He had to get out of the house. Time was running out. Sarah would be back and she’d bring help. They’d have enough information, based on her statement, to enter his home with force and he was in no condition to ward them all off now.
He grabbed his ammunition box, loaded his Mamba and holstered it. After that, he picked up his computer and the black container of nails in his desk drawer and took them out to his car. Once they were loaded, he headed back into the house for a hostage. The choice had been made for him. He would need one of the two men in the basement to help keep him alive and he knew which one would be a more powerful hostage.
In the basement he stepped up to the cell door and looked in at the two men bleeding on his floor.
“You’re both staining my floor,” he said. “Do you realize how much work it is to get blood out? I should know.”
It hit him then. It was truly over. Everything he had built. All the security measures he had taken. The system of stealing girls out of their comfortable lives and placing them into his. All over. Everything changes, but he didn’t think his lifestyle would change this fast. He thought he could go on for years to come. But Sarah Roberts had stopped him by simply escaping.
He would have to move. Not just another city, but another province, maybe even another country, and he would have to do it fast. Within twenty-four hours the police would be hunting him everywhere.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Sarah will pay dearly for what she had done. At least his company would survive. He had money and it continually flooded into his account on a weekly basis. Maybe he would move to Japan and get lost there for a while.
If Roman Polanski can do it, so can I.
Elmore pushed the button to open Drake’s cell door. He motioned with his Mamba for Drake to stand on his one good leg. Drake did as he was told, hopping, the pain displayed on his face.
The blood coming out between Rod’s fingers seemed to be increasing in speed.
“You’re losing a lot of blood, Rod. I estimate you have an hour left, maybe less. How does that make you feel? Do you regret coming to my home?”
Rod shook his head.
“Why’s that? Why do you not regret it? You’re dying, you fucking pig.”
“Because, I got to see Sarah again. And now she’s free. That’s all that concerns me. She’s my life’s mission.”
Elmore felt confused. “You justify your death this way?”
“It’s complicated.” Rod’s voice weakened.
“How so?” Elmore knew he had to go, but Rod’s statement intrigued him.
Rod looked at Drake. “When you get away from him, take good care of Sarah. She needs a man like you.”
Elmore lifted his weapon and aimed it at Rod’s face. “Don’t talk to Drake. Tell me why it is complicated or you will eat this bullet.”
Rod looked down at his stomach and moved his eyes along the stream of blood. He looked back at Elmore and then to Drake. “I love Sarah. Always have, although she had no idea. That was one of the reasons she became my sole mission. I couldn’t let her out of my sight.” He winced. “Tell her I’m sorry, Drake. I did it to protect her, so nothing like this would happen. She’ll understand. Tell her that was why I got so angry at Rosalie in Hungary. I thought she put Sarah in harm’s way.”
“I’ll tell her,” Drake said.
Elmore lowered his gun. “Town is far from here. Sarah doesn’t have a phone. The police couldn’t possibly be here within the hour and you’re going to bleed out by then. I will not make your death quick. Goodbye, Rod. Enjoy the afterlife.”
Elmore pushed Drake toward the stairs. They made it to the hallway and then the front door. Elmore stepped out first to scan the area, not worried that Drake would try to run away.
The area was serene, with nothing moving. He guided Drake to the rear of his car and opened the trunk.
“Get in.”
Drake rolled into the trunk without protest.
Elmore got behind the wheel and left his property via the back way, vowing to himself to never return again.
Chapter 31
It pained her heart to leave Drake behind. The chance that Elmore would kill both men and leave was very high. She only hoped that he would take a hostage. Being a hostage and alive was better than not being a hostage and dead.
She got to the end of the driveway and ran along the shoulder of a two-lane highway. Traffic raced by as people drove into Toronto for the day’s work.
She waved and leaned into the road at every passing car, attempting to get their attention. After the fifth car had passed, she stepped into the road in front of a small Honda Civic. The sun had gotten high enough for her to be seen without headlights.
The Honda slowed and pulled onto the shoulder beside Sarah.
“Is everything okay?” the female driver asked.
“Do you have a cell phone?” Sarah asked. “I need to use it. I don’t want a ride. I just need to make an emergency call. Do you have a phone?”
“Who doesn’t nowadays? Come on, get in.”
Sarah ran around to the passenger side, jumped in and shut the door. The driver turned on her four-ways and handed Sarah a small pink phone.
“Are you okay? Did you run out of gas?”
“Not really. You’ll hear everything when I make this call.”
She had considered staying in the house and attacking Elmore on her own, but decided he was too crazy and had too many devices, like the tranquilizer gun and needle. Vivian hadn’t offered her any notes on Elmore, so she wondered if her odds would be better with the police going in and dealing with him legally.
She watched the driveway as she dialed the police.
She needed to distance herself from that basement and what had gone on in there to other victims. As a woman, it was too much to handle.
The line at emergency services rang.
“Police,” she said after being prompted. Then, “I need to speak to Spencer Milton, the lead investigating officer of the Rogers Centre shooting. I have information for him. Tell him my name is Sarah Roberts. Yes, I will wait.”
The woman sitting beside her put both hands on the steering wheel. Her right leg started tapping up and down. Sarah caught the driver’s head moving back and forth as she checked her mirrors.
“It’s okay,” Sarah said as a way of comforting her. “Don’t worry. None of this will come back to you. We’re the good guys.”
The driver nodded, but Sarah could see this was bothering her.
The line clicked and then she heard, “Spencer here. How do I know you’re Sarah Roberts?”
“Drake told me about you. He filled me in on Monika and how you stopped her at the lake. Listen, I need you to locate a cop friend of mine. He’s the only one I trust. He’s in Toronto and he’s going to be pissed that I wasn’t on that plane. I need his help. His name is Parkman.”
“Hold on,” Spencer said.
There was a pause where it sounded like the phone was being jostled. A large truck passed by and the little Honda shook. Sarah snuck a glance at the driver. She didn’t look any better.
“Sarah?”
Parkman.
“Parkman. Listen, I have a problem.”
“Right to business, I see. I was worried, you know.”
“You think I did this on purpose?”
“Never. Where are you? I’ll come get you. What’s this they want to charge you with murder? And who was Joseph Singer anyway?”
“That’s nothing. Rod made it up.”
“He doesn’t know you very well then.”
“Ask Spencer where I am. He came to the house yesterday.”
Parkman pulled the phone away and then back. “He says he knows exactly where you are but doesn’t know why you’re there.”
“Long story — but you have to hurry. Drake is in the basement with a gunshot wound to his leg and I think Rod got shot bad too. Elmore may be on the run, but I haven’t seen him leave his property yet. Bring everything you got and… just get here.”