“Yes. Yes, I do. Bryn can sit on that big red couch in the lobby of the Mountain View. There’s a pay phone there. I’ll get the number. As soon as she learns that the boy is walking up to the porch here, she’ll drop the pictures on the couch and leave.”
“Uh-uh. Too public.”
“She isn’t going anywhere that isn’t public.”
“What kind of guarantees do I have that someone else isn’t going to be around? Like you, Condor.” The whisperer laughed crudely. “I don’t feel like getting scalped by some punk rocker.”
Lee ignored the gibe. “I’ll be here. On the porch.”
“You seem to think there’s more than one person in on this, Condor.”
“I know there’s more than one person in on this.”
“All right,” the whisperer said. “No tricks. Remember, I can shoot the boy while he’s still standing on the porch.”
“I hear you.”
“And make sure you don’t have any cars cruising too close to that town house. I see anything the least suspicious and there won’t be any kid. Got it.”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Just watch your step, Condor. If something goes wrong, it will be real easy to terrorize a woman with three kids for a long, long time to come. The exchange will be at ten. One hour from now. And like I said—”
“Don’t worry. Nothing is going to go wrong. But do you want to know something?”
“What?”
“You watch your step. ‘Cause if anything happens to that kid, if he has one little scratch on him, I won’t scalp you. I’ll send an arrow piercing straight to your heart. Now I think we understand each other.”
“Yeah, Condor, you and I understand each other real good. You would try something if you could, Condor. But thanks to your lady friend, I don’t think you’ll take any chances. Still, just to keep her on edge—and you in line—I think I’ll keep the little boy for a while.”
“What?” Lee demanded hoarsely. Bryn started pulling on his arm.
“You heard me. The exchange is going to be Sunday. I’ll give you a call in the morning and set the time. And remember, I’ll be watching you both. I’ll be watching her darkroom. And do you know what I want to see, Condor? Nothing, except two people coming and going from work. Got that?”
Bryn had heard. She wrenched the receiver back. Tears had formed in her eyes. And she started shouting hysterically. “No! I want Adam today. So help me God, I don’t care about your pictures. I want my nephew! Please, please—”
She broke off, strangling on her tears.
“You get him Sunday, Miss Keller. Just so long as you and the rock star behave. Be home; you’ll hear from me by nine.”
The line went dead. Bryn heard the dull buzz.
“No!” she screeched, throwing the receiver so that it fell to the floor. “No, no, no!”
“Bryn… Lee began, but she was totally out of control, unable to believe that she was going to have to endure the torture and torment of four more long—unendurably long—days without having Adam back. The grief, the horror and the fear ripped and wrenched through her; she was crying and laughing—and she needed a scapegoat to be able to accept the horror she needed to accept, so she turned on Lee with a vengeance, pounding her fists against his chest with all her strength.
“It’s you! He knows you want to pull something, so he’s keeping Adam away from me. It’s you…. It’s all your fault, Lee. Oh, damn you, damn you, damn you!”
“Bryn, stop it! Bryn!” He tried to hold her, but she had a strength born of her terror and fury. She was like a wildcat, hysterical, tearing into him. For a moment he allowed her to scream and cry and curse him with knotted fists flying, praying it would help. But she seemed to grow more hysterical by the second. “Bryn!” She didn’t even hear him. He closed his eyes for a minute, feeling all her pain and aching to relieve it. Then he closed his arms around her, forcing her to the floor and pinning her there.
For a minute she fought him, still wild, flailing and shouting. He held her firmly, hands at her wrists, knees about her hips. “Bryn…” he said more softly, and at last she went still, staring at him with dull and tear-filled eyes.
“I can’t do it,” she murmured pathetically. “I can’t wait. I can’t walk around normally when Adam…”
“Bryn…”
A soft, feminine voice had broken in. Barbara’s, as she knelt down beside them. “Bryn, you’re going to wake Brian and Keith, honey, if you haven’t already. You’ve just got to be strong, for them. You don’t want them scared to pieces now, do you?”
Bryn gazed at Barbara. She had forgotten that her friend was there. And beyond Barbara’s shoulder, she saw Andrew. Watching her with so much empathy and concern.
And above her…was Lee. Holding her, not hurting her. Tolerating her…no matter what she did to him.
She started to weep quietly. He shifted his weight and pulled her into his arms, soothing her as if she were a child. His fingers tenderly smoothed her hair back, gently caressing her cheek.
“Adam is fine, Bryn. You know that; you talked to him. The waiting is hard. I know how hard, Bryn. But we’ve got to handle it. We’ve got to.”
“I can’t, Lee. I feel as if there’s a knife in me—”
“Hush. You can. You’re strong, Bryn. You’ll do it.”
Was it his faith in her? Or was it just that the boys chose to come down the stairs then? Brian and Keith. The older two. Wise in their childish ways, ready to pick up on trouble.
She couldn’t let them know this kind of fear and pain.
“What were you shouting about, Aunt Bryn?” Brian demanded.
“Oh, you know your aunt. What a temper!” Lee answered smoothly for her. “She was mad at me, but she’s decided to forgive me. Hey, aren’t you two supposed to be at school? We’d better get going.”
“Are you going to take us to school, Lee?” Keith asked, wide-eyed.
“Wow!” Brian said. He looked at Keith. “The kids will be green! Man, it’s too bad Adam has to miss this!”
Somehow Bryn had managed to leave the support of Lee’s arms. “Get dressed and get on down here for breakfast, you two. On the double. We’re running horribly late.”
And somehow, somehow she managed to get through the day. Like a mechanical being. Lee and Andrew took the boys to school. She and Barbara showered and went to work.
Lee came home with her, and they sat through dinner with the children.
And miraculously, she fell to sleep on the couch, emotionally worn and exhausted, her head against his shoulder.
She had survived her first day of waiting.
CHAPTER 10
When she awoke the next morning the pain was still with her. And the fear, and the horrible anxiety, but she seemed to have it all in check, at a rational level.
She was in her own bed. Apparently Lee had undressed her and put here there. She stared about the room numbly, and at last her eyes came to rest on Lee. He was standing by her dresser, slipping his watch onto his wrist. He caught her eyes in the mirror and turned to her.
“Morning.”
She tried to smile, but the effort fell flat. He walked over to her and sat on the bed by her knees.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He picked up one of her hands idly and massaged the palm. “I—I guess I have to get up and get Brian and Keith going…” she said.
“They’re already at school. I took them.”
“You took them?” Bryn mumbled, a little dazed, a little incredulous. “But…”
“Don’t worry. I fed them, and they’re neat and presentable.”
She nodded, then murmured, “I guess my neighbors will all realize shortly that I’m…sleeping with you.”
“Does it matter?”
“I…no, not for me. I was just thinking about the kids.”
“Bryn, I hope you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, your reputation, the boys, or your life-style here.
But I can’t leave you alone now, either. Not while…this…is going on.”
“I know,” Bryn whispered. A shudder rippled through her, but strangely it made her feel a little better. She looked at him and saw in his eyes all the things that made him the powerful and charismatic man that he was. Warmth, strength and sensitivity.
“Lee?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
He smiled and brushed her chin with his knuckles. “We’ve got a ways to go yet. I’m going to go down and put more coffee on. Get dressed. We’ve got to go to work, remember?”
He left her. Bryn rose, shivered and hurried into the bathroom for a shower. The days would pass, she promised herself, and then she thought about her nudity again.
It seemed strangely natural, even comforting, that Lee had taken on such an intimate task, that of putting her to bed. Not a sexual act, but rather one that spoke of a longtime relationship, as if they had been lovers and friends for aeons.
She was going to get hurt, she warned herself. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could really matter much now. Not until she had Adam home again.
She showered and dressed, and she felt a little stronger. Once the day had passed she would be a day closer to Adam.
* * *
By the time they had spent the day at the Fulton place, taken Brian and Keith out for pizza and put them to bed, Bryn had calmed herself to a point where she was fairly rational and willing to talk to Lee about the situation.
She made tea and brought it out to the parlor. Lee was on the sofa, head back, eyes momentarily closed. He rubbed them, then opened them as she approached.
He’s been so good, Bryn thought for the hundredth time.
“Tea…great,” he said as he accepted a mug.
Bryn sat beside him. “Lee, the more I think about it, the more I don’t get this. Shouldn’t this guy want the pictures back right away? I mean, the longer we have them, the longer we have to look at them.”
Lee shrugged and stretched an arm across the back of the sofa to tug lightly at a stray lock of her hair. “I’ve thought about that. I’m sure he’s thought about it, too. He just knows he has you over a barrel with Adam. And I don’t think he’s really afraid of our looking at a set of proofs—or even a set of normal prints. What’s in the picture, or pictures, is small. Something you’d only find by constant enlargement. Something hard to find. You’d have to work in your darkroom for hours to get to it.”
“Then why go to so much trouble to get the pictures back?”
“Because it is there—somewhere—and could be found,” Lee said simply. He sipped his tea and looked at her. “Bryn, I think we should move to my house.”
“Your house! I can’t! He’s going to call—”
“We’ll be here for the call. But I called yesterday to have a security system installed. My place will be safer.”
“I don’t know. The boys…”
“The boys will love it. It’s huge, and it has a pool.”
“But…”
“I’m right, Byrn. You know I am. Please don’t argue with me.”
Bryn fell silent. Lee began to talk again. “I think we should do something else. That Dirk Hammarfield—the politician I find so sleazy—asked the group to a political dinner this Saturday night. I think he wants us to play, and I think we’re going to do it. You and Barbara will come, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll find something out.”
“No! It could be dangerous when Adam is still gone. Lee, you’re crazy!”
“No, I’m not, damm it, Bryn. Look, we’re not going to fool around with the pictures until Adam is back. We’re doing everything that we’re supposed to. But eventually we will need to know what’s going on. Think, Bryn! Do you want to go through your life like this, constantly worried that this guy could strike again? And if Hammarfield is the culprit, do you want a kidnapper in public office? Besides, it will be something to keep you occupied and sane on Saturday night.”
Bryn was still looking for excuses. “What about Brian and Keith? I can’t leave them, and if you want Barabara and I both to go…”
“They’ll be at my house and I can get my housekeeper to come in and stay. Marie is a doll; they’ll love her. And I’ve known her for years; she’s responsible, gentle and totally reliable.”
Again Bryn fell silent. Why not? It would probably make sense to go to the dinner. But could she carry it off? Could she see Hammarfield and act as if everything was normal? No, more than that! Lee wanted her to keep her eyes and ears open, to seek out evidence. Could she do it?
Yes…she could. She was learning that she could do what she had to do. She was managing to get through these days….
Bryn gazed covertly at Lee. At his profile, then at the hand that wound around his cup. She thought suddenly about his anger when she had found his song, but then she realized that she didn’t want to think. He had helped her so much. He had been there to hold her and give her strength and security, never pressuring her.
She needed him. Wanted him very badly…tonight.
She set her teacup down and his eyes met hers. “I’m—I’m going up to bed,” she told him, then hesitated just slightly. “Are you coming?”
He stared into her eyes for a long time, then nodded slowly. He stood and put an arm around her. Together they walked up the stairs.
And that night Bryn made love to him with a fierce and desperate passion.
* * *
So this is a political dinner, Bryn thought, looking around as she sat beside Barbara at their assigned table in the grand ballroom of the Mountain View hotel. The chandeliers gleamed like diamonds rather than cut glass, and the footsteps of the uniformed waiters were deadened by the plushness of the maroon carpet. The tableware glimmered and gleamed; women dressed to the nines in jewels and furs clung to the arms of men decked out handsomely in tuxedos.
It could have been interesting to be here. Intriguing. If only she weren’t so overcome by nerves. If only Adam were at Lee’s house with his brothers…
But this was it, she told herself. Tomorrow, tomorrow, she would have Adam back. After all the waiting, the end at last seemed close. That she had only one more night to endure was a promise of happiness, and despite her nerves she felt a rush of adrenaline something like excitement. Occasionally that excitement dropped and she was beset by nerves again. Something was going to happen—soon. She would find something out tonight…and if she didn’t, she had only to awaken in the morning and events would be set in motion for her to get her nephew back….
She stared around again, suddenly very tense. Was Dirk Hammarfield—the ever-smiling politician—a kidnapper? She had looked through the prints today, but at five by seven they were too small to show much in the background. Once Adam was back she would use the negatives to enlarge the backgrounds until…
Her mind began to move in circles…Hammarfield…the Sweet Dreams motel…pictures…politics…Adam!
Barbara jabbed her with a toe beneath the table. “Stop staring, Bryn!” she commanded. “We’ll look suspicious.”
Bryn looked at her friend, and new thoughts filled her mind. That afternoon she and Lee had returned from his house to her town house so that she could choose something dressy for the night. When Byrn and Lee had left on Friday, Andrew had suggested that he stay there—to keep an eye on things. Bryn hadn’t thought much about it. Not until she had gone there today and discovered Barbara’s things—as well as Andrew’s—all over her bedroom.
She had never realized that anything was going on between the two. Not that she had realized much of anything since Adam had been taken. She had been a little shocked. Not shocked, surprised. And then worried. But Barbara and Andrew were both adults, and as much as Bryn cared for Barbara, she had no right to question her friend’s affairs.
We’re both going to get hurt, though, she thought sadly. Walloped.
“Well, what do you think?” Barbara murmured, nudging her. They were alone at their table, since Lee and Andrew ha
d eaten quickly, then hurried backstage to check on some last-minute wiring details.
“I think that half the national debt could have been paid with the cost of this dinner,” Bryn whispered back.
Barbara laughed nervously. “I mean, what do you think of our would-be congressman?”
Bryn shrugged. Dirk Hammarfield had just finished speaking to the assembled group. “I think Lee and Andrew were only pretending to have something to do to escape the ‘thank yous.’”
Barbara lowered her voice even further. “I mean, do you think that he’s the whisperer?”
The chills that were never fully quenched started to flutter within Bryn. Could he be the whisperer? Could he be the man who was holding Adam this very minute?
He didn’t look it. He just didn’t look the part.
“I don’t know,” she told Barbara truthfully. “But for some reason, I just can’t believe it. He’s too pleasant and too married!”
“The ‘too married’ men are the ones you have to watch out for!” Barbara warned.
Bryn raised a cryptic brow to her friend, and allowed herself to muse curiosly on Barbara’s appearance. She had never seen Barb look better. Her dress was simple and sleek, made of beige silk, and her short blond hair swung freely about her features. Bryn decided that the reason Barbara looked so spectacular was the glow about her face and the diamond sparkle of her eyes. “Let’s not talk about it,” Bryn murmured. “I’m nervous enough already.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Bryn shrugged. Not Hammarfield. Not Adam. “I’d like to know about you—and Andrew.”
Barbara smiled without a blush or a pause. “I think he’s wonderful. He’s sensitive and caring, not afraid to have fun, and irresistibly sexy. And considering his position in life, he’s admirably unaffected. I’ve met a lot of so-called stars. All of these guys are unique. They’re grounded in reality.”
Bryn played with the swizzle stick in her half-consumed gin and tonic. “What I mean is, what do you think will come of it?”
Barbara laughed. “We haven’t been seeing each other all that long, you know.”
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