by JM Addison
Chapter 27
“I can’t believe this!” fumed Damian as he paced back and forth kicking whatever got to close to him. He thought about 10 minutes had gone by since Sonner, one of his security men, came in and announced there were intruders. What a fool! He fell right into her little trap. Hopefully she would now fall into his. His personal property was protected by a perimeter of sensors that was being monitored along with the other I-Data properties by staff security people. Typically, things were pretty quiet and the police had never been called on a breach of security. There were always a couple of guards on duty and more could be called if need be. The policy, however, was to notify the police in a case like this where someone could be in danger – especially at a personal residence.
So Damian waited, he knew the police were on their way, but he hoped his men would find her first so they could keep things quiet. Fortunately he had not heard any gunshots, so hopefully his people were not foolish enough to kill anybody when the police were soon to arrive. That would certainly complicate things.
Finally, Sonner reported back. “We got them sir.”
“Them?”
“Yes a man and a woman. I’m afraid the man was badly injured when we tried to apprehend him and will likely need medical care. We have called for an ambulance.”
“Just Great…”
“Sorry, sir”
“No, that’s ok! Looks like we finally got the bitch. How is she?”
“Uh, you better come and see for yourself.”
Damian followed Sonner outside to a van that was parked alongside the residence. On the ground next to the van was a man – about 40 or so – that did not look familiar to Damian. He was semi-conscious and there was some noticeable blood, but he looked like he was not in a life threatening situation. They had a blanket on him while they waited for the ambulance to arrive.
“Where is she?” Damian demanded.
One of the guys slid the side door open on the van and he was confronted with another one of the security team who was holding onto a handcuffed, smallish female. Damian’s blood turned cold when he realized that she was completely unfamiliar to him. “Who the hell are you!” he demanded.
“My name is Annette Armitage and I demand to know what you people think you are doing? Release me at once!”
“Where is she!”
“Who?”
“Mara Chandler!”
She glanced sideways for just a brief moment before saying, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” It was enough to convince him that she was lying. He wanted to belt her across the lips himself, but he could hear the police or the ambulance approaching.
He turned to Sonner, “She must still be out there. This one’s lying. Find Her!”