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“Not that I can find. She wouldn’t leave the door unlocked.” Deacon stared at Cowboy. “Not after dealing with Randy in Springfield.”
“Her car is out front. If she’s not nearby, then something’s happened.” Cowboy pulled out his phone and dialed. He put it to his ear and listened. “Still nothing,” he said after a moment. “Does she run an android or iPhone?”
“Android, why?”
“I might know a way to find her. Let me see if I can figure out her password.” He sat on the sofa and messed with his phone for a few minutes.
Deacon couldn’t take waiting. He searched the house again. Then paced while he waited for Cowboy to do whatever it was he was doing.
“Jackpot!” Cowboy yelled as he jumped to his feet. “The little fool used her last name and her date of birth for her password. Her phone is at a motel on the outskirts of Bismark.
“Fuck. Wish we’d done this before. We were there a little over an hour ago.”
“Then let’s go back. I’ll send you the address so we both have it.” He did something on his phone and a moment later, Deacon’s phone buzzed.
Deacon looked at the address, wasn’t sure where it was exactly but he’d look it up while they fueled the bikes.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed Lisa’s keys on his way by and locked up before getting on his bike and taking off.
12
Lisa lay on her side the bed in an unknown motel room. Randy had bound her hands and feet with duct tape again when they’d reached the room.
“I need to use the restroom.”
“Hold it.”
“I have been. I’ve got to pee and if you don’t let me go soon, I’ll make a mess right here. Then we’ll both have to smell it.” She needed to go but not that badly. She hoped he’d let her go to the bathroom and she could find a way out. Or at least get her phone out and let someone know what had happened.
Randy looked up at her from where he sat in the wheeled desk chair staring at his phone and glared at her.
“I can’t believe you. I don’t understand you.”
Crap. She hadn’t meant to get him started on this again.
“You refuse to see me. You say there’s just no spark between us when there is nothing but spark. Then you run a thousand miles away while I’m just trying to show you how much I love you.” He got out of the chair and started pacing the narrow path between the bed and the table he’d been sitting in front of. “And when I come to show you that I love you enough to follow you anywhere, even to that hell hole. I find you shacked up with a biker.” Randy said biker with enough disgust you would think she’d been sleeping with some kind of animal. “No, you can wait before going to the bathroom.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it. He sat back down and turned his attention back to the screen in his hand as he went back to ignoring her.
Lisa closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see her rolling her eyes at his rant. He’d gone on this same rant when he’d broken into her house. She’d rolled her eyes then and he’d slapped her. He’d continued on his rant about how she was meant for him, he knew it. Why couldn’t she see they were destined for each other? He’d told her he was there to rescue her from the ‘biker’ who was obviously holding her against her will. When she’d argued, told him he was the one she didn’t want around he’d hit her with something. She hadn’t seen what. All she knew was pain had exploded in the back of her head and she’d woken bound and in the back of his car.
Her phone had vibrated in her pocket several times, both during the drive and since they’d gotten to wherever this motel was. But with her hands tied she couldn’t even get it from her pocket, much less send a message for help.
And Deke and Cowboy were out of town until tonight. No one had any clue she was gone, much less where she was. Not that she had much of an idea herself.
Once Randy had gotten her into the car, he’d put something over her so she couldn’t be seen, but that also meant that even if she’d managed to sit up, she couldn’t see anything. And he hadn’t removed it until it was time to come inside, and whatever hole in the wall motel he’d found was so generic she had no way of guessing where they were from what little she’d seen on the way in. She had no clue where they were, and only a vague idea of how long they’d traveled.
They had been here a couple hours, at least according to the clock on the table between the beds and Randy had alternated between ranting about how much he’d done for her, how he’d tracked her phone to find out where she’d disappeared to, though she wondered how exactly he’d tracked her phone, and why couldn’t she understand and return his love and ignoring her as he focused on his phone.
Lisa got the feeling he was waiting for something, but what? Why would he stop here, wherever this was, instead of getting farther away. He had to know that eventually someone would realize she was gone and come looking. More distance between them had to be a good thing. Or was it? Maybe he wanted Deke to come after them. Maybe taking her was only part of his plan. Thoughts, worries, and crazy ideas flitted through her head while she had nothing else to think about.
She wanted to know how he’d tracked her phone. She wanted to avoid having someone do that again. She almost asked Randy to turn on the TV, if only for a distraction, but hesitated to draw his attention to her again. Who knew what he would say or do next and until she had to, she wanted to stay forgotten. Maybe that way he wouldn’t hurt her again.
13
Deacon wished that every creepy thing Lisa had told him about Randy didn’t keep circling through his mind as he made the trip to Bismarck, but it did. He wanted nothing more than to make sure she was safe. To hold her and reassure them both of that and that nothing would happen to her again. But he had to get there first. Then he’d have to deal with Randy.
There was the possibility that this wasn’t Randy’s doing but he didn’t think so. His gut told him it was the man who’d been stalking her, who drove her to move back to Dickenson. Just as his gut had told him something was wrong when she wasn’t answering.
As he rode, he tried to figure out how the man had managed to show up when he hadn’t been there. Was there anyway he could have timed it so perfectly if he hadn’t been watching her house? After that, he tried to remember any vehicle that had seemed out of place or that he’d seen over and over. The hard part of that line of thinking was that he’d only started spending time in the neighborhood after she’d moved in, and earlier this week. It was entirely possible that Randy had been watching since before he’d started going over there.