Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 44

The next three days drug by. I sat anxiously waiting to hear any details on how the meeting went. I had stayed up to try to see a car pick Hannah's dad up, but they must have waited at the end of the driveway because all I saw was her dad walking by with a bag over his shoulder.

I sat at the dining room table the morning of the third day stirring my tea nervously. The spoon clicked on the edge of the cup in an almost rhythmic beat. Finally I took the spoon out and rested it on a napkin on the table. I brought the cup to my lips and sipped the tea. The blueberry tea was delicious but nothing could distract me from the front door.

I stared at it. And stared at it. Stared at until finally the locks clicked. I sat up tall in my chair. I didn't know what exactly to expect.

The door swung in and Hannah's dad walked in. He carried a bag over to the table and set it down. He nodded.

I opened the bag and pulled out the contents. A CD player and four CDs. "Thank you."

"Thank Cameron." "He had to work pretty hard to get Hannah to agree to get this."

"Nothing to extreme right?" "He's ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine."

I got up and walked over to the living room. I set the CD player on the coffee table and set the CDs in a stack next to it. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed the money jar. Hannah's dad dropped a twenty in.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." "What is it?"

"Where do you guys get this money?" "I mean, you give me money for food, Hannah buys baby stuff, and the whole wedding that she threw..." "You never go to work, where's the money coming from?"

He sucked in his cheeks. "Well, you know that Hannah's mother was very sick when she died." "Well she didn't get sick naturally." "It was a side effect of a medicine she took for kidney problems." "It was a side effect that the company who made the medicine knew about but didn't make public." He rubbed his beard. "Long story short, we got a large settlement when she died and that's what I used to buy this house and to build all of the things Hannah wanted."

"Do you want to work?"

"If it meant I got to leave this place and not have to spend the days with Hannah, I'd love to go back to my old job."

"What were you?"

"Construction." "I managed a team." "We were usually contracted to fix up old houses that people bought." He smiled. "It was a lot of fun."

"Did you do that while Hannah was living with her aunt?"

"Yes, sort of." "I mostly did general construction then, and I worked for someone." "I wasn't my own boss." "I worked really hard during those ten years, to try to keep my mind off of losing my wife."

"And Hannah felt you didn't care about her?"

"Yeah, I drank a lot during those years to." "Between those two things I didn't really stop to think about anyone but myself much."

He held open the door to the grocery store. I walked in and squinted as my eyes adjusted to being out of the bright sun.

"What did your son say when you met up with him?"

"He mostly told me that he'll try to get police involved again, but they closed the case last week." "To the officials, Cameron is in a place that he wants to be in and there's no reason to be looking for him."

"What about me?" "I'm still missing, right?"

"Other than some people over in Maryland, the public kind of forgot about you." "Because you didn't tell anyone you were going to California in the first place, the public kind of accepted the idea that you ran away."

"But I went missing with Cameron!" "Shouldn't they assume that I'm still with him?"

He shrugged. "Like I said, my hands are kind of tied but my son said he'll talk to the police." He looked around. "This place is pretty in the middle of nowhere." "The nearest city is over an hour away." "It's all dirt roads." "I don't even know how easily the police could find this place."