The DA's Daughter

Chapter Seven

It had been five days since the bank robbery and they were no closer to finding any trace of Juliet or the other two hostages. The morning after the robbery, Charles' secretary called him to inform him that his daughter had called the office three times the day before but didn't leave a message. Her number had appeared on their caller ID log. That caused much panic and fear between him and his wife. That meant the captors were aware of who she was but it didn't bring them any closer to her.

After that, Mrs. Collins had pleaded with both her husband and Philip to let the public know that she was among the hostages. Despite her husbands best efforts, a press conference was held that evening. The public was made aware of everything and if anyone had any information to come forward. Representatives from each family came forward to make their little speeches about returning them safe and sound. When it came to the Collins', Cynthia had to do all the talking. That was unusual but Charles was having a difficult time trying to speak. Every time his mouth opened, nothing would come out.

Trevor was viewing the whole ordeal. He was beside himself with glee and happiness. His hunch of who Juliet truly was unfolding in front of his eyes. Up until watching the press conference, he only had a theory. The remark regarding her sister was an attempt to get some sort of reaction from her. Unfortunately, he had forced her unconscious and by the time she had awaken the following day, she was near delirious from hunger and pain. A sight he enjoyed seeing her in. Now all the cards were in his hand and he was about to make his first move.

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"Why didn't the press conference work Charles?" Asked Cynthia as they drove home. It was the first time that they both headed home together. They were both exhausted beyond belief and were ordered home to sleep by Philip. Hanging around the police station was doing nobody any good.

"I don't know." He said solemnly. In reality, his gut knew why. She was dead or was going to be held for some form of ransom. Especially if their hunches were correct on who had her.

"I'd know if she was dead."

"Honey..." He started but she held up her hand.

"I would. I knew the moment Taylor died. I felt a piece of my heart shatter." She told him. It was hard to explain, but she felt it, deep down. She hadn't felt it again and it could only mean that Juliet was still alive out there.

"I believe you." It was either that or just accept that his daughter was dead. That was something he wasn't sure he had the mind to do. There was no evidence to prove otherwise and if Charles was anything, he was an intelligent thinking man. They had searched all the usual body dumps in town, spoken to their undercover contacts and even brought in a few of their snitches. No new information had leaked through the system.

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Ring... Ring... Ring...

"Hello? What! I'll be right there!" Charles bolted out of the bed, startling his wife.

"Who was that? Did they find her?" She asked frantically as she sat up quickly.

"They've gotten a lead." He answered, quickly pulling on some clothes.

"What kind of lead?"

"Someone called from her cell phone. They were able to track it before they hung up."

"Was it her?"