Not Again

Chapter Eight - David Wright

Sgt. Grey

There's something very wrong with Tim. He's just stood there, his eyes darting around the room, like he's looking for something.

Then they fix in place.

Whatever it is, he's found it.

'Tim?'

I'm genuinely concerned. He's not said a thing since he read that letter and I'm growing more and more worried.

Without warning he grabs something off the end table and dashes out the room.

'BRADFORD WAIT!' I call out after him, but he's gone.

Where?

I don't know.

Tim

I found them. Quickly, I grab the spare key to Lucy's car and run downstairs. I need to get out of here.

'BRADFORD WAIT!' I hear Grey call after me, but there's no way I'm staying here.

I can't.

Before anyone can come after me, I get in the car and speed off.

I know exactly where I'm going.

It's a ten minute drive and I'm alone so I just give up on fighting the tears. I didn't realise how many I had been holding in until that moment. My whole world had fallen apart in the span of an hour.

Finally, I pull up outside Angela's house. I'm  a mess. I dry up my tears and approach her house with puffy red eyes. It's obvious that I've been crying.

I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

Angela

Its about 10 pm when there's a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone.

'WESLEY!' I call from the kitchen.

'Yeah?' He came to the kitchen running.

I love Wesley. He's the most caring and sweet person I've ever met. The fact that he comes running when I call, should be enough to tell you, he's perfect.

'Are you expecting anyone?' I ask as I finish up with the dishes.

'No. Why?'

'There's someone at the door. Can you take the kids to their room while I answer it?'

'Sure, I'll turn the tv on in their room so they can't hear.'

It had become routine to take the kids to the back of the house before either of us answered the door since the whole Elijah situation. It's best to keep them safe, even if it's nothing.

Wesley scooped one kid up in each of his hands and they disappeared into their bedroom.

*knock knock*

They knock again. It sounds urgent.

'COMING' I yell as I hurry to the door, and try to make myself look somewhat presentable.

'Can I help yo-' I say as I swing open the door, before I realise who it is and cut myself off.

'Tim?'

There at my door, stood a puffy eyed Tim. He had been crying, there was no doubt about it.

'A-are you alright? What's going on?' I ask, trying to make sense of the situation. I have never seen Tim like this, in all the years I've known him.

'L-Lucy's gone.'

Those are the only two words he managed to choke out before breaking down in my arms.

'What do you mean gone?'

I step out of the way and we take a seat on the sofa.

He takes a sharp breath before continuing.

'She's been kidnapped. Again. And it's my fault. She called me but my phone was on silent. If i had picked up the phone she'd still be at home, in bed, not out with some sicko.'

'Tim, stop. You did this last time. Blaming yourself, and it didn't help at all. We found her when you stopped and focused on looking okay?'

'But Ange-'

'No, Tim, you couldn't have known. Do you have the kidnappers name?'

'Yeah.'

He stops and takes a deep breath.

That can't be good

'David.. David Wright.'

My heart skipped a beat. In a bad way. If he means what I think he means then Lucy's in worse trouble than she originally anticipated.

'Wright.. as in Caleb wright?'

Tim doesn't respond. He's zoned out, deep in thought.

'Tim?'

I gently tap his arm to get his attention.
I can only begin to imagine what he must be feeling right now. I know I sound like John right now, but its true.

'Sorry, yeah. Caleb and David. They're brothers.'

His eyes well up again.

'He left me a note.'

He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture of the letter.

'Oh shit.' I mumble before grabbing my phone.

'What? What?' Tim asks frantically.

'I'm calling John and Nyla. He mentioned Nyla and her daughter in the note! Don't you get it? It was a warning!' I yell, panicked.

Nyla and Tim are my best friends and seeing one of them hurting is bad enough. I can't bear to see like this too.

'But why John?' Tim asks me, worry and panic still evident in his voice.

'He was with Nyla. He was there when Caleb died. If he came for Lucy they might be next. We can't risk it.'

I hurriedly call them both.