Abducted

CHAPTER 23

It was almost midnight, when Dr. Rousseau left the hotel room.
After their passionate interlude, they had both been spent.
Isabella seized the opportunity to dive in to the real reason why she had invited the doctor over.

"Did everything go as I asked?"
He had pulled Isabella closer to him and responded affirmatively.
Feeling refreshed, Dr. Rousseau bounced down the stairs to the back exit. His car was parked behind a dumpster at the back of the hotel.
The young porter whom he had op bribed to keep watch on the vehicle, was only too happy to oblige when he saw the new, crispy bills.

Dr. Rousseau did not mind helping out the lovely Isabella at all. As a matter of fact, he considered himself a lucky man, to be loved by such an enchanting, beautiful angel.
Over lunch at his office, a year ago, she had told him her life story.
Dr. Rousseau was very touched.
He became very angry when he learnt the true identity of her father.
"They deserve to be punished!" he said to himself.
Turning up his jacket collar to brace himself against the cold, biting wind, he stepped out into the dark of night.
He remembered clearly when Isabella had first visited him in his office. It was love at first sight with him. He had continued to see her on a regular basis. When Isabella had mapped out her schemes to him, it was too late. He was too smitten to turn away from her.
"Are you going to help me?" Isabella had asked as she seated herself on the arm of the office chair, which he occupied.
"Yes, of course darling. I will make arrangements for the blood results to be switched before the detective arrives." Smiling victoriously, Isabella had placed a kiss on Dr. Rousseau's flaccid cheeks, leaving his office and a trail of perfume behind.
That was the day after Geraldo's fatal accident.

Feeling like a king, Dr. Rousseau puffed out his chest and swaggered towards his car.
Isabella's parting words tonight, when he kissed her goodbye, did a lot for his soul.
"I love you honey." she had whispered dreamily.

As soon as the door had closed, Isabella had jumped off the bed and began to dress frantically. Donning a black track suit, quickly propping her wavy hair under the hood, she grabbed her belongings and headed for the elevator.

Driving his car down the narrow lane at the back of the hotel, Dr. Rousseau's thoughts kept going back to Isabella.
Soon he was on the highway.
He had willingly answered all Isabella's questions regarding the blood results stating exactly where the real result was hidden.
"Good job!" Isabella had complimented him.
Up ahead, he saw something walking across the road.
Dr. Rousseau pressed his feet on the brakes. There was no response.
Again he tried. Still nothing!
Panicking, beads of sweat flowing down his armpits, he swerved the car to avoid hitting the object.
The car screeched as it headed towards the precipice.
Seeing his inevitable end, Dr. Rousseau, raised his arms to block his eyes as the car flew over the cliff and exploded.
His screams and love for Isabella all coagulating into a fiery inferno.