This is chapter nine of Steve’s Story
Chapter eight can be found here: Revelation
“They’ve given me twenty four hours,” John said as he disconnected the call to his message centre.
“To do what?” Steve asked him, automatically looking at his watch then at John. He looked so sad and tired sitting there with his phone still in the air near his face.
“To come up with the money. They said I’ve already had plenty of time, and didn’t like that I’d called you in to help.” John looked dejectedly out of the window.
“What are you going to do?” Steve put his hand gently on John ‘s arm. “I’m here, John, ready to do whatever is necessary to help you get Karen back.” He knew he would have John’s back no matter the situation. As he sat there he recalled the last time he had been brave and how that had got him into this situation in the first place. He was still under-dressed because of that bravery, and had it not been for the fierce heater in the car he would have been freezing. He had come to John’s aid without second thought, perhaps foolishly in hindsight, but he’d do it again and again if John needed him.
“I don’t know,” John looked as if he was shutting down. “I just don’t know.”
“I’m sure your bank would release the money without much trouble.” Steve’s mind was running through possibilities whilst at the back of his mind what he had seen back in the cabin still haunted him. “Is that what you want to do?”
“But how can I be sure they will release her even if I pay up?” John was fiddling with his phone as he spoke.
“Perhaps we need to talk about the cabin first,” Steve was plucking up courage to share. He knew that if he didn’t do so now it may all be a waste of time.
“The cabin?” John asked as if he hadn’t been with Steve just minutes ago.
“Yes, John, the Cabin.” Steve squeezed John’s arm making him turn to look at him. “More to the point, what I saw at the cabin.” Steve added gulping slightly preparing himself to tell John just what he had seen.
“The Cabin. Yes what did you see. It sure freaked you enough to get us running out of there,” John said as he stared more intently at Steve. It seemed he had come out of the fugue he was drifting into just moments ago. “But Karen.” he added.
“It’s all linked, John,” Steve said as the stark memory of what had been in that kitchen flared back into his mind as he began to tell John what had spooked him so back at the cabin.
Meanwhile the clock on the car dashboard counted down the seconds and minutes of the twenty four hours.