"You're a real piece of work, you know that, Louey? There, that should give you something else to think about. I can't wait to see the back of you. And Molly's right, you know. Mason's just about ready to snap. I have a feeling that when he does, you'll be dead meat."
"You're a bloody judge, a bloody federal judge, and just listen to you. Some officer of the court you are.
I'll get you for assault and battery. I'll get you impeached and disbarred, you bastard. I'll get you."
"Hey, you want to try to get me now? I'd sure welcome that, Louey. Anytime you want to play some more, you just come see me." He shook his head. "It looks right now like you hired a child molester to kidnap your own daughter. You probably didn't know that, but it just shows what a real winner you are.
You're going to do big time for this, Louey, if you're involved, and that, only if you're lucky. Who knows, maybe I'll see you in my courtroom."
"You're in San Francisco, idiot."
"Yeah, but I've got lots of judge friends." Ramsey walked away whistling. He said over his shoulder, "Sleep well, Louey. Tomorrow will be here soon enough."
He went to his bedroom. He didn't bother turning on the lights. He knew his way around now. He walked to the bed, lay down, and stared up at the black ceiling. Was Louey involved? It seemed fantastic to him. But on the other hand, the man didn't seem to have a moral bone in his skinny body.
"You heard everything he said, didn't you?"
He jerked to a sitting position. "Molly? Why are you here, in the dark?"
"Waiting for you. I saw you lift him off the ground and hit him in the jaw."
"Between the two of us pounding him, just maybe he might dredge up a bit of humanity, although I doubt he can. Why did you ever think you loved him?"
"I was nineteen years old and stupid."
"And he was the big rock star."
"Yes, and I was super-impressed. A friend of mine who knew him introduced us. You heard him. The only reason he asked me to go out with him was because I was Little Miss Sweet Innocence. I didn't go to bed with him that first night, and that was probably why he asked me out again. I didn't go to bed with him at all until one night I smoked marijuana, drank too much- Oh God, that sounds pathetic. Anyway, I just floated off with him to his bed." She shuddered with the memory of it.
"Just leave it be, Ramsey. At least he gave me Emma. I would have danced with the devil if the result was Emma."
"Of course you would have," he said, and rose from the bed. He could see her now, standing by the open window. There was a quarter moon, sending just a sliver of white light into the bedroom.
She turned to face him. "You did hear everything he said, didn't you?"
"Yes. It felt good to hit him, Molly. He's a miserable human being."
"Do you really think he had something to do with Emma's kidnapping?"
"Maybe. If he did, you hit it right on the head. He wanted his money back. But you know, I keep coming back to the same questions. Why all the professionals? Who was tracking us? Remember, the ransom note arrived after we'd gotten Emma back. I got the distinct impression that if they'd found us, we'd all be dead. Why? That wouldn't give them any ransom."
"I know."
They heard a scream, a high piercing cry that had them out of his bedroom in an instant and down the hall into Emma and Molly's bedroom.
Ramsey stood back while Molly gathered Emma to her and rocked her. "It's all right, baby, really, it's all right. That's right, just breathe deeply now for Mama. You're okay. I'm here. Ramsey's here too."
He sat down on the other side of the bed and rubbed Emma's back, saying nothing.
"Was it that awful man, Em?"
Emma nodded against her mother's shoulder. "I woke up when there was this noise. I looked over. He was at the window. He was staring in at me. He was grinning. He had bad teeth, just like before."
Ramsey went immediately to the window and stared out. He didn't see anything. He unlocked the window and raised it. They were on the second floor. There was a ledge outside, wide enough for a man to stand on. He looked and looked but there was no movement in the bushes or trees, no shifts in the shadows, no sounds. He didn't see a single one of Mason Lord's guards.
He turned to Emma as she said in a small broken voice, "He won't go away. He's always there, waiting for me. I knew he'd come back for me, and he did. He followed us all the way from California. He's here now."
Molly looked up at him. He shook his head.
"You sure you saw him at the window, Em?"
"Yes. He was grinning at me. I was so scared."
Molly pulled her tightly against her again. "I know, sweetheart. But you're all right. Both Ramsey and I are here with you."
Ramsey said, "He won't come back again, Emma. And he won't be there for much longer, I promise.
Now, I'm going downstairs and we're going to look for this character."
He was at the door when Emma called out his name. He turned to her. "Yes, Emma?"
"Thank you for believing me."
He just smiled. "If he's still out there, we'll get him."
She didn't look as if she believed him. Actually, he didn't either since he believed she had indeed dreamed him up out of a nightmare, but he and the guards would all look anyway. He couldn't imagine that anyone could sneak onto the estate without one of the guards seeing him. But it couldn't hurt to look around, to talk to the guards, to make sure they were on their toes.
Emma was sucking her fingers, hiccuping. Molly said, "I'm going to come to bed now, Emma, we can play spoons. We can snuggle real close."
"Can Ramsey come, too?"
He didn't even hesitate. "Sure, Emma. Tell you what, you get settled with your mom and I'll be in soon.
I'll hug you both until you fall asleep. I'm going to go look for that guy"
She sucked harder on her fingers, then pulled them out of her mouth and whispered, "Please be careful, Ramsey. He's a bad man. He even smokes."
"I'll be back soon, Emma. I'll be careful as a judge." The sucking slowed. She sniffed and swallowed.
"That was kind of funny, Ramsey."
MlLES knocked lightly on the bedroom door, then quietly opened it. Emma was lying pressed against Molly. Ramsey was sleeping in a chair next to the bed, an afghan pulled up to his chin.
It was late, after eight o'clock in the morning. He paused, not knowing what to do.
"Is that you, Miles?"
"Yes, Ramsey. Should I come back?"
"No, it's time for us all to get up." He sat up in the chair and stretched. "I'm a damned pretzel," he said, and rubbed his neck. He started to get up, then Emma's hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed his hand. Molly awoke. She tried to sit up and not disturb Emma at the same time.
"I'm awake, Mama. I've got Ramsey."
"I see that you do. Miles?"
"Yes, Molly." He suddenly broke off and turned. "Oh, good morning, sir. As you can see, Ramsey and Molly were protecting Emma."
"This is ridiculous," Mason Lord said. "What the hell are you doing in here, Ramsey?"
Ramsey said quietly, Emma's hand still held in his, "If the two of you will please leave, Molly and I will get ourselves together. In case you're wondering why I'm in here, Emma had a nightmare. I stay close. It makes her feel safe again. Let me go now, Em. That's right." He leaned down and kissed her, then lightly patted her cheek.
Mason Lord turned away. They heard him say, his voice hard and cold and very smooth, "Good morning, Louey. I trust you have a whole lot to say to me this morning."
"So she's sleeping with him, huh?"
"You have a very plebeian mind, Louey. I suggest you go downstairs, have some bacon and toast, then prepare to tell me all about the recent happenings in your miserable life."
"I tell you, I didn't kidnap Emma. She's my daughter, too. Why do you call her Molly's daughter? Listen, you've got to believe me, I-"