Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lyin...
Summary: The police try to find evidence Andy was at the Wilson's
Pairings: N/A
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of drugging, mentions of rape, mentions of kidnapping, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 881
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Paul Diskant lets out an annoyed groan, throwing his head back, and rubbing his eyes. He's looked at the video footage of the Wilson's thirty fucking times. Nothing. All the different angles from the house, still nothing. And yet here he is being made to watch each video over and over again.
Hearing his exasperation Everett walks over to him. Eyeing each screen. "There a problem?"
"This fucking feed. Do you realize how many times I've watched these? All because you are insisting there's something here. A way to nail Andy when we don't even know it was him. You know he pulled in that McGrath kid? He confessed to drugging her. So why are you not watching these?"
Everett's thick body pulls his chair away from the screens. "Fine. Go," his eyes scan closely to the perimeter of the screen, determined that there will be something here. Watching the feeds, a second time he notices something. A flash of a cap, the B logo on full display but no face. "Wilson!" he shouts needing him to come quick. The video paused, and you would easily miss the image.
"What?" Sam asks walking over. Everett points at the screen and Sam's eyes go wide looking at it. "It's still not enough. We could bring her in to identify it," Sam scans each of the screens, giving a puzzled look.
"What? What is it?"
"That's not all the screens. Why didn't you tell me there was one missing from the back porch and yard? You know where they were when she was drugged?" Everett groans at this information. "Jake? I need you to get here. Kinda need your assistance, it's about your girl."
Jake taps along on Sam's security system. Trying to hack into the missing screen, his fingers fly across the keyboard with determination, and then he's got it. Horrified the three men watch Andy pour the contents of the baggy into your glass of wine, when he turns his face is clearly on display, smirking up at the camera. "Does he really not know who I am?" Jake asks, pounding a fist on the desk.
"Shut up," Sam sighs, watching your body walk back outside for your glass, Andy right in front of you, and you pay him no mind. "Son of a bitch. Speed it up."
Andy walks up the porch and into the house when he sees a back-room light go off. The men speed up the feed, noting how long he had been in the house with you. His arms carry your lifeless form out, his hand enters under your leggings, and Jake turns away. Everett's fists clench tightly, watching Andy say something to you. "You didn't opt for cameras that had fucking sound?"
"I didn't expect a guest to be raped."
Jake looks up at him. His own mistake still the main thing in his mind. "What do you mean?"
"Look at how long he was in there. She was drugged, he's still messing with her when he laid her outside."
That night flashes in Jake's mind. You removing your leggings, and you were completely nude, "She wasn't wearing panties," Everett looks at him. "When...at home...God, I messed up, okay? When she took off her pants, she wasn't wearing anything underneath."
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In Lee's office, he rubs along his brow, beyond irritated at that kid Andy brought in confessing to drugging you. His phone rings harshly, "Bodecker."
"Hey, is this the uh...the sheriff? Shit. Mother fucker."
"Yeah. Is there a problem?"
He hears more profanities coming through, and the sound of a speeding car. "I'm pretty sure I just saw a kidnapping. I'm in pursuit though."
"No. Don't pursue, where are you? Do you know who was abducted?"
"Currently on the road. I can drop my location if I have your number. Dammit. They're really fast. Um, a woman and two babies."
Lee hits panic mode, "Where were you?"
"Gas station on main. The Sunoco."
Standing up to find Wilson, and the other's he trusts. "What did she look like?" the man gives him an almost identical descript of you. "Son of a bitch! Wilson, Everett, pretty sure she was taken."
"Taken?" Jake asks, standing up.
"Sunoco on main. I need you to get their video footage. Kid, what's your name? I'm gonna send you my personal number. Need you to drop your location."
"Ryan."
Jake starts tapping along the computer, already hacking into the gas stations cameras, "That's illegal."
"It's quicker," at the speed of light he already has the footage. They all watch your body being dragged away. A second man coming to grab up the girls out of the back seat. "No. No."
Everett stands up, "Wilson, let everyone know what's going on. Get ready. Did you see who that was that took her?"
"Who?" Jake asks quickly, already grabbing his phone out to dial Clay.
"Lloyd Hansen and Andy's lackey Syd. Fucking hell. Mace!" Mace comes running in. "Call Ari. Jake, you better be getting in touch with Clay. I'm going to get Ransom and Nick."
Before Mace can call Ari his phone rings, and he picks it up, "Wait. Slow down, man. What do you mean she's gone? From the park?" he grunts, hanging up. "Mary was taken from the park."
