She reaches into her purse and pulls out a 5 x 8 sealed envelope. My heart starts to race and acid burns my throat as I take it and lift the seal. Inside is a note and a small cellphone. I pull out the plain white note card and open it.
We have Chad. You have what we want. Get it for us or he dies. You have five days. Don’t make us kill him. We’ll be in touch.
The world is spinning again, spinning and spinning, and I can’t think. Adrenaline spikes in my blood and I can’t catch my breath.
“I don’t know what they want,” Meg says. “I don’t know. I had to get to you and I heard Liam was back in his house. I thought you could be there and you might know and --”
My gaze rockets to her. “You set Liam’s house on fire to get to me?”
“I read up about how to cause electrical fires that would be slow, and--”
“So you did it.”
“I had no option. I had to get you out if you were inside. You have to see that. You have to want to save Chad the way I do. Please understand. Please. I’m sorry.” Her bottom lips quivers and huge, trembling tears drip from her eyes. “I’m alone, too. He’s all I have. I have to save him.”
I start to shake all over and it’s like her tears are my tears, and they streak my cheeks. “He’s alive?”
“I hope so. I think so. He has to be.”
“He’s alive,” I repeat and suddenly we are hugging each other, both sobbing uncontrollably.
“Yes. He’s alive. I hope he’s alive. We have to keep him that way.”
“We will,” I vow. “We will.” And memories of Chad flood my mind and I find myself rejoicing in his life, and mourning my parents all over again.
How long we hold each other, two aching hearts, trying to survive, I do not know. But the vow to keep Chad alive is what burns inside me with as much heat as the fire that once almost stole him away. “We have to call Liam,” I say, pushing back from Meg and swiping at my eyes. “He can help. He will help and he has the resources to find Chad.”
“No. That’s why I had to get you out of there the way I did. I know you trust him, but Chad didn’t, Amy. He was freaking out about Liam. He’s got to be a part of this.”
“No. That makes no sense. He’s protected me.”
“Why? To gain your trust? To get answers? Think about it, Amy. How did you end up in first class going to Denver? And why was a billionaire on a commercial flight?”
I laugh, not flustered at all. “You don’t know Liam Stone.” I think of the one car in his garage. “He came from nothing and he skimps in areas other people wouldn’t.” And while I haven’t figured out fully why that is, it is, and that’s my answer.
“How did you get into first class?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Liam paid to get me there.”
“Exactly. Don’t you get it? Chad said he was trouble and we had to get him away from you.” She grabs my arms and her voice quakes as she insists, “Liam Stone is the enemy.”
Chapter Fifteen
Meg’s words hang in the air and she stares at me expectantly. I’m not sure what she expects me to say or do but I have a fleeting memory of the moment Liam had ripped the center of my dress with the dagger and I can almost feel the gentleness of his touch and kiss when we’d finally landed on the mattress. To me, Liam Stone is a man of infinite possibilities, but all of them still equate to one simple fact. He’s the man I love.
“We have to do this on our own,” Meg insists when I apparently don’t speak up soon enough.“We can’t trust anyone.”
“We don’t even know what they want…unless there’s something you haven’t told me.”
“You’re his sister. You have to know. Why else would he hide you like he did?”
Why? Is she serious? “I’m his sister who was barely eighteen when she listened to her family being burned alive. I was ushered into hiding with no explanations.”
She shakes her head, rejecting...what? My claim? The events? “You have to know what they want,” she insists.
“I don’t. Who was the man who met me outside the hospital? Surely he knows.”
“What man?”
Right. She met Chad years later. “Did you meet any of Chad’s friends?”
“He had no friends. I think that’s why we needed each other. He was alone. I was alone.”
My heart twists with how much her words remind me of me and Liam. “Looks like we’re starting from scratch, and that isn’t a good thing. I’ve spent six years trying to put together a puzzle without pieces. Now we have five days.”
“Four days. Now we have four. What are we going to do? We have to figure it out.” Her voice rises and she’s starting to sound hysterical. “They think I know what they want. I don’t know. I thought you’d know. What do we do, Amy?”
Call Liam, I think, but she’s so off the deep end I don’t dare press to involve him. I grab her arms this time, leveling her in a stare. “We’ll be okay.” I nearly cringe at the words I’ve forbidden Liam from saying to me. “We’ll figure it out.”
She inhales and lets it out on a choppy nod. The attendant passes and I release her to grab him, eager for a blanket. “Fifteen dollars for a blanket and pillow,” the uniformed man informs me.
I feel myself pale and some of the bravado of seconds before fades. I have no money, no phone, no resources.
“I got it,” Meg offers quickly and pays the man for a pillow and blanket for each of us.
Unwrapping mine, I snuggle beneath it, and remind myself that one phone call to Liam, and my situation changes. I’m choosing to give away control, and that is control, as he would say. My confidence returns.“What’s the plan once we get to your car?”
“We don’t have one.”
Wonderful. Terrific. “Do you have money? Can we get a cheap motel?”
“Yes. I have enough.”
“Albany isn’t a huge place and it’s a logical location to get off the train from what I could tell from looking at the destinations in the train station. Believe me when I say I’ve learned the hard way that logical choices are dangerous. We should pick a large metropolitan city outside of New York and then stop to rest.”
“Yes. Okay.”
Now she has the “okay” disease. It’s almost as bad as the “do nothing” disease I’ve lived for six years. I sink back into the seat.
“So what’s the closest big city?”
“Philadelphia, maybe.” She frowns. “It’s kind of backtracking so that might be smart. But really why hide out? They’ve found us already and they have Chad.”
“What happens when they decide they don’t need us but we know too much?” I ask.
“Right. Big city it is.” She takes out her phone and checks the internet. “Philly is less than four hours.”
“Philly it is then,” I agree.
I settle my pillow under my head. “We should try to sleep. It’s still a long drive on no rest.”
She hugs me. “I’m so glad you’re here.” Inching backwards, she tilts her head and drags her hand down my long, blonde hair. “You’re beautiful like he was.”
Discomfort ticks down my spine and I manage an awkward, “Thank you, we should rest.”
She nods and shrinks down in her seat.
I roll to my side, giving her my back and I cannot shake her choice of words. As beautiful as he was.
It’s several hours later when we exit the train station and reach Meg’s expensive grass-green Volvo. “Chad bought it for me,” she says, reading the question in my eyes.
“Nice choice,” I murmur, but as I settle into the plush leather seat, thankful for the seat warmers, the car bothers me. I was barely surviving most of the time and Chad paid cash for her Volvo, and he had to pay to park in Manhattan. It doesn’t feel right, but then Chad couldn’t just hand me extra money. It would have brought attention to him and me.