Wright In Danger

Chapter Twenty Nine

Harris arrived not long after they'd hung up. Exchanging a firm hand shake, they headed for the interrogation room. "How did Rita and Yousseff cross paths?" Beau started in. The other mans answering expression told him this was going to be quite the story. "Turns out, Rita has a history of dealing with drugs and jail time. I also found that she has a tendency to fall for the wrong guys. As it goes, Yousseff was scouting the area. Coming across Rita, he struck gold. He's got her wrapped around his finger, perfectly manipulated just as he'd intended." 

It made perfect sense. Making him deeply uneasy. "You suspect he's had her report on me?" He was quiet a moment. "As disturbing as it sounds, we have to keep in mind this man is dangerous and unhinged. Taking your wife from you wasn't enough for him. He's been keeping tabs on you I suspect longer than when he met Rita." His words had the old familiar anger couring through his veins. The lengths Yousseff would go to in order to feed his sick need for satisfaction... "Mind if I join in on this?" The question gave him the fleeting worry of the him in the same room with Rosalie again. The need to locate Colson, Rita and Jones over ruled that. 

Opening the door, he let him proceed. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Tamera opened her mouth. "I was interested in meet you, Agent Harris." Three sets of eyes turned on her. Harris, entirely not amused went up to her. Her glare didn't faze him. "Rita has been a busy woman." Her glare turned pleased with herself as she crossed her legs, smirking. "Brains and beauty. What a catch." Beau caught the shift in Rosalie from his side eye. He willed her not to do anything stupid.

"Enough Tamera. You're in no position to find anything amusing," Beau bit out. Turning his attention on Rosalie, she read him perfectly. "Will you please inform her of the charges she now faces?" This had its intended effect. The amusement was knocked clean off her face. Had she really not given thought to her situation? By the time Rosalie told her the last one, her lips were pinched and she wouldn't meet any of their eyes. Her involvement was about to cause yet another media storm which was also about to effect her mom's life as well. 

Turning his attention on the chief, his jaw ticked as he leaned in. "Best you start telling us the whole of it. Leave nothing out. Nothing."

As nice as dinner with June had been, Loraine's mind traversed back to Beau and what they had learned. The kiss he had pressed to her forehead. She could still feel the touch of his lips. "I'm sure he'll give an update as soon as he's able," June soothed. It put a smile on her face. Just like her to know where her mind was at. "I know, it's just...Colson and Rita. Screaming at each other. What's that even about?" Chewing at her lip, June kept her eyes on the road. "Beau can handle whatever it is they've gotten themselves into. I do have this suspicion..." 

Glad she wasn't voicing it aloud, she was fairly certain her own suspicion fell right in line. The thought made her stomach knot. Pulling up to the house, she let out her sigh. Something told her this was going to be a long night. June shifted to face her. "Sis. Listen to me. I want you to go inside, start a bath, light some candles. Relax." As appealing as it sounded, she was heavily distracted by thoughts of Beau. Would he remember to get in touch?

"I'll...do that. Goodnight." Climbing out, she waved before heading for her door. Once she stepped through, her eyes were glued to her phone screen. There was no text of course. She couldn't very well will him to. Leaning a hand to the bed, she was about to toe her shoes off when there came a  knocking at her door. June? Did she really think she couldn't handle being alone right now? Making her way to the door, more knocking persisted. Opening the door, she gasped. 

Colson stood before her, hair as messy as ever, hands tucked into his hoodie. This had her brow rising as it was still plenty warm out. "Colson. Hi. Where are you coming from?" The question clearly caught him off guard. "What do you mean? My place of course." The lie was bold. She shook her head. "How is that when your neighbor claims you took off with Rita?" He didn't say anything to that a moment. "Mind if we take this conversation inside?" Better to have this out not in sight of the neighbors.

Stepping aside, he made his way in. Shutting the door, she knew she couldn't waste this opportunity to get to the truth. "Please tell me what's going on. I'm genuinely worried for you, Colson."Leaning against the wall, he thrust a hand through his hair. "I can't get my head straight. Everything right now feels like a complete disaster." This she could believe. The death of a loved one tended to upend ones life. Still. She wanted to know specifically what was going on. "Give me more than that, Colson. Being vague doesn't get us anywhere." If she had to wait him out, she would.

The more she was able to relay to Beau later, the better. His gaze fell to his feet. "I wanted so much  more Allison and I. The get rich money scheme got a hold of me. Didn't turn out the way I'd envisioned. I never wanted to stay this long in Clairview." So what had he got himself into? Her gut told her it played a part in Allison's death. "Having wanted a better life for the two of you wasn't wrong. Just...tell me what happened." Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back. She figured it was time to coax the story out of him with food.

"How about this. I'll get us snacks and drinks and you make yourself comfortable on the couch." Coming away from the wall, this was good. He was going to talk. Encouraged, she turned for the kitchen. She made it to the threshold when a movement from the side caught her attention. Turning her head, her eyes went wide at the sight of Jones and the wide open door.He'd jimmied his way in. Confused, Colson's voice at her back had the hair at the back of her neck rising. "Sorry to have to do this to you." Shifting, he stood there with rope and duct tape, his expression blank. "What the hell is this!" she demanded. Heart thudding in her chest, no answer came from him as he gave Jones the go ahead motion. So this had been his plan all along. Trapping her. Whipping her head back to Jones, there was no chance at escape. He had her in a vice grip with one arm, a needle stabbing into her arm. In seconds she's succumbed to the dark.

She came to being jostled, her wrists and ankles bound so tight it felt as if more needles were at work in her veins. Blinking, she looked up, only to find that the windows had curtains on them so she couldn't see out. Not that she had any real hope of figuring out where they were taking her. She'd fallen so neatly into their trap, she would cry if she wasn't so woozy. What had he given her? Dropping her head back down, she wondered how long it would be before someone called her in as missing. She sincerely didn't want it to be June. She could perfectly picture her frantic expression.

The van continued to bump along for some time making her fear throwing up. No. She would keep the bile down. She needed to get herself together. Learn what she could of her situation before whatever they had planned for her. The van took a turn. She felt them inclining for a while before they came to a stop. "Damn I hate making this drive," Jones grumbled. A scoff came from Colson before they both climbed out, doors slamming. She didn't bother pretending to still be out. The side door opened. Neither reacted to her being awake. As she was about to ask where they'd taken her, Jones grabbed hold of her, dragging her out.

Positioning her so her feet touched the ground, she was somewhat grateful he hadn't thrown her to the ground. Keeping hold of her, he gave her a good jostle. "Don't try getting away. It'd be a real chore to chase after you. Not to mention the reaming out Rita would have for us." That had her attention. Rita was here? What the hell did she want with her? Pushing the questions back, she let herself be marched to the door. The house, shack, whatever, was a hard sneeze from falling to the ground.