Mondays Never Go Well

“Oh my gosh, why,” she whined as the phone trilled her out of sleep.

“Someone better be dead,” Rob groaned as he rolled over smushing his head into his pillow.

“I hear ya,” Oliva murmured, finally grabbing the phone she answered, “Regan.”

Hello Olive,” the man wheezed. “Long time no see.

The woman, now wide awake, shot up in bed. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she felt for the lamp switch.”

I’m guessing, by now, I have your attention. Now that you are good and awake we can restart our little game. That’s a good idea, don’t you think?

“You know what I think.”

I do believe I do. It’s now 12:08. If you’d like to waste the remaining twenty three hours and fifty two minutes of Kimmy’s life, well then we can discuss that. Your call.

“Who is Kimmy?”

“That’s for you to find out. You can cheat and use your police officer boyfriend if you must. The game has started Miss Regan.”

“No.”

Now Miss Regan, we’ve been through this before. It’s the best two out of three. You won the first game, I won the second. This time, winner takes all.

“Please, no, who is Kim-” she pleaded before the line went dead.

Robbie was sitting up now too. He was still a bit fuzzy brained from sleep, but he wasn’t an idiot. Olivia was quaking, he had to help her.

“Honey, what is it?”

“He’s back.”

“Who is back?”

“Ethan.”

Robbie swore loudly before reaching for his cell, “Hey Tony, this is Robbie. I need a couple units sent over to my place, and a trace run on Olivia’s phone. A lead on a cold case just came through.”

Robbie tried to control his rage while he coordinated the officers. Slowly, ever so slowly Olivia cam back to herself. The gravity of the situation finally sunk in. He had another girl. He had abducted another girl, just like he had taken her. The doorbell rang causing her to shriek.

BirthdayAfter calming Olivia, Robbie convinced her to come to the door with him. When they got there they opened it to find two policemen waiting for them. One was stooped down, carefully picking up an envelope with gloved hands. He stood, showing them the front, it said Happy Birthday Olive. Robbie had to grab Olivia quick before she could crumple the card into oblivion. He was worried. Olivia had barely come through the last game of Ethan’s with her sanity in tact. He wasn’t sure she would make it through a third encounter. This was going to be a long day.

 

 

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Prompt: Mondays Never Go Well…
Heather Wright
wrightingwords.wordpress.com

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