Officer Daniels took my phone before I could reply.
\n\u201cDo not answer him yet.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother is in that car!\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Ryan wants you frightened enough to follow his instructions without thinking.\u201d
\nThe paramedics were cutting Travis\u2019s shirt away from his shoulder. The bullet had torn a deep path across his upper arm, but he kept trying to stand.
\n\u201cYou need a hospital,\u201d the paramedic warned.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere while he has Evelyn.\u201d
\nMy mother\u2019s name sounded strange coming from his mouth.
\nSafe.
\nProtective.
\nNothing like the way Ryan had said it over the years whenever he complained that she visited too often or asked too many questions.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Officer Daniels led me into a nearby classroom.
\n\u201cWe can use the meeting to draw him out, but Emma cannot go with you.\u201d
\n\u201cI wasn\u2019t going to take her.\u201d
\n\u201cHe may demand proof that she\u2019s there.\u201d
\n\u201cThen we lie.\u201d
\nDaniels studied me for a second, then nodded.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what we\u2019re going to do.\u201d
\nEmma was taken to a secure room in the center of the school with Principal Howard and two armed officers.
\nShe refused to release me until Travis knelt beside her.
\nHis injured arm hung stiffly at his side.
\n\u201cLittle bird,\u201d he said gently, \u201cyour mom has to help Grandma now.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat if the bad men come back?\u201d
\n\u201cThey won\u2019t get past me.\u201d
\n\u201cBut you\u2019re hurt.\u201d
\nTravis managed a smile.
\n\u201cIt takes more than one little scratch to stop an old biker.\u201d
\nEmma looked at the blood covering his shirt.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not little.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d I said, glancing at him. \u201cIt definitely isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nHe ignored me and removed the silver chain from around his neck.
\nA small guitar pick hung from it.
\nHe placed it in Emma\u2019s hand.
\n\u201cYou keep this safe for me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause it always brings me home.\u201d
\nShe wrapped her fingers around it.
\n\u201cYou promise you\u2019ll come back?\u201d
\n\u201cI promise.\u201d
\nHe said the word with such certainty that even I believed him.
\nOutside the classroom, Officer Daniels fitted a tiny transmitter beneath my blouse.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Another officer gave me a phone with location tracking enabled.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll be close,\u201d Daniels said. \u201cYou do exactly what Ryan asks unless I give the signal to move.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat if he sees the police?\u201d
\n\u201cHe won\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat if he hurts my mother before you can reach him?\u201d
\nDaniels paused.
\nThat pause told me more than any reassurance could have.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll do everything we can.\u201d
\nI sent Ryan a message.
\nME: Emma and I are coming. Don\u2019t hurt Mom.
\nHis response arrived immediately.
\nRYAN: No police. If I see one cruiser, she dies.
\nME: Let me speak to her.
\nA video call came through.
\nRyan\u2019s face filled the screen.
\nThere was blood along his jaw, but his eyes were cold and focused.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cTurn the camera around,\u201d he ordered.
\n\u201cLet me see my mother.\u201d
\n\u201cShow me Emma first.\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s in the bathroom. She\u2019s terrified of you.\u201d
\nHis expression tightened.
\n\u201cThen bring the phone to her.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I want proof Mom is alive.\u201d
\nFor several seconds, he said nothing.
\nThen the camera shifted.
\nMy mother sat in the passenger seat of the stolen patrol car. Her wrists were tied with a plastic restraint, and gray duct tape covered her mouth.
\nA bruise darkened her left temple.
\nBehind her, through the rear window, I recognized the rusted steel beams of Miller Bridge.
\n\u201cMom!\u201d
\nHer eyes widened when she heard my voice.
\nRyan turned the camera back toward himself.
\n\u201cSunset. Bring Emma and the bank authorization forms.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat forms?\u201d
\n\u201cYour mother knows.\u201d
\n\u201cRyan, I don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d
\n\u201cThen ask her when you get here.\u201d
\nHe ended the call.
\nOfficer Daniels had recorded everything.
\n\u201cWhat bank authorization forms?\u201d he asked.
\n\u201cI honestly don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nTravis was standing in the doorway.
\nHe had refused an ambulance and allowed the paramedics to bandage him at the school.
\n\u201cEvelyn called me three days ago,\u201d he said.
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe wanted help installing a security camera outside her house.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she call me?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said she didn\u2019t want to worry you until she knew who was following her.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cSomeone was following her?\u201d
\n\u201cA black sedan. She saw it outside her bank twice.\u201d
\nOfficer Daniels immediately radioed another team.
\n\u201cSend detectives to Evelyn Carter\u2019s house and financial institution. Pull all recent activity.\u201d
\nI turned on Travis.
\n\u201cYou should have told me.\u201d
\n\u201cI was going to install the camera tonight.\u201d
\n\u201cYou keep deciding what I should and shouldn\u2019t know!\u201d
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d
\nThe answer took the anger out of me.
\nHe stepped closer.
\n\u201cI should have told you about the SUV. I should have told you about Evelyn. I thought I was protecting you, but I was wrong.\u201d
\nUnlike Ryan, he didn\u2019t blame me.
\nHe didn\u2019t make excuses.
\nHe simply admitted the truth.
\nOfficer Daniels handed me a set of car keys.
\n\u201cWe have less than an hour.\u201d
\nThey placed a child-sized mannequin beneath a blanket in the rear seat of an unmarked minivan.
\nFrom a distance, it would look like Emma was curled up asleep.
\nPolice vehicles left the school one by one, taking different routes to the bridge.
\nI was supposed to drive alone.
\nTravis climbed into the passenger seat.
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Daniels said. \u201cRyan specifically asked for Melissa.\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019ll expect her to bring someone for protection.\u201d
\n\u201cHe may shoot you on sight.\u201d
\n\u201cHe already tried to frame me for kidnapping Emma. He needs me dead whether I\u2019m at that bridge or not.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re injured.\u201d
\n\u201cSo is her mother.\u201d
\nDaniels looked at me.
\nI should have told Travis to stay behind.
\nInstead, I said, \u201cHe comes with me.\u201d
\nWe reached Miller Bridge twelve minutes before sunset.
\nThe bridge had been closed to traffic for years. Rust covered its rails, and weeds split the cracked road leading toward the river.
\nRyan had moved the patrol car beneath the center span where the trees concealed it from the highway.
\nHe stood beside my mother with one arm locked around her neck.
\nA gun pressed against her ribs.
\nI stopped the minivan fifty feet away.
\nTravis remained low in the passenger seat where Ryan couldn\u2019t see him.
\n\u201cGet out!\u201d Ryan shouted.
\nI stepped onto the broken pavement and raised both hands.
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s Emma?\u201d
\n\u201cIn the back seat.\u201d
\n\u201cBring her to me.\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s terrified. Let Mom go first.\u201d
\nRyan laughed.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t get to negotiate.\u201d
\n\u201cYou need the bank forms. I don\u2019t have them.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t need them. Evelyn does.\u201d
\nMy mother shook her head violently.
\nRyan pushed the gun harder into her side.
\n\u201cTell her.\u201d
\nI slowly approached.
\n\u201cTell me what?\u201d
\nHe ripped the tape from my mother\u2019s mouth.
\nShe gasped in pain.
\n\u201cMelissa, don\u2019t give him anything.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d
\n\u201cThe trust.\u201d
\nRyan struck the side of her head with the gun.
\nI screamed.
\n\u201cStop!\u201d
\nMy mother almost fell, but he caught her arm and dragged her upright.
\n\u201cExplain it,\u201d he ordered.
\nShe looked at me, tears running down her face.
\n\u201cAfter your father died, I placed the money from the company into a family trust.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, you don\u2019t know everything. I made you the primary beneficiary.\u201d
\nRyan\u2019s breathing quickened.
\n\u201cAnd if anything happened to you,\u201d she continued, \u201cthe money would pass directly to Emma.\u201d
\nI looked at Ryan.
\nHe wasn\u2019t planning only to steal a ransom.
\nHe had known about the trust.
\n\u201cYou said the documents were private,\u201d I whispered.
\n\u201cThey were,\u201d my mother replied. \u201cSomeone broke into my office six months ago. Nothing appeared missing, but copies must have been taken.\u201d
\nRyan smiled.
\n\u201cFour hundred and eighty thousand dollars was only the beginning. Once your mother signs the authorization and you\u2019re gone, I become Emma\u2019s surviving parent. I control everything until she turns eighteen.\u201d
\nThe photograph of me sleeping flashed through my mind.
\nThe words on the back finally made sense.
\nONCE THE GIRL IS GONE.
\nThe kidnapping was never the end of his plan.
\nIt was meant to remove Emma temporarily, draw money from my mother, and give Ryan an excuse to kill me.
\nThen he would \u201crescue\u201d Emma, become her sole guardian, and gain control of the trust.
\n\u201cYou were going to kill me,\u201d I said.
\n\u201cIt was supposed to look like you took your own life.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I couldn\u2019t live with losing Emma?\u201d
\n\u201cThat was the story.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Travis?\u201d
\n\u201cThe police were supposed to find Emma\u2019s backpack in his garage. Everyone would believe the dangerous biker kidnapped her.\u201d
\nA shadow shifted in the minivan.
\nTravis had heard enough.
\nI touched the transmitter under my blouse.
\nOfficer Daniels\u2019s voice whispered through the tiny receiver in my ear.
\n\u201cKeep him talking. Teams are moving into position.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere are the forms?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cIn the patrol car.\u201d
\n\u201cMom can\u2019t sign them with her hands tied.\u201d
\nRyan glanced toward the car.
\nThat was the opening we needed.
\nMy mother suddenly drove her heel down onto his foot.
\nRyan yelled and loosened his grip.
\nI lunged forward and pulled her away.
\nThe gun fired.
\nThe bullet struck the pavement beside us.
\n\u201cNow!\u201d Officer Daniels shouted through my earpiece.
\nPolice officers emerged from both sides of the bridge.
\n\u201cDrop the weapon!\u201d
\nRyan grabbed me by the hair and pulled me against his chest.
\nThe barrel pressed beneath my chin.
\n\u201cBack away!\u201d he screamed.
\nEvery officer froze.
\nTravis stepped out of the minivan.
\nRyan\u2019s eyes locked on him.
\n\u201cI knew you would come.\u201d
\n\u201cLet her go,\u201d Travis said.
\n\u201cYou always wanted my family.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I wanted them safe.\u201d
\n\u201cEmma loves you more than she loves me.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s because she isn\u2019t afraid of me.\u201d
\nRyan\u2019s face twisted with rage.
\nHe pulled me backward toward the edge of the bridge.
\nBelow us, the river crashed against jagged rocks.
\nMy mother sobbed as an officer cut the restraint from her wrists.
\nTravis walked toward us with his hands raised.
\n\u201cTake me instead.\u201d
\n\u201cStop!\u201d I cried.
\nRyan tightened his grip.
\n\u201cThat was always your problem, Travis. You had to be the hero.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Travis replied. \u201cMy problem was believing Melissa would be safe with you.\u201d
\nRyan pointed the gun at him.
\nTravis kept walking.
\n\u201cYou take one more step, and I\u2019ll shoot her.\u201d
\n\u201cYou won\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYou think you know me?\u201d
\n\u201cI know you need her signature. I know you need Evelyn alive. And I know the only person on this bridge you truly want dead is me.\u201d
\nRyan\u2019s hand trembled.
\nTravis took another step.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I whispered.
\nHe looked directly into my eyes.
\nFor the first time, I saw fear on his face.
\nNot fear for himself.
\nFear for me.
\n\u201cI should have told you the truth years ago,\u201d he said.
\nRyan\u2019s head snapped toward him.
\n\u201cShut up.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat truth?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t the time,\u201d Ryan warned.
\nTravis continued walking.
\n\u201cThe reason Ryan never wanted me near Emma.\u201d
\n\u201cStop talking!\u201d Ryan screamed.
\n\u201cThe reason he hated me before I ever started picking her up from school.\u201d
\nRyan fired.
\nThe bullet struck Travis in the chest.
\nHe staggered backward.
\n\u201cNo!\u201d I screamed.
\nRyan\u2019s grip loosened for one second.
\nI drove my elbow into his ribs and dropped to the ground.
\nPolice opened fire.
\nRyan stumbled toward the broken railing, lost his balance, and disappeared over the edge.
\nI crawled toward Travis.
\nHe lay on his back, motionless, blood spreading across his shirt.
\nThe officers rushed past me toward the railing.
\nSomeone shouted that Ryan had fallen onto a maintenance platform instead of the river.
\nBut I barely heard them.
\nI pressed both hands against Travis\u2019s wound.
\n\u201cStay with me.\u201d
\nHis eyelids fluttered.
\n\u201cThe chain,\u201d he whispered.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe guitar pick I gave Emma.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about it?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something inside.\u201d
\nParamedics surrounded us.
\nThey pulled me back and cut open his shirt.
\nBeneath the blood, I saw the edge of a protective vest.
\nThe bullet had struck the vest, but the impact had stopped his breathing.
\nOne paramedic began chest compressions.
\nAnother attached a mask over his face.
\nI looked toward the minivan.
\nThe rear door stood open.
\nThe blanket had been thrown onto the ground.
\nThe mannequin was gone.
\n\u201cWhere is Emma?\u201d I asked.
\nOfficer Daniels turned sharply.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s at the school.\u201d
\nMy mother\u2019s face went white.
\n\u201cNo,\u201d she whispered.
\nWe all looked at her.
\n\u201cEmma isn\u2019t at the school.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cRyan sent me a photograph before he took me. Emma was tied to a chair inside an old room. I thought it was somewhere near the bridge.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible,\u201d Daniels said. \u201cTwo officers were guarding her.\u201d
\nThen his radio crackled.
\nA frantic voice came through from the school.
\n\u201cOfficer Daniels, we have a problem. The girl is missing. One of our officers is unconscious, and someone left through the basement exit wearing a paramedic uniform.\u201d
\nRyan had never expected me to bring Emma to the bridge.
\nBecause while every available officer was chasing him, another accomplice had already taken her.
\nMy hands shook as I reached into my pocket.
\nThe silver guitar pick chain was no longer with Emma.
\nIt had been placed inside my coat.
\nI twisted the pick open.
\nA tiny memory card fell into my palm.
\nOn it, written in Travis\u2019s handwriting, were three words:
\nIF EMMA DISAPPEARS………………<\/p>\n
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