The Longest Time Without You (Gold Streaks Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sylvie Nathan
in any direction at the edge of town. We just don't know.”
Sue's heart is pounding. She can hardly think past the flooding relief. She feels lightheaded, the sudden release of tension crippling.
“Thank...thank you for calling.” Sue manages. Her voice is light as well; lower in tone and soaring with relief.
“Of course. We will keep you updated of our progress, Ms Montmorency.”
They greet and hang up. Sue feels weak, lightheaded. She feels her knees give way.
Elspeth wheels a chair over, concerned.
“Ms Montmorency?”
Sue collapses into the chair gratefully. Her head is whirling; the spots and swirls in front of her eyes blinding her as the blood-flow returns to her head. Inside, her heart is soaring, beating steadily with renewed intent.
“Ms Montmorency? Are you alright?” Elspeth's voice, concerned, comes from a long distance away.
“Yes.” Sue replies, firmly, through the whirling lightness and fog before her eyes. “Yes, Elspeth. I'm fine.”
Now she knows where Lisa is. She will find her. This afternoon. Soon. Whatever the police say. She believes the man that the car was heading to the ridges, as it seems a logical place to go if you were planning to keep someone hidden. She will find Lisa. Whatever anyone says.
The meeting.
“Elspeth? Is there room to reschedule a session of the meeting to tomorrow? Something's come up.”
“Yes, Ms Montmorency.”
“I'll go in and round off, then.” Sue replies. She stands, almost effortlessly. Her legs tremble a little with relief, but she is resolute.
At the door of the meeting room, she pauses and takes stock. Of all the seven men there, they should be free to continue tomorrow. She looks around the table. Will Laverock...he'll be there. Steve Wiseman...also. Zamoxolo Mketa...he'll be there. But...where is Cedric Brinkman? From Brinkman Car assembly? In all the excitement, she hadn't noticed his absence.
Oh, well; she thinks. He'll be there tomorrow. So much the better, that we discuss again then, so he can catch up as well.
“Right, gentlemen.” Sue clears her throat, her voice brisk. Authoritative and utterly, totally alive.
“We will need to continue this meeting tomorrow. I trust that will be satisfactory for all?”
Because something has come up. Because she knows where Lisa is. Because, soon, she can do something to change things. To find her and bring her back.
Chapter 6
The floor of the warehouse is pale cement; dusted lightly with straw and lit to pale gold in the patches of light from the high windows.
Lisa looks down at it; thinking absently about the patterns of light and shade, of straw and cement and dust; concretely about the case and the people involved, fitting the pieces together into some sort of coherent picture.
She is resting on a ledge about a third of the way up the wall. Climbing the wall in this place has proved easier, and has given her something to do, if nothing else.
Lisa watches absently the floor across the room from her post on the front wall above the door; the dust rising in the shafts of light from the windows before her gaze. Her mind considering all the possibilities. The ledge is a useful place to rest, and the climb made her feel revitalised, she notes.
“...and we're on watch tonight?”
“Yeah.”
There are some strange places, near high walls and grouped buildings, where the sound is focused; so that spoken words from somewhere rather far are all reflected to those places, amplified. Sitting at a place like that, it is as if you heard words from right next door to the speaker, even though they are far away. Just where Lisa sits, two-thirds of the way to the windows, is such a place; it seems. The words spoken a few feet outside the door seem to collect here, so it is as if Lisa stood beside the guards. She tenses, listening to their talking.
“But...they'll be here at eight-thirty?”
“Yeah. There in the old works-hall at the
Sue's heart is pounding. She can hardly think past the flooding relief. She feels lightheaded, the sudden release of tension crippling.
“Thank...thank you for calling.” Sue manages. Her voice is light as well; lower in tone and soaring with relief.
“Of course. We will keep you updated of our progress, Ms Montmorency.”
They greet and hang up. Sue feels weak, lightheaded. She feels her knees give way.
Elspeth wheels a chair over, concerned.
“Ms Montmorency?”
Sue collapses into the chair gratefully. Her head is whirling; the spots and swirls in front of her eyes blinding her as the blood-flow returns to her head. Inside, her heart is soaring, beating steadily with renewed intent.
“Ms Montmorency? Are you alright?” Elspeth's voice, concerned, comes from a long distance away.
“Yes.” Sue replies, firmly, through the whirling lightness and fog before her eyes. “Yes, Elspeth. I'm fine.”
Now she knows where Lisa is. She will find her. This afternoon. Soon. Whatever the police say. She believes the man that the car was heading to the ridges, as it seems a logical place to go if you were planning to keep someone hidden. She will find Lisa. Whatever anyone says.
The meeting.
“Elspeth? Is there room to reschedule a session of the meeting to tomorrow? Something's come up.”
“Yes, Ms Montmorency.”
“I'll go in and round off, then.” Sue replies. She stands, almost effortlessly. Her legs tremble a little with relief, but she is resolute.
At the door of the meeting room, she pauses and takes stock. Of all the seven men there, they should be free to continue tomorrow. She looks around the table. Will Laverock...he'll be there. Steve Wiseman...also. Zamoxolo Mketa...he'll be there. But...where is Cedric Brinkman? From Brinkman Car assembly? In all the excitement, she hadn't noticed his absence.
Oh, well; she thinks. He'll be there tomorrow. So much the better, that we discuss again then, so he can catch up as well.
“Right, gentlemen.” Sue clears her throat, her voice brisk. Authoritative and utterly, totally alive.
“We will need to continue this meeting tomorrow. I trust that will be satisfactory for all?”
Because something has come up. Because she knows where Lisa is. Because, soon, she can do something to change things. To find her and bring her back.
Chapter 6
The floor of the warehouse is pale cement; dusted lightly with straw and lit to pale gold in the patches of light from the high windows.
Lisa looks down at it; thinking absently about the patterns of light and shade, of straw and cement and dust; concretely about the case and the people involved, fitting the pieces together into some sort of coherent picture.
She is resting on a ledge about a third of the way up the wall. Climbing the wall in this place has proved easier, and has given her something to do, if nothing else.
Lisa watches absently the floor across the room from her post on the front wall above the door; the dust rising in the shafts of light from the windows before her gaze. Her mind considering all the possibilities. The ledge is a useful place to rest, and the climb made her feel revitalised, she notes.
“...and we're on watch tonight?”
“Yeah.”
There are some strange places, near high walls and grouped buildings, where the sound is focused; so that spoken words from somewhere rather far are all reflected to those places, amplified. Sitting at a place like that, it is as if you heard words from right next door to the speaker, even though they are far away. Just where Lisa sits, two-thirds of the way to the windows, is such a place; it seems. The words spoken a few feet outside the door seem to collect here, so it is as if Lisa stood beside the guards. She tenses, listening to their talking.
“But...they'll be here at eight-thirty?”
“Yeah. There in the old works-hall at the
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