Spectre

Chapter 2

Thomas uttered words about his revenge, speaking to one lady or the other as usual, carelessly talking about how he would find them and possibly even kill them. He couldn't help his insecure self but to be a player; gallivanting with all the women he could sling his arm around, married and unmarried. It was the only thing he thought he could do well, but he couldn't seem to keep any woman. It made him angry; seeing that after all this time, he had no leads, or any means of knowing where they were. A small part of him wanted to give up on looking for them, and heed Sally's words, but as a stubborn man, he couldn't help but search...even if he:d had no leads...even if he wouldn't find anything.

"After a while, they'll turn up. It only a matter of time, Martha, before they slip up, and I find them." His booze ridden breath pouring out and almost choking the newest lady on his arm, Martha. "What'll you do then? I mean, it's not like you'll kill 'em."

"Trust me, if I see them, I'm gonna stick a gun up their throats and send a bullet through their skulls."

"Don't you think that's a little extreme? I mean, you could get caught."

"Don't worry about that. I always destroy evidence before anyone knows about it."

"What do you mean by-" A bullet, sent straight through her skull. Sally would be next, and then he could have Fiona all to himself. Dead or alive.

Fiona was happier than ever, starting a new life with her daughter. Even if it meant living in a barn that was practically isolated from all of society, she was glad to be free. She knew that Sally wouldn't really be making any friends out there, or even keep in contact with her old friends, but she did know that he little girl, Sally loved it their, as long as she was with her. Fiona couldn't get comfortable yet because somehow, at the back of her mind, her intuition told her that everything couldn't be peachy from then on. Fiona knew there was something wrong, but she didn't know that somewhere, Tom was planning a kidnap, that might turn to death.