A Bunch Of Bitter Lies {Editing}

Chapter 19

William groaned as his phone rang. It was Juliet's ringtone. He declined the phone call and gave his passport to the boarding officer. His phone rang again and he saw it was a blocked number. He answered the phone.

"Clarkson speaking, how may I help you?"

"Mr Clarkson, we have some trouble. This is Officer Gibson speaking, it's about your wife." William stopped walking and turned around.

"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?" 

"We will need you to come into the station. It's not really a phone conversation."

"Just tell me," he demanded.

"Jacob Stew managed to get-"

"What? Please, just please tell me you got him. Please tell me she is okay." William ran down the corridor and kept running till he was outside. He got into one of the waiting taxi's and told them where to go. The officer still hadn't answered. "Answer me," he demanded again.

"I'm sorry-"

"God, I knew I shouldn't have left her."

"Sir, we will do everything we can to get him back, you just need to meet us at the station. Or would you  like to come to your house first?"

"I'll meet you at the house." He hung up the phone and shook his leg. Tears threatened to burn his eyes but he didn't let them spill. He looked out the window and watched as the taxi blurred past the motorway. What kind of person takes someone in broad daylight, he thought. He rang up David and told him that he couldn't come. David was already in France and was waiting for William. William didn't tell David what happened exactly but just told him that Juliet wasn't feeling well and he had to look after her.

The taxi driver stopped at the gate of his house. William chucked a few notes at him, probably more than a hundred pounds, and ran through the gates. He saw the flashing police sirens parked right outside his door. He stopped at the doorway of the living room and sank to the ground. The blanket that was covering her was on the floor. Vases were on the floor. The glass table was knocked over and the shards of glass were scattered on the floor.

Britney stopped at the doorway of the living at tried to speak but no words would come out. "Will...Will, what happened? David called me and told me to check on Juliet. Where is she?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

"Will, come on, get up from the floor." Britney helped pick him up from the floor. "It's okay Will. We will find her."

"Jacob Stew...Came and took her...I knew I shouldn't have left...I just...What am I gonna do Britney?" Britney tried to console William but no matter how hard she tried he just kept on blaming himself.

"Officer Gibson," a man said. William looked up at him and saw he was dressed in a suit. "Mr Clarkson, I'm sorry to have met you under these circumstances. We assure you that we will do everything we can to bring her back." He looked over at Britney and frowned. "Who let you in here?"

"It's okay, she's a friend."

"Right, well we already got enough people working on this case, I don't really want anyone else coming in this case."

"Understood." William looked at the officer and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, we found a hand written letter and some photos of her in the kitchen. We believe that he left it at the doorstep, well that is what the camera's say. He leaves them outside, she goes an gets them. She reads the letter and see's the photo. Then she tries to call the police and that is when Jacob comes in. The lady heard her arguing with Jacob before everything fell silent. And in the living room we found a rag which has chloroform in it. He knocks her out and then he takes her and drives away. He does all of this in fifteen minutes. He sure has done a lot of planning over these last four years."