“Come
on,
Annasuya,” he cried. “We have to get out of here. Hugh could be back at any minute.”
“Hugh?” I muttered in a daze. “You haven’t caught him yet?”
Calvin scowled.
“We’ll leave that to the police – when we’re at a safe distance. Come
on.
”
I tried to pull myself up. I felt like a rubber doormat, as if under the influence of some powerful drugs. In the end Calvin hitched me up in his arms and carted me out of there and onto the beach.
Fresh air rushed over me, reviving me. At last I felt strong enough to stand on my own. Calvin dropped me to the ground, but my knees started wobbling and in the end I tumbled back to the ground again.
Ursula threw her hands up in the air.
“Well, why not?” she said, and settled on the sand next to me.
Calvin grumbled, studied the two of us and then caved too.
“Feels like a picnic,” Ursula said, giggling.
I looked from one to the other.
“Okay, Calv. Maybe you feel like telling me what happened now? How did you find me?” I breathed.
Calvin gestured at Ursula.
“It was Lindsay,” Ursula explained. “I was on my way here and I bumped into Lindsay.”
“Wait, wait. On your way here? Why? How did you know I was here?”
Ursula shrugged, spread her hands out on her knees and glanced down at them.
“Okay,” she said with a sigh. “Confession time. I was in cahoots with Hugh, okay? But I didn’t know what he meant to do with you,” she hastened to add before I could say anything. “He just asked me to, like, to sorta keep tabs on you, you know.”
I opened my eyes in astonishment.
“Why?” I demanded.
Ursula waved her hands about.
“It was totally innocent. He told me he was sweet on you, like. And he just sorta like wanted to know where you were and what you were doing and all that stuff. So I told him.”
I stared at her.
“But, you knew I was with Calvin. I think I mentioned it at the office.”
Ursula nodded.
“I knew. But I thought, well, Hugh had the right to fight for what he wanted too, you know. You know, like, get to know you and may the best man win kinda thing.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Anyways,” Ursula rushed to get in, “last night, when I bumped into you at the pub – I’m sure by now you’ve probably figured out I didn’t bump into you by chance, by the way. Even though you’re not at the office anymore, I was still sorta keeping tabs on you. Like, following you around and such, you know.”
“Thought as much.”
“Anyways, so last night, when you opened your purse, I stuck in a little tracking chip. Remember? When I asked you for a quarter?”
My mouth flew open.
“Ursula whatever-your-last-name-is, I’ll never, ever in my life trust you ever again,” I exclaimed, furious.
“I wouldn’t blame you.” Ursula shook her head from side to side, contrite. “Whatever you feel like doing to me, I deserve it. But I had no idea Hugh wanted to hurt you. I thought he’d just approach you and take a walk with you, or invite you to a drink or something.
“So I was coming out here, following that tracking chip. As you’ve probably already figured, Hugh had already taken off after you ages ago – because both of us had the software to track that chip in our phones, you know—”
“Good thing you did follow her too,” Calvin cut in sharply.
Ursula surveyed him for a minute, taken aback, then continued.
“As I was saying, I was coming out here, following the chip, and I bumped into Lindsay. And she told me what had happened.
“To say I was stunned out of my mind is putting it lightly. But when we backtracked to look for you, you’d disappeared.”
I glanced at her and Calvin.
“So how did you find me?”
“I remembered the boathouse, here on the beach. I remembered Hugh had shown it to me once. Before he’d set up all those weird – gadgets – in it. When it was just a boathouse with a metal canoe in it.
“First Lindsay and I went to Hugh’s house in my car. But he wasn’t there. Then I remembered the boathouse. Those were the only two properties of his that I knew about. I was sure he’d brought you to the boathouse then, because it’s right next to the beach.”
“How come you knew all these things about him? Are you good friends?”
Ursula shook her head.
“Not anymore, obviously. We
were
good friends for many years, though. In fact, we met at the temp agency, the same one you work for. They placed me at that company years ago. But I swear I never, ever, ever in a million years expected he’d do such a thing to you,” she hastened to add. “I’m not a criminal, you know. I’d
never
have helped him if I’d known.”
My head was spinning. I was chilled to the marrow, in spite of the cheery sunshine. I started trembling hard and stuck my hands deep into the pockets of my dripping jacket, clamping my arms tight against my sides.
“We came to the boathouse, but there was a chain on the door and a padlock. We heard noises inside... Anyways, I got suspicious, but we couldn’t see any way to break into it.”
“What time was this?” I asked sharply.
Ursula squinted.
“I dunno. Maybe a li’l after dawn.”
“After dawn?” I shrilled. “You knew I was in there since dawn, and you waited so many hours to come and save me? You fucking shithead. I almost died!”
I remembered the light paling through the chinks between the wooden boards as I lay underneath the pendulum. At that time Ursula was already there, knew I was in there?
Ursula held up her hands, palms towards me, placating.
“I didn’t
know
you were in there. And I certainly wasn’t aware of what was happening to you,” she said defensively. “I only suspected
maybe
you
could have
been in there. Anyways, we didn’t have any way to break in, and Lindsay thought to call Calvin up and ask him if he could bring some tools or something.”
Good old Lindsay. Trust it to her to come up with the solutions. I’d always admired her keen mind.
Suddenly I noticed that Lindsay wasn’t here.
“Where is Lindsay?” I asked.
“She took a taxi to our place to stay with Romeo,” Calvin replied. “With crazies like Hugh running around loose I couldn’t leave Romeo all by himself.”
I nodded.
“Anyways, so Ursula called me up, and I had to zip to my parents’ home first for a toolbox and some stuff, like the axe.” Calvin took over the explanation. “Cos we thought we could break the chain with the axe. Which is exactly what we ended up doing.”
“So...” I stuck out a fingertip and traced a circle on the sand. “Then Hugh still doesn’t know what’s happened? He could come back here and... and do something to us, still?”
Calvin clenched his fists.
“Just let him try,” he growled.
He pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number.
“This time we
are
calling the police,” he said. “What we should have done when Romeo first went missing. If we’d called the police then, probably you wouldn’ta ended up locked up in that basement, and then you wouldn’ta almost died.”
The next few hours were a blur as a whole troop of agents came around and began trampling the sand down, taking declarations from everyone and cordoning off the site. A female officer – I couldn’t quite catch her name – came and wrapped her arms around me and then finally took me home in her car.
“You must be exhausted, Annasuya,” she said.
I barely had the strength to nod.
She left me at home with Romeo and Lindsay, telling me she’d come by the next day so I could go down to the station with her to make a statement.
“Get some rest, Annasuya,” she said. “It’s over now.”
She gave me a comforting smile before she left.
*
Anyways, so my name is still Annasuya Rose Adler. I’m still just a normal person, like you and your friends. I like to go out on the town, have a great time, go drinking with my chums and dance the night away on Fridays. I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my boyfriend and son outside the centre of a large North American city.
But probably unlike you and your friends, I almost died three times. I often get up at night and pad over to my son’s cot and gaze down on my son’s sleeping form. I remember how he lay dying of thirst on the mucky floor of a basement not so long ago. I stroke his hair and I swear, swear, swear that if I ever had to give my life for him again, I would do it over, and over, and over again...
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The inspiration for this story comes from when I was sent one day recently to work as a temp for a certain, definitely very creepy individual (who shall, of course, remain unnamed).
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