This is the continuing story of The Disappearance of Jennifer Douglas. It is the very first draft. I hope you enjoy it. SD Robb © All Rights Reserved.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Jennifer could feel the darkness around her. She was alone. She tried to move her hands, but they were bound behind her back. The rope was tight around her wrists. She attempted to wiggle her hands in order to loosen the rope, but the thread started cutting her wrists. She did not know where she was. However, she could sense that she was moving. Her legs were free and she used them to feel around the tiny space. She moved her leg to the right and felt some soft and thin. It felt a woman’s blouse. She continued to move her legs around. She knock into something that sounded like a basketball. An over whelming feeling washed over her. It was a sense of dread. She realized where she was, in the trunk of her own car.
The driver of Jennifer’s car could hear Jennifer’s screams while they drove. They smiled in delight. They had been planning this for a long time. The countless hours watching her had paid off. They knew that Jennifer was going to be surprised when she realized who they were.
Houston Wade knew it was now a race against time. He also understood that the police would not get involved for another 20 hours, by then he feared it would be too late. Houston drove to Jennifer’s work. Women as cautious as Jennifer just do not go missing. Somebody knew something, that he was positive of.
The office was a buzz that late afternoon when Houston Wade entered. Mr. George Rupert ran a tight ship and pushed his employees toward excellence, but even he was crippled with worry for Jennifer. He was munching on his finger nails when Wade walked into his office.
“Are that guy who they say is the boss around here?” Wade asked.
Rupert was staring off into the distance when he heard Wade’s question. “Uh…yes.”
“Great, can you tell if any of your employees outside of Jennifer are here today?”
“Why do you ask that? You don’t think one of the them had anything to do with this?” Rupert said nervously.
“Well I gotta cover the basis. So whose missing pops?”
Rupert looked out into the cubical corral and saw the empty desks of David Long and Martha Beecher. Rupert handed Wade their names and addresses.
“Thanks pops you have been a real help. Now I need to ask some of your employees some questions if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.”
Wade stepped into the cubical corral and honed in on a distressed looking Patty Sinclair. He realized she had to know something more than just a normal coworker relationship.
“Excuse me miss. Do you mind answering a few questions about Jennifer?”
Patty looked up at Wade through the tears running down her cheeks. “I would be happy to help in any way I can.”
Wade could by the expression in her face that Patty felt some type of guilt for Jennifer’s disappearance. “How long have you known her?”
“For three years. She worked beside me.” Patty said through sniffles.
“Did you notice anything strange or anyone strange that she ever told you about?”
“No I…wait I do remember her telling me about a odd looking person who she had seen a few weeks ago. She had gone to Starbucks like she does every day before work to get her Caramel Macchiato. She just loved those drinks.”
“Did she say anything more like what the person looked like?”
“No. Well she said this person gave her the creeps but Jennifer was always friendly to everyone she met. What troubled her was the fact she could not tell if the person was a man or a woman.”
“Thank you Patty if I need anything else I will let you know.” Wade stepped away from Patty’s desk. Wade was greatly troubled in his soul because he feared that it was possible that Jennifer did not know her attacker. If that was the case then Jennifer did not have much time to live if she was not already dead.