Looking for Lainey - A gripping psychological thriller

by Kristen Middleton

  Looking for Lainey

  Kristen Middleton

  Copyright ©2017 by Kristen Middleton

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Looking for Lainey (Carissa Jones Mysteries, #2)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Further Reading: Zombie Games (Uncut) Boxed Set

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  Chapter 1

  Lainey

  Friday, November 24th

  8:45 p.m.

  “CAN I LOOK at the Barbie dolls?” eight-year-old Lainey Brown asked her mother.

  Beth, who was searching through endless rows of Legos, for a gift for her boyfriend’s son, pushed the cart slowly down the aisle. “Not tonight. We’re looking for a present for Mason and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want one of those,” she replied, smiling. “Why don’t you help me pick something out for him? Mike said he loves Legos. I just don’t know which one to choose.”

  “I don’t know what he likes,” answered Lainey sullenly. “And I don’t want to go to his stupid birthday party.”

  Her words surprised Beth. It didn’t sound like Lainey at all. Of course, she was probably tired. Normally her daughter was in bed by nine. “That’s not very nice.”

  “He’s not nice. He pulled my hair, last night, and then called me a baby when I told him that it hurt. But... it did hurt. A lot,” she pouted.

  Beth had to admit that Mason, who was turning eleven in two days, was a little shit. But, he was also Mike’s son and the two children needed to learn to get along.

  “I’m sorry he hurt you. Just ignore him when he gets like that.”

  “I tried to and that’s when he pulled my hair.”

  Beth glanced at Lainey’s long, shiny, blonde hair. She didn’t like the idea of Mason, or anyone else, pulling at it either. “If he does something like that again let me, or Mike, know.”

  Her forehead scrunched up. “But you said I shouldn’t be a tattletale.”

  “This is different. When someone is hurting you, I want you to come forward and say something.”

  “Okay.” Lainey sighed. “Are we going home soon?”

  “Yes. After I find something.”

  Lainey pointed. “The Barbie aisle is just on the other side. Can I go and look at them?”

  Maybe I should give Mason a Barbie, Beth mused to herself. Since he’s so obsessed with blonde hair. “Fine. But, remember, we’re buying a gift for someone else.”

  “I know,” said Lainey, already rushing away.

  LAINEY TURNED AROUND the corner and began searching for the doll she’d seen on television. The one with the hair you could grow, color, and style any way you wanted. It didn’t take her long to locate it. Reaching up, she grabbed the Barbie and stared at it, wishing it was going home with her. A girl at school, Kylee, said she’d gotten it recently and Lainey wanted one so badly herself. She dreamed about all the different ways she could change the doll’s hair color and wished that her mother would buy it.

  I have to ask her.

  Taking a deep breath, she walked back over to the Lego aisle. “Mom, can we please, please get this?” Lainey begged, hoping her mother would give in, like she sometimes did.

  Beth looked at the package she was holding and groaned. “I told you, we can’t. Christmas is coming soon. Maybe you’ll get one then?”

  She stared at the doll longingly. “But, what if they run out?”

  “I doubt they will. You have to wait, Lainey.”

  Pursing her lips, Lainey stomped back to the Barbie aisle. As she was about to put the doll back onto the shelf, she noticed a familiar face walking toward her. She almost didn’t recognize him because of the way he was dressed. Normally, he wore nicer clothing; tonight he looked more like her gym teacher, Mr. Grayson, with the sweats and a hoodie he was wearing. He also had on a pair of eyeglasses and a baseball cap. It was a little weird.

  Surprised to see him in the store, Lainey smiled and was about to ask what he was doing there, when he put his finger against his lips.

  Confused, she watched as he pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and moved in very close to her. “Oh, look at that. You have something on your nose,” he whispered, lowering it to her face. “Hold still.”

  The last thing Lainey remembered, before blacking out, was that the handkerchief was damp and smelled yucky.

  BETH WAS GETTING frustrated.

  Although there were plenty of Legos to choose from, most of the sets were well out of her price-range. She was a single mom, on a tight budget, and used to being frugal with her money. But, she wanted to buy something that Mason would like and Legos were the one thing she was certain he’d enjoy. Plus, it would give him something to do, other than pick on Lainey.

  “When did these things get so expensive?” she mumbled under her breath.

  Not that she’d purchased many in the past. Lainey was her only child and had never really gotten into building blocks.

  After a couple more minutes of searching, Beth settled on a set that was thirty dollars higher than what she’d
planned on spending, and tossed it into the cart. It was nine o’clock and almost past Lainey’s bedtime. Time to go home.

  “Lainey!” she called loudly. “Let’s get going.”

  There was no answer from the other aisle.

  Sighing, Beth pushed the cart around the corner and noticed that she wasn’t there. Beth tried the next aisle, and then the next. Unfortunately, there was no sign of her daughter.

  “Lainey?” she called out, more irritated than anything. This had happened before. Lainey had a tendency to go wandering off, although usually not too far.

  Beth turned the cart around and went through every one of the toy aisles, wondering if Lainey was irritating her on purpose, because she was still angry about the doll. It really wasn’t like her to play games, but she was developing a temper and had obviously been grumpy to begin with.

  “Excuse me,” Beth said, to an employee walking by with a mop. “Have you seen a little girl wandering around? She’s eight, has long, blonde hair, and wearing a light-blue jacket.”

  The woman frowned. “No. How long has she been missing for?”

  “Just a few minutes,” replied Beth, the word ‘missing’ making her stomach churn.

  “Let me call in a “Code Adam”,” said the woman, rushing away.

  “Lainey!” Beth cried, abandoning her cart. The words “Code Adam” echoed through her head.

  Where was she?

  In panic-mode, she rushed passed the video games and headed toward the camping gear. “Lainey!”

  No answer.

  Beth turned around and raced the other way, calling frantically for her daughter.

  Over the loudspeaker, an employee announced a “Code Adam”, and that’s when her hysteria really began to set in.

  Chapter 2

  Hawk

  TAKING HER IN the store had been a risky move, but it was also brilliant, as far as Hawk was concerned. Nobody would suspect him of kidnapping Lainey, and he’d been especially careful with his disguise. In the end, they’d think he was some random pervert. Instead, he was a guy about to make a shitload of money.

  “Oh, look at the poor dearie,” said an older employee, collecting carts. The woman smiled warmly. “She must be plum tuckered out.”

  Hawk didn’t look directly at the woman and kept his head down to avoid the cameras. The last thing he needed was to get into a conversation with some nosy, old broad. “Yes. Busy day,” he replied, patting Lainey’s back affectionately.

  “Oh, to be that young again,” the woman said with a wistful smile. “And exhausted from playing too hard.”

  “No doubt,” he replied. “Have a good night.”

  “Thank you. You, too.”

  Still holding Lainey, he stepped outside into the darkness. Seconds later, a black Tahoe screeched to a halt next to them. The passenger jumped out and opened the back door.

  Hawk quickly put Lainey inside and slid in back with her. “Let’s move,” he said, noticing a Walmart employee approaching the front door.

  The passenger slammed the door and jumped back in front. One minute later, they were on HWY 36 and heading north.

  Chapter 3

  Beth

  LAINEY WAS NOWHERE to be found and by the time the police showed up at the store, Beth was a total wreck.

  “Ma’am, do you have any recent pictures of your daughter?” Detective Jason Samuels asked in his gravelly voice after taking her statement. He had wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a hawk-like nose. Beth thought he looked a little like a young Mel Gibson.

  “Yes, I have quite a few in my phone,” she answered, her hands shaking as she pulled out it out of her purse. “I can send them to you.”

  “Okay.” He gave her his number.

  Beth sent him two recent pictures, her chest tightening as she looked at them. Lainey was everything to her and the thought of someone hurting her baby, was too horrifying to imagine.

  “I’ll get her photos out. A nationwide Amber Alert has already been issued,” Samuels said, scrolling through his phone and pushing buttons.

  At the mention of an Amber Alert, Beth lost it. This was serious. It was real. It was frightening. Her daughter wasn’t just lost. She was missing. “I can’t believe this has happened,” she cried, her eyes blinded by tears. “And I was right there. Right there!”

  “You were in the aisle next to her. Nobody could have imagined that someone would be bold enough to... to do something like this.”

  He meant ‘kidnap’, she thought miserably. Someone has my sweet little girl.

  “Hopefully, we’ll find your daughter quickly and this will all be over,” said Samuels in a gentler voice. “Have you contacted Lainey’s father?”

  “Yes,” she replied, grabbing some tissues from the box on the table. They were in the Walmart employee break room, located in the back of the warehouse. “Tom is on his way.”

  The detective nodded and went back to his phone.

  The door swung open and the store manager, Don Timberland, hurried inside. “Detective, we have the video feed ready from the surveillance cameras.”

  “Thanks,” said Samuels, shoving his phone inside of his jacket. He looked at Beth. “Ready?”

  She nodded.

  The three walked through the store to the manager’s office, where they met up with Samuel’s partner, Detective Anna Dubov. Dubov was in her thirties, had short dark hair and kind brown eyes.

  “Have you heard anything yet?” Dubov asked Samuels as the manager sat back down at his desk.

  “No. Hopefully, the footage will help shed some light on what happened,” he replied as they gathered around the manager’s desk.

  “It does,” said the manager. “It looks like someone grabbed her while you weren’t paying attention.”

  Samuels gave him a stern look.

  “Oh, sorry,” Don replied, embarrassed.

  “Is... that him?” said Beth hoarsely when she saw the stranger approaching her daughter on the video. He appeared to be a medium-built man, wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt, a baseball cap, and eyeglasses.

  “Looks like it,” said Samuels, staring hard at the video. “Notice how he kept his head down and avoided the cameras? Almost like he knew exactly where they were located.”

  “He may be an employee,” Dubov said.

  “No. None of my employees would do something like this,” Don said, frowning.

  Dubov looked at him. “Disgruntled ex-employee?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “The man is dressed like the Unabomber,” Beth said, hating the scumbag who’d taken her child. Rage and terror flooded through every fiber of her being as she watched the scene continue to unfold. When the kidnapper covered Lainey’s mouth with a rag and she passed out, Beth let out a moan of despair. “Oh, my poor baby.”

  “That’s how he managed to take her so quietly,” Dubov said sadly.

  Beth’s eyes stared in horror as the man picked up her daughter and carried her away. Like a father might take his sleeping daughter. Turning, she gripped Samuels’ arm. “You have to find her. Please, Detective,” she choked. “Save her.”

  “We’ll do everything we can,” he replied in a solemn voice. “I promise.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” Beth said, feeling as if the walls were about to close in on her. She let go of his arm. “What kind of an evil monster would take a little girl like that?”

  “A sick piece of shit,” said Dubov, scowling at the computer.

  “Here’s more footage,” said the manager, clicking on another image. It showed the kidnapper interacting with an employee right before walking out the front door.

  “That’s Gloria,” said the manager. “I spoke to her. She claimed that she didn’t get a good look at him.”

  “He kept his face down. Again,” said Samuels, disappointed. “But, there might be something she remembers. We’ll have Gloria talk to a sketch artist.”

  “Was there anyone else who saw him?” Beth asked,
wishing that Mike was there. He was in Colorado, at some kind of art convention. He, and his brother Mitch, owned an art gallery in Minneapolis.

  “We’re still questioning everyone in the store,” said Samuels. “What about the outdoor cameras? Did any of them catch anything?”

  “Yeah. There’s something there. The kidnapper definitely had help,” said Mr. Timberland, clicking on another image.

  The group watched as a newer-looking Tahoe stopped abruptly in front of the kidnapper. A tall, broad-shouldered man wearing dark clothing, and a baseball cap, jumped out and helped get Lainey into the vehicle.

  “Is there another angle?” Samuels asked.

  “Yeah,” said the manager, pulling up two more videos.

  Unfortunately, they didn’t learn anything more about the SUV or who was inside. The license plate had been removed and the camera didn’t pick up enough of the driver to get a good description.

  “They’ve done this before,” said Samuels, looking over at Dubov. “It looks too organized.”

  His partner nodded, a troubled look on her face.

  Beth felt like there was something else they weren’t saying and it made her worry even more.

  “What do they want with her? I have no money. If they’re looking for a ransom, they’ve definitely taken the wrong kid,” she said, her eyes moving from one detective to the other.

  “Could be selling her,” suggested Mr. Timberland, leaning back in his beat-up, old, brown leather chair. He clasped his fingers over his pot-belly. “I don’t know about you, but I saw this special on the History Channel about sex-trafficking. There’s a lot of it going on, even here in the United States. And parents aren’t watching their kids close enough, which makes it even easier for them. If I was a father, I’d never take my eyes off of mine. No offense, Mrs. Brown.”

  The two detectives scowled at him.

  Beth gasped and raised her hand to her mouth. “Do you think someone is selling Lainey?” She looked at Samuels. “Is it possible?”

  He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Of course, we’re not going to rule anything out. The truth is we don’t know for sure what’s going on.” He gave the manager a hard look. “And we definitely shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”