Double Jeopardy chapter 9 (standard:mystery, 7687 words) [9/13] show all parts
Author: Sarah Spenser	Added: Aug 22 2005	Views/Reads: 2526/1866	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
See if Connor finds Allison and the reprocussions!

9. Great Escape 

Connor was frantic during the drive over to WFTR, when he arrived, Doug
and Roz were frantically searching along with the rest of the crew. 
Connor spotted Doug going into Allison's office. “have you searched 
there yet?” Connor asked breathlessly rushing up to him. “Yeah, I 
searched, but I didn't find this!” he said pointing to Allison's purse 
and cell phone. The tiny room had been ransacked, drawers were dumped, 
and Allie's desk was a mess. Connor surveyed the damage, taking stock 
of it. This was ominous, whoever ransacked Allie's office, was clearly 
searching for something. “There's been some sort of a struggle.” Connor 
blurted. “She'd never leave her purse and cell behind.” “What's your 
theory? I didn't hear any strange noises when I last saw Allison.” “I 
think she's kidnapped!” Connor said as fear gripped his heart. “She 
wouldn't just walk away, Doug! I know it! Allison? Are you here, 
sweetheart?” Connor searched the entire building, but turned up 
nothing. He called the forensics team and asked them to dust for finger 
prints. “What's this called anyway?” Tom Bradley head of the forensics 
team inquired. “I mean, it's not a missing persons case yet.”” It's a 
kidnapping, Tommy!” Connor snapped bitterly. “Allison's missing and 
there's nothing I can do!” he thought of the ominous warnings Allie had 
been receiving, could the caller have carried out their diabolical 
plan? 

Allison awoke to a dark damp room. She opened her eyes and looked
around. Where was she? What was this place? She tried to loosen the 
ropes, but it was no use, and with the gag tightly in place, she 
couldn't scream. She could hear people searching for her, but she 
couldn't answer. “Allison? Where are you, honey?” Connor thought it was 
a dead end, but he decided to look in the storage closet. He had police 
canvassing the area, but this was the only place they hadn't searched. 
“I have a key right here.” Doug said when he noticed Connor eyeing the 
closet. “I doubt she's in there, but we may as well ...” Doug paused, 
he thought he heard something. “Did you hear that?” “Yeah, it sounded 
like a box of some sort.” Connor said, they listened intently and heard 
the noise again. “Allison?” Connor shouted as he keyed into the closet. 
He flung the door open and found her. She was lying on the floor bound 
and gagged. Tears sprang to Connor's eyes as he scooped her up. 
“Allison! Oh my God! Are you hurt?” he carried her into Doug's office 
and laid her on the couch. Then ever so gently, he removed the ropes 
and the gag. Allison took in the precious oxygen as Connor threw a 
barrage of questions at her. “Allie! I'm so glad you're all right! 
You're not hurt are you? When did this happen? Is the baby all right? 
Did you see the guy?” Allison breathed more deeply and looked at her 
husband. “It happened about half an hour ago, I was getting ready to do 
the news, and Trent grabbed me from behind. He told me that I needed to 
go nice and quietly, and that I shouldn't scream. He bound and gagged 
me and stuffed me in the storage closet. Then he ransacked my office.” 
“Are you hurt?” Connor asked concerned. He knelt beside her and took 
her hand. “No, the baby and I are fine. I'm just shaken up that's all. 
I guess I was out for a while, I think the gag did that.” “You lost 
consciousness? Are you sure you're okay?” Connor inquired again looking 
at her worriedly. “I'm fine, my love. I'm just happy to be out of that 
closet! But I'm telling you it was Trent!” “Allie, I think the stress 
has gotten to you, sweetness. I think we need to go home, and you need 
to have a nice relaxing evening. Trent's one of our best, he wouldn't 
...” “I'm telling you it was Trent! I swear it! He put his arms around 
me and grabbed me from behind and ...” he kissed her lightly, she 
returned his affection and they soon discovered they couldn't stop. 
Doug walked in and loudly cleared his throat. “Sorry, Doug.” Allison 
said apologetically. 

Are you all right?” “Yes, I'm fine.” “Are you sure? We're all worried
about you.” “I'm fine, and so is the baby.” “Forensics is dusting for 
prints in your office. It's pretty bad in there. You can use mine until 
we fix it up.” “Thanks, Doug.” “You get some rest, Allison. You had a 
tough day.” She nodded and watched as he exited the room. 

During the drive home, Allison told her harrowing tale to Connor. He
still refused to believe it was Trent. She was infuriated and glared at 
him. He knew she was angry with him, he could see it in her eyes. But 
he truly believed that Trent was an excellent policeman. They pulled 
into the driveway as Allison continued her story. “I'm telling you it 
was Trent! Who are you going to believe Trent or me? I wouldn't lie to 
you, my love! We had this same problem about Chad.” “What the hell are 


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