along Baker Drive where several liquor stores lined one side of the road while nightclubs with neon lights tracing their outer doors, occupied the other. Alleys filled the gaps between the narrow brick buildings. Dark ice coated the ground, stained black with old dirt and car grease. She tore her eyes away and waited for the traffic light to change, wiping the cloudy mist off her car’s windscreen with the elbow of her coat. Ritz tapped the steering wheel with anxious fingers while wondering about Christiana.
No one understood the basis of their friendship, but it didn’t bother her. They were from different family backgrounds. Her own parents were well to do, but Christiana’s were dependent on welfare and sometimes on social security allowances to get by. She knew Christiana’s mom worked but earned below minimum wage at a local thrift store.
Often times, Ritz would arrange for a trip to the mall between herself and Christiana, just so she could help pay for new clothes for Christiana from her allowance without anyone knowing. Christiana would resist, but Ritz usually pressed them upon her until she said yes.
Despite their lack of riches, she admired Christiana’s wisdom and strong faith in Christ. That drew her in. She learned a lot from her friend whenever she led Bible study for their teenage church—which Ritz still couldn’t believe she had grown old enough to join after admiring them from afar.
Frankly, Christiana was the main reason Ritz got involved as a volunteer in their children’s church. They assisted with helping the kids and teaching them when the adults were unavailable to do so. And Ritz enjoyed helping out. She knew Christiana did too.
As the light flashed green, Ritz turned a right bend onto another street, much like the one she was on. From the corner of her eye, she saw a car that appeared to have slid off the road into an alley and recognition hit.
She drew in a sharp breath, turned her car, and stopped, parking haphazardly near the edge. She rushed out and swung to the other side. With careful steps, she neared Christiana’s car ahead—a '93 Honda Accord—a third-hand buy at the auction with tightly scrimped-out savings. When she reached it, it was clouded with mist, and the front passenger window was cracked. Did she have an accident? In this bitter cold?
She rubbed away the haze on the car’s window with her gloved hands and peered across into the driver’s seat. Christiana was slumped against the seat with a gash on her forehead. Blood trickled down the side of her head. Ritz screamed and pressed her hand to her mouth. “Christiana!”
Behind the driver’s seat where Christiana was, a man wearing a black winter face mask bent inward, trying to pry the back door open with a crowbar. The metal door’s wedge groaned at his exerted pressure. Cracks of the car’s outer blueish paint stuck to the crowbar. When his head lifted, their eyes met and he straightened. Was he trying to help get her friend out?
She had to go around to where the man was, to be able to help her friend. But she also wanted to call 911, and her phone was in her car.
“Help her, please. She’s my friend,” she pleaded with the fellow.
The man suddenly stopped and dropped his tool. Something about the way he moved sent fear crawling up her spine. Was it her dad’s teaching, her mom’s warnings, or her own instincts kicking in? She couldn’t tell.
But something about him felt wrong. He was muscular, and he had shaggy dark-brown hair and wore a lone loop earring at the top of his earlobe.
She spun and rushed as fast as she could toward her car and struggled to unlock the door. But instead of it opening, her keys clattered to the icy ground. “Not now. Come on.”
Her hands were shaking, jarring the keys. Whether from cold or fear, she wasn’t sure. Her breath caught when he strode over in a few brisk steps.
She stooped, picked up her keys, and jolted under a thudding blow to her back. She groaned, whisked sideways, and fought back with a kick to his thigh. Before he recovered, she inserted the key in the lock, turned it, and wished for the first time that she’d chosen a newer car with voice-activated programming, like her mom had suggested.
Ritz yanked the door open as he neared again. She tried to enter, but he caught her leg and dragged her feet out.
She inserted the key, ignited the car, and gripped the steering wheel. “Help!” she yelled, but they were backing the main street shielded by the alley from view. It seemed as though no one saw the struggle. He slapped her, and she landed half inside the car, hitting the gear with her chin. She grunted in pain, saw her phone in the coffee cup holder, and grabbed it. Swiping it, she dialed the last number before Christiana’s—her dad’s.
The man kicked the phone off her hands, and it landed inside her car, but she saw it dialing. “Help! Somebody help me! Daddy, please help!” she shouted repeatedly. He pulled her out of the car while she continued shouting, swung her around, and pressed a knife to her throat.
“Don’t speak,” reverberated in her ears.
Sobs wracked her shoulders as she relented. She looked on in horror as he led her away from her car, the engine puffing white warm clouds into the chilly air. They walked past Christiana’s car and down the adjacent alley.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for You are with me, Ritz prayed while her heart thudded in her chest.
Her abductor tossed some things into a trash bin next to a parked black van near the middle of the alley, keeping a firm grip on her wrist and a knife to her back. He shoved her inside the back of the van and tied her hands, forcing her to sit down on the cold floor. Then he slapped duct tape across her mouth while a tear dropped from her eye onto his hand. Without showing any emotion, he wiped it on his shirt and reached above her head for an object. Judging from his practiced moves, she could bet he had done this enough times not to feel anything anymore. Ritz was so scared, her entire body trembled.
He unhooked a radio from his belt and spoke into it. “I got one girl. I think her friend is dead. Don’t worry about that one. I’m on my way.” Enough of a foreign accent colored his speech to convince her he might be European.
She turned, and with one punch to her face, he knocked her out.
CHAPTER ONE
“He led captivity captive, and gave gifts to men.”- Ephesians 4:7
Captain Robert Towers of the Silver Stone Police Department (SSPD) spun his swivel chair, and looked up from his monitor only to see Detective Charlie Bailey—his deputy and longtime friend—breeze into his office and toss a large brown envelope with Robert’s name scribbled on it, onto Robert’s desk and cross his arms.
“Open it.” Charlie tipped his chin toward the package with a stern glare.
“What is that, Charlie?” Robert shook his head and lowered his glasses, setting them on his oak desk. “Charlie, no.” If the past was any indication, Charlie would leave once he saw his boss was not interested. Robert pulled out a file perched beneath the package and filed it in his Outgoing correspondence file organizer, having signed it already. Then he twisted to meet Charlie’s stubborn gaze still pinned on him. Not this time, I guess. He frowned.
“You haven’t opened it yet,” Charlie shot back. “You don’t even know what’s in there.”
Robert picked up the package and read the sender’s name—it was from his elder brother, former President Jacobson. He set it down, slid his glasses back onto his nose, and went back to
work. “I said no. Whatever you and my brother got cooking, I want no part. Go tell him I refused.”
He leaned forward. “By the way, why didn’t he send it to me directly, huh? He’s my brother, right? Or he could call.” He flipped his palms open.
“Would you say yes to whatever’s inside it then?” Charlie loosened his arms, meeting Robert’s gaze.
Charlie and President Jacobson frequently pitched him brilliant ideas for what else they pictured Robert doing in his nonexistent spare time—swim tutor, PTA Chair, or Silver Stone Community Tech Fair coordinator, which was the latest—and none of them interested him. This must be another one of such.
Robert sighed and leaned back on his chair. “You’re both impossible.” Right now, he just wanted to get the items on his agenda for the day done early enough to go for his lunch date with his wife, Ruby. He had no interest in bantering with his friend. “Let’s talk about this later. And maybe we can open the envelope together. Deal?”
Charlie nodded and straightened, the semblance of a smile cracking his firm jaw. “You got a deal, boss.” He headed out of the door just as Robert’s cell phone pinged with a text message.
He pulled it out of the top drawer, slammed the drawer shut, and unlocked the phone. A missed call notification from Ritz rolled aside. Then the text message appeared above it. He blinked twice at the impossible words and frowned, reading it aloud.
“If you want your daughter back, do exactly what I say. No Deviation.”
Robert jerked to his feet while texting back with hurried fingers and shouting toward the door. “Charlie?” he called out.
Charlie returned, hovered at the door, but drew closer when Robert didn’t look up. “What’s wrong?” He rounded the desk and craned his neck over Robert’s shoulder. After he read the text, they exchanged glances.