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On the Prowl chapter 6 (standard:mystery, 9755 words) | |||
Author: Sarah Spenser | Added: Jun 22 2006 | Views/Reads: 3303/2319 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This chapter takes place after Francie phones Allie! Read and find out what happens in this riviting plot twisting chapter. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story to go on." "I know, honey. That's all she told me. Then there was a struggle. Eagle grabbed her and then the line went dead. She said the front yard was small and it had pine trees." "That could be anywhere." "Aren't you going to be a little more encouraging than that? Connor, we're talking about Francie's life here! Can't you narrow down all the houses that have pine trees in the front yards and search for her?" "Allie that's ridiculous! On what grounds?" "I don't know! What the hell do I know! You're the cop! Do something!" "You think this is my fault don't you?" he asked angrily. "I don't think anything is your fault, Connor! But you're not even making an effort!" "The man's a psychopath, Allison! He doesn't want any cops! What can I tell you?" "So you're going to go along with him?" "What other choice do I have?" "You're right," she said beginning to sob. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not thinking straight. Francie's life is at stake here." Connor put his arm around her and gently stroked her hair. "It's going to be all right, Allie. I love you, and we'll get through this together. If you could only get a number." "Wait! Does this place trace calls? Can they see who the last call was to this room?" "I don't know. I'll check." Just as Connor got up to call the station, the phone rang. "Answer it, maybe it's her." Connor said giving Allie a reassuring smile. "Hello?" "Allison, it's 4 AM, do you know where your daughter is?" Eagle was using the same voice distorting equipment that he had on previous occasions. "Where is she? What did you do with her? Is she all right?" "I'm not telling you!" "Listen you bast ..." "Temper, Allison, just keep your cool. I have a riddle for you." "A riddle?" "Listen up, here it is. Francie gives pine trees as a clue, of that you should take heed, think of the number two, and hurry with your speed, on to the road you will go, searching far and wide, the fate of your daughter you will not know, for that is locked inside." Then the connection was broken. "Damn!" "What is it, Allie?" "Another clue!" Allison relayed the clue to Connor who wrote it down. "Are you sure it was him?" "Why are you second guessing me, Connor?" "I don't know, sweetness. Maybe because I'm just tired of his games." "We all are." "I'm going to take this down to the station, I'll call if there's any news." "Wait, can't I come with you?" "No, Allie, you need to rest. They gave you a mild sedative. I'll call if there's any news. I'll be back later." She watched him leave as an empty feeling filled her heart. Was Francie still alive? Devon could tell something was off at breakfast. Allison was unusually quiet. He surveyed her vacant tired expression from over his coffee cup. "What's wrong, sugar plumb?" he said gruffly handing the syrup for her pancakes. "Eagle called last night. He second-guessed me! He stood there and just second-guess me! Francie called too and he was like well was that really her? Like I don't know my child's voice!" she choked back a sob. "Who are you talking about? Connor?" "Yeah. I love him, Devon I really do. But he's so unsure of me." "You only got locked in here because you went a little crazy in your mind. Anyone who's been through what you have is bound to lose it sometime. Hey, at least you didn't set fire to anything." He said with a laugh. "Listen, Allie, I don't think Connor appreciates you." "Don't call me Allie." "Why not?" "That's Connor's pet name for me." "I appreciate you. I ... I love you." He said softly drawing her close. He drew her into a passionate kiss and gently caressed her luxurious shoulder-length dark brown hair. "Devon, I'm married." "So, he doesn't have to know! It's none of his business." "I'm not doing this." Allison got up and quickly left the cafeteria. Devon searched for her most of the morning and finally found her sitting on a bench overlooking the garden. "I've been looking all over for you." "You have? Why?" "I wanted to say I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry about what went down this morning." "I'm married, Devon." "I know, I can change that though." "Devon I ..." "Relax, dumpling, I'm just kidding. Listen, what's say you and me blow this joint?" "What do you mean?" "I mean you and me are going to make a break for it." "Devon I don't think ..." "Shh, leave all the details to me, Allison. By tomorrow night, you and I will be home free!" "Okay, what should I do?" "You know when they make the evening rounds? They give you the sedative?" "Yeah." "Don't swallow it. Don't take anything, just pretend to be asleep. I'll come get you at around 1 AM. Then we will sneak quietly passed the rooms, and into the storage closet." "The storage closet?" her eyes narrowed as she thought of it. "There's an air vent that goes straight to the roof. We will climb out, I'll help you down and then I'll walk you home." "Devon ..." "Are you in this with me, Allison?" "I don't know ... uh ..." visions of Francie filled her mind, she knew that Devon was her only ticket to freedom and for that she was grateful. What neither of them knew was that psychiatrist Scott Locrin was watching. He had heard their entire conversation and intended to do something about it. Scott was a man in his late fifties with thinning brown hair, a mustache and haunting green eyes. He was a self-made man and had worked long and hard to obtain his degree and pay off student lones. But there was something else about Scott that made him even more special. He had cerebral palsy due to his early delivery, but no one who knew him ever thought of him as disabled. His determination made accomplishing any task possible. He slowly began to wheel away from Allison and Devon and head back to his office. He made a mental note to speak to Allison before the end of the day. Scott's mind was like a steel trap, he was an avid reader who retained everything. He was also blessed with a phenomenal memory. Nothing got passed him, Scott was known as one of the most dedicated psychiatrists on the ward and had an ongoing rivalry with Harrigan Grayner. Connor worked on the riddle for hours neglecting his other cases, but he couldn't make sense of it either. He knew that Allison was working on it too. His thoughts turned to her again as he brought her picture to his mind. He wondered if committing her was the right thing to do. Ruth and Grayner both thought it was the right thing, although if truth be told, Grayner had convinced Connor. Last night, Allie seemed lucid, groggy but very lucid. He was surprised how coherent she was after being given so many sedatives. She was a strong willed person and that was one of the things that Connor loved about her. If she loved you, she loved you unconditionally and didn't ask you to change, or expect anything from you but your love. Connor stopped for lunch and headed over to the psych ward. When he arrived, Devon was sitting outside on a bench overlooking the courtyard. "Hey man, how's it going?" Devon asked innocently knowing damn well it was Connor. "Fine, how about you?" "All right for being in this joint, my friend. What are you here for?" "Oh, I'm just visiting my wife, Allison." "Allison Cassidy?" Devon asked incredulously. "Yes, that's her she's ... beautiful, gentle, determined ..." Connor's voice trailed off as images of Allie filled his mind. "So you're Connor?" "That's right." Connor said eyeing Devon suspiciously. As a detective, he always went on his hunches and used his instincts. All his antennae were up signaling that something was wrong. He didn't know why he didn't like Devon, he just didn't. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something unsavory about this man. "I'm Devon Drucker." "Nice to meet you. I have to see Allison." "You should pay more attention to her, Detective." "What do you know about it?" "Only what she told me. Oh, and we did share a steamy kiss this morning." "What steamy kiss?" Connor was about to lace into Devon but stopped himself. He knew Allie better than this man did, and she wouldn't do anything like that. "Never mind, Allie wouldn't do anything like that." Connor turned and walked away. Scott was coming out of Allison's room just as Connor arrived. "I'm glad you came by. I wasn't expecting you until later." Allison said with a smile. "I'm glad to see you, Allie." "Me too. Did you figure out the riddle?" her smile was so beautiful, her features so captivating, he found himself falling in love with her all over again. "No not yet. Did you?" "No, I would've called you. Nothing new on the search?" "No, sweetness." "Connor, I have something to tell you. Come sit over here." He knew her tone of voice meant something was up and took the chair closest to her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and gazed into his eyes. "I've been hanging with a man named Devon Drucker. He's in here for arson. It's a completely harmless friendship. We have breakfast every morning. He's one of the few around here who understands me, Connor. Well, this morning, he pulled me into a long passionate kiss. I didn't kiss him back, I swear. But I wanted you to know." "What the hell are you thinking? Do you have any brain cells? This guy's an arsonist and you're following him like he's your pal? Are you nuts, Allie?" "Calm down!" "Calm down? Have you lost it completely?" "I'm in here because you committed me! It says it right here in your letter!" "Because you had no idea what year it was. It didn't give me pleasure. I haven't been the same since you left. I miss you, Allison. I lay awake at night and wish that you were in my arms. I wish that I was holding you, touching you, feeling your hair against my shoulder. Falling asleep with you in my arms. Don't you think .." Allison kissed him long and hard to silence him. He returned her kiss with a passionate one of his own and they began to caress each other. Allison's hands reached up to Connor's shirt. After massaging his shoulders, she delicately unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the places it revealed. Connor was seized by passion and started unbuttoning Allie's blouse kissing the places the buttons revealed as he flung it and her bra to the floor. Connor repeated the process all over Allie's body until her clothes were off. Once his clothes were off, Connor swept Allie into his arms and gently placed her in bed. He climbed in beside her and stared into her beautiful blue eyes. She and her beauty once again captivated him. Connor murmured his love for her as he delicately made love to her. She told him she loved him between passionate kisses. She enjoyed the closeness they had lost, and loved being near him again. He smelled of fancy cologne and after-shave. Allie's scent was intoxicating, the same vanilla scented perfume and her hair smelled of lilac shampoo. He thought she was the most incredible woman he had ever seen, and Connor felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her. He was falling in love with her all over again. He slowly got out of bed and began to dress. Allison opened her eyes sleepily and looked at him. "Where are you going?" Connor kissed her firmly on the mouth. "I'm sorry, Allie, but I have to get back to the station." "What time is it?" "Time for me to get going." He said with a laugh. Allie glanced at the clock, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. Connor kissed her again and quickly left her room. Allie watched him go, delighted at the thought that she would soon be free. "One more night, my love, and I'll feel you next to me, fall asleep in your arms, and be yours again. One more night, and I'll be free." It was 11 PM when she arrived at his room. Devon was lying on his bed watching TV. He was surprised when there was a knock at his door. "Come in," he called thinking it was a nurse. "damn nurses, what the hell do they want now?" he muttered under his breath. The door opened and Allison entered. "Hi, I came as soon as I could get away." "How'd you fool them?" he asked smiling flirtatiously at her. "I stuck some pillows under the sheets. But it won't be long before they catch on. So I really have to get back." She said sitting in the chair by his bed. "All right, here's the final plan. We'll sneak out tomorrow night around 1. I'll come get you. Now remember, Allison, don't swallow anything. I can't have you groggy on the roof." "I won't, I promise." "Okay, don't say anything about this to anyone." "Devon, your plan's safe with me." "Okay, see you tomorrow morning over coffee." Allison got up and quietly slipped back in to her room. She climbed into bed and thought of Connor as she drifted off to sleep. Connor couldn't sleep that night, he kept staring at the clock. He patted the spot Allie usually occupied next to him and frowned. He missed her, the nights were the hardest. He missed waking up next to her, kissing her and holding her in his arms. His mind wandered once again to committing her. Was committing her really the right thing to do? He had wrestled with this question but hadn't come up with any answers. He looked at the riddle again. But he still couldn't make sense of it. He made a mental note to call Dr. Grayner tomorrow morning. He would try to get Allie released to him. It was apparent after they made love yesterday that she didn't belong there. She was totally aware of what year it was, other than thinking Grayner had Francie she was normal. Connor vowed to get her back as he closed his eyes and slipped into sleep. Allison was up early the next morning. She glanced at the riddle again and tried to figure it out. She was still in the same place, the yard and the pine trees still got to her, and Francie's fate being locked inside made her shiver. Was 2 significant? Did the 2 mean 2 pine trees? Or was that the number of the house? What did he mean by hurry with your speed? She became more frustrated and threw the riddle across the room. Allison climbed out of bed and retrieved it staring at it again. Her determination to get out of Fallwood's psych ward grew as her heart ached for Francie. "I'm coming, sweetheart. Mommy's coming, just hang on a little longer." Allison whispered fingering the riddle. The anticipation grew as evening dawned. Allison hid the excitement she felt and tried to be as patient as possible as Melanie entered her room. Melanie gave Allison her sedative as usual. She took it from Melanie's hand and popped it into her mouth. "Oh, I forgot to get you some water to take that with." Melanie said apologetically. "That's all right, Melanie. I can do that." Allison walked into the bathroom and quickly spit out the sedative. She filled a cup with water and quickly drank some. When she emerged, she felt tired and walked unsteadily to the bed. "These take effect fast. You should fall asleep soon." "I'm sure I will. You have a good night, Melanie." "You too, Allison." She watched as Melanie left the room, relishing that it was her last night here. In a few hours, she would be home free. Devon crept slowly along the corridor. Most of the nurses were dozing at the nurses' station. Nights were usually quiet with very little to do. He reached Allison's room in record time. It had only taken him about 3 minutes to traverse across the wing to where Allison was. He opened the door and stepped inside. He closed the door quietly behind him and glanced at Allison. She was asleep, he cursed under his breath as he made his way over to the bed and shook her. "Allison, wake up! Break out time!" she opened her eyes and stared at him. "Already?" "Yeah, sweet cheeks, right now. Come on. You didn't take anything did you?" "No, Devon. I was just tired." "Well, you'll have plenty of time to rest once we get out of here. Come on!" Allison got out of bed and followed Devon down the long hall to the storage closet. Ever so gently, he lifted the grating off the air vent and climbed through. He was standing on a thin ledge that allowed access to the roof. He helped Allison climb up and hoisted her on to the roof. "Allison, whatever you do, don't look down." "I'll try not to!" she said feeling shaky. Devon took her in his arms and slowly began to scale the roof. He used every ounce of strength he had to keep from dropping her. When they reached the second story he placed her hands on the building. "Come on, you can do this." "Why ..." "Shh, I'm losing my grip on you, Allison. Come on, babe. You can do this." Allison grabbed on to the building for dear life and slowly descended to the ground. Once on solid ground again, she and Devon took off for the woods. By the time they reached her house, they were both exhausted. Devon was out of breath and stopped to rest. "Are you all right?" Allison asked with concern. "Sure, I'm fine. I'm just glad to be out of that hellhole! I haven't broken out in a while, I'm out of practice." "Thanks, Devon. I'll never forget this." "I won't either. You're one special lady, Allison. Good luck with finding Francie." "Thanks." "Are you sure you're going to be all right from here?" "I'm fine, Devon. Thanks." He watched as she searched for the key hidden in the flowerbed. Once she found it, she turned it in the lock. The door opened easily and she slipped inside. Devon left then, glad to be out of the psych ward once and for all. Allison was glad to be home again. She looked around finding the house unchanged. Scarlet's cage was still in the same place and she whispered hello as she slowly ascended the stairs. Connor was asleep, she changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed beside him. Feeling her in his arms, Connor instinctively drew her close. Allison rested her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. She was at peace and soon fell into a restful sleep. Lynn woke earlier than usual. She perked some coffee and sat down to watch the morning news. She planned to go visit Allison at lunchtime. She felt bad for her, Lynn still had no idea how Allison had lost it so completely, but she wanted to be there to support her. It was rare that Lyn wasn't working the morning shift, but her boss had given her a few days off after she had worked for three weeks in a row. The stress was starting to get to her, and he was afraid that Lynn would crack. As Lynn turned on the TV, her jaw dropped. "Here is Karla Kantar with the top stories at this hour." The camera panned to Karla a pretty blond woman in her late thirties. Her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked into the camera. "Our top story involves a local reporter. Instead of covering the news, she is the news. Last night Allison Shure Cassidy and Devon Drucker escaped from Fallwood General's Psychiatric Unit. Mr. Drucker is considered armed and dangerous, there is a $100,000 reward for any information that leads to the capture of these two fugitives." Lynn tuned out the rest of the story. She was in shock and couldn't believe her ears. She picked up the phone and dialed. Connor woke to the sound of his alarm clock. Without opening his eyes, he sleepily reached to turn it off. As he started to move, he felt a pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes and glanced around. He was shocked when he saw her there. But there she was, Allison was asleep in his arms. Connor moved quietly and turned off the alarm. He was glad in a way that she was by his side once again, but he knew that her escape from the psych ward wasn't good. Connor got out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen. As he was putting on the coffee pot, the phone rang. He grabbed it quickly so it wouldn't wake Allie. He didn't know how she had gotten there, but he was going to find out. "Hello?" "Connor, have you seen the morning news? Allison escaped! Where is she? We have to search for her." "Lynn," "Connor, we have to search for her! What if Devon has her and ..." "Lynn, calm down. Allie's with me." "With you? Is she all right? How'd she break out?" "She's fine, she's sleeping right now. I woke up this morning and found her asleep in my arms. How she got in is a mystery to me." "Did you hear anything strange last night?" "No, not a thing." "Well, Connor there's a $100,000 reward for any information that leads to her capture!" "Lynn, calm down. I'll handle it. When Allie wakes up, we'll talk about this." "She has to go back, Connor." "I know. I know. Calm down. I'll have her call you all right?" "Okay, thanks. I'll be at the station. Maybe you should call first. Just to make it look like I don't know where she is either. I don't want anyone to know that I've been talking to her. Then they might arrest her." "Okay, I'll call you." Connor hung up and took his cup of coffee into the bedroom. Allison seemed peaceful, more peaceful than she had been in a long time. He turned on the TV and lowered the volume. Allison's picture was all over the news and her escape was the lead story on every channel. Connor watched the coverage as he drank his coffee and stared at Allie. He wondered how she had gotten in. Scarlet was usually vigilant about intruders, he must've recognized that it was Allison. Connor set down his coffee cup and planted a gentle kiss on Allison's lips. "Allison?" he whispered shaking her gently. "Hmm?" "Allie?" she opened her eyes sleepily and looked at him. "I love you. I've dreamed of this day." She said smiling. "Connor, I've dreamed of waking up and having you beside me." "Allie ..." "Shh, it's going to be all right. I'll search for Francie with you." "Allie ..." "Shut up and kiss me." She said planting a firm passionate kiss on his lips. He kissed her back and then reluctantly pulled away. "What's wrong? I want to make love to you, Connor. I love you! I broke out for you! I need you!" "Allie, we have to talk." "Can't I even have a cup of coffee before you start yelling at me?" "I'm not going to yell at you." "No, you're going to lecture me." "Allison! ..." "Never mind. This should be a special day! I'm free! I'm free!" Connor went to the kitchen and fixed her a cup of coffee. He came back into the bedroom and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. "Allie, do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? How did you get in here? What possessed you to do something like this?" "I have to find Francie, Connor. I have to, I missed you, when we were searching before I was committed to that hellhole, you're the only thing that kept me going. I love you, my love! I didn't mean any harm. I didn't hurt anyone I swear." "Explain it to me? How'd it happen?" He stroked her luxurious hair and tried not to get side tracked. "Devon offered to help me break out. I took him up on it. We planned the break for last night at around 1. We both faked out the nurses and pretended to take our sedatives. At 1, Devon came for me, we went into the storage closet and climbed on to the roof. There was an air vent in the closet that led to the roof. He helped me scale the building and then he walked me home." "Then what did you do?" "I found the key we keep hidden in the flower bed for emergencies, I used it. I came in and went upstairs. I slipped into my nightgown, climbed into bed beside you and fell asleep." "Where's Devon?" "I don't know." "Don't try to protect him, Allie. Where is he?" "I don't know! He walked me home and then he disappeared." "Okay, I believe you." "Why wouldn't you? I've never lied to you." "I know, I don't mean that. I just mean that this was Devon's plan that he suckered you into." "I wanted to get out of there, Connor! You have no idea what that place is really like!" she held back tears as she spoke. "I'm sorry." He said softly. But you do know you have to go back." "No! I'm not going back there! I just broke out!" "You're going to be a fugitive for the rest of your life, Allison. No one's going to give Francie back to a mother who broke out of the psych ward." "How dare you!" she shouted trying to hold back tears. "I'm telling you the truth. You did the wrong thing. Why didn't you just let Grayner release you?" "You mean the Eagle? He drugged me, Connor! He has her! I know it! That place was a living hell! You have no idea!" "Calm down." "Calm down? You just told me I have to go back to hell on Earth and you want me to calm down? I don't think so." "Allison, just for a little while. Have Grayner release you to me." "I'm not a child you know? I don't need anyone to take care of me!" "Be realistic, they're not going to release you under your own recognizance. Your only shot is me. You know me, Allie. I would never hurt you. Then we can search for Francie together." "Okay, but promise you won't leave me there. You'll stay right with me." "I promise." She kissed him passionately. They realized they couldn't stop and Connor began to take off her nightgown. Just as she was about to make love to him, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Allison asked suspiciously. "Stay here." Connor closed the bedroom door and went downstairs. Scarlet squawked as the doorbell peeled again. Connor opened the door quite perplexed. "Connor, we have a warrant to search your house." Bob said curtly handing Connor the warrant. "For what?" "Don't make this harder than it already is. We need to search for Allison. She escaped from the psych ward last night." "I know, but she's not here." "We just want to have a look around anyway." Bob said signaling the other officers to follow. Connor knew they didn't have much time. Allison stood motionless at the top of the stairs out of sight. She could hear the conversation and knew she didn't have much time. She knew if they found her, it was back to the psych ward. Allison wracked her brain thinking of a good place to hide. The basement would be good, but she couldn't get there. She had an idea, the officers were concentrating their search downstairs. Allison took the towels out of the linen closet and squeezed into the tiny space. Then ever so quietly, she placed the towels back. She crouched down as low as she could. The door was ajar and she could hear the officers' footsteps as they made their way up the stairs. They searched all the rooms and one of them stooped down to inspect the linen closet. Allison took in a breath and held it for as long as she could. She was afraid that he would find her, but he didn't. All he saw was the towels. He quickly moved on to search Allie and Connor's bedroom. Bob was downstairs keeping connor away from any part of the house. He cringed as he thought that one of the officers would emerge with Allison. He was surprised when they left without finding anything. He closed and locked the door behind them wracking his brain as to where Allie could have gone. He walked upstairs and passed the linen closet. Allie knew his walk, and even though she couldn't see him, she knew it was Connor. "Connor!" he turned when he heard her voice and looked in disbelief. "You're in there?" "Can you give me a hand?" Connor lifted the towels away and Allie gratefully stepped out. "Thanks for not giving me up." "I love you, Allie. I want us to go to the psych ward together." "Okay." Allie dressed and was ready within half an hour. The only thing that made her calmer about returning to the psych ward was the fact that Connor had promised that he wouldn't leave her side. Camera bulbs flashed and reporters thrust microphones at her as she entered the psych ward. Apparently an entire news crew was camped out on the lawn. It had been turned into a virtual newsroom with several news teams from numerous networks camped out. Grayner ushered Allison and Connor into his office and closed the door. He tried to keep his tone under control as he spoke. "Why did you do this?" "I ..." "Can you think of a good answer?" "I just want to find my daughter, Dr. Grayner." "You're in here because you go back and forth in time, Allison. I'm only trying to help you and you're fighting me." "I'm sorry. But please, if you could release me to Connor that would be great." "Wait a second, you think after the stunt you pulled this morning I'm going to release you? Not a chance! Where's your partner in crime Devon?" "I don't know!" "Don't play dumb with me! I'm not buying that line." "I honestly don't know!" Allison shouted trying to remain as calm as possible. "You know, and you're not telling. Where is he? Are you denying that you broke out together?" "No, sir." She said softly looking at her hands. "But you are denying his whereabouts?" "I'm not denying anything. Yes, we broke out together, and yes it was preplanned. But I have no idea where he is!" "Dr. Grayner, I would like you to release Allison to me. Maybe she could continue her treatment as an outpatient." Connor suggested trying to defuse the situation. "Mr. Cassidy, your wife is a very dangerous woman. She had enough forethought and mental capacity to break out of this unit. She also has enough spunk or gumption to withhold information from me." "But she doesn't know where Devon is!" "I'm not buying that. Allison, your little stunt has left me no choice. I'm remanding you to a mandatory 30-day stay here. After which you will be evaluated by me and my staff." "That's crazy! Connor, do something! Do something! You promised ..." she began to sob and Connor thought she was going to lose it again. "Calm down, Allie. I'll talk to him." "But ..." "Shh, why don't you wait outside for me." "I don't trust her!" Grayner barked. "You won't go anywhere will you, sweetness?" "No, I'll wait." "Okay, just give me five minutes alone with the kind doctor." Allison exited the room and sat on a chair in the hall. "Are you nuts, Mr. Cassidy? Have you completely lost your mind? I can't release your wife after what she pulled." "But you have to understand why she did it." "Oh, now you're trying to justify her actions? What happened to the worried and concerned husband?" "I am worried and concerned not that it's any business of yours! Other than thinking that you're the Eagle Allison is completely lucid isn't that right?" "Well, I uh ..." "Isn't that right, doctor?" "Yes." Grayner conceded frowning at Connor. "Then why not release her to me. It won't benefit you to have an unwilling patient. She will break out again with or without Devon's help. You and I both know that." "She can't break out if she's on sedatives and restraints." Grayner said coldly. "Listen, Dr. Grayner, I don't know where you got your degree from, but you certainly have no compassion. You're a cold fish! What kind of monster are you?" "I don't like your tone, Mr. Cassidy! I will do what I think is best for Allison. I don't care if you like it or not!" "Listen here, you bastard! Allie's not a piece of property or someone you can manipulate or control! She's right! She kept trying to tell me that you were over medicating her and I didn't believe her. You're cold, cold and heartless. I don't know how I could've been foolish enough to trust you. I'm getting her released." Connor got up and stormed out of Grayner's office. Allie was waiting for him as she promised. "Am I free?" "I don't know. I just had it out with Grayner. You're right, Allie. I'm sorry I didn't believe you." "You know he's the Eagle?" "No, I meant about him drugging you. He told me that he was going to remand you here for a 30-day period and drug you up with sedatives and restraints. I can't let that happen." "What are we going to do, Connor?" "Relax. Follow me." Connor escorted Allie down the hall to Scott Locrin's office. Scott was in a session with a client when there was a knock on the door. Scott ignored it, Connor read the sign that said "In Session" and glanced at his watch. He sat with Allie to wait out the hour. It was almost 10 AM so Connor assumed they would be finishing soon. He was right, five minutes later, the door opened and a man emerged. Scott came out into the hallway to bid his patient goodbye and then glanced at Connor. "Allison, what brings you here?" "Can we talk to you, Dr. Locrin?" Allison asked timidly. "Sure, step in here." Scott went into his office and waited for Allison and Connor to follow. Allison sat across from Scott remembering their previous conversation. "Allison, you did it didn't you?" "Yes, Scott. You probably knew that already." "I did. I just wanted to see if you owned up to it. Did Devon help you?" "He did." "Where is he now?" "I honestly don't know." "Okay, how can I help you?" Connor spoke up then. He sensed that Allison was too exhausted mentally and physically and interceded. "Well, Dr. Locrin ..." "Call me Scott." "Okay, Scott, we have a problem. Allie and I went to see Dr. Grayner this morning. She told him that what she did was wrong and owned up to her mistake. I thought that maybe he would release Allie to me and continue her treatment as an outpatient. He said no and told her that she would need to stay here for 30 days. After that, he and his staff would evaluate her. Then he said that he would control her by drugging her and restraining her. I gave him a piece of my mind. Is there anything you can do for us?" "Well, this is rare, Grayner is a good man sometimes. But I'll keep my personal opinion of the man to myself. In certain instances if the patient has proven that he or she is stable enough to be released into the community, and the doctor disagrees, we have a competency hearing." "What's that?" Allison inquired nervously folding and unfolding her hands. Little beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead and she felt clammy. "Well, it's a hearing where a psychiatrist like me asks the patient questions in front of our executive board to determine whether they can be released back into the community. Allison, would you be willing to do that?" "Sure." "Okay, I'll set one up for later this week. Let me call you, Connor." "Okay, thanks a lot. What about Allie's release? Does she have to stay here?" "I'll override Grayner's orders for now. I'm granting you temporary release on the basis that you will be released to Connor and not leave town. Is that all right with you, Allison?" "Sure, fine. Thanks, Scott!" Connor watched as Allison's face broke into a broad smile. She was finally going to be free. "Okay, wait a few minutes while I have my secretary Midge type this up." Once home, Allison continued to work on the riddle. But the still made no sense to her. She was desperate to figure it out, but she couldn't piece it together. The doorbell rang, bringing her back to the present. Connor opened the door and Lynn entered. "You're free! Oh, Allison, that's wonderful!" They shared a sisterly hug and Lynn sat across from her. "Connor did it all." "You did some of it. Breaking out was a risky thing to do." "I know. I'm sorry about that. But I have to search for Francie." "I know. Any word from Eagle?" "No, we haven't heard anything." "I'm sorry." The phone rang then interrupting their conversation. "Hello?" "Hi, Allison. It's Doug. How are you?" "I'm fine, Doug. How are you?" "Fine, I heard about your escape from the psych ward. Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Allison, I have something to tell you. This isn't easy for me. But ... I uh ... I can't have you work here anymore." "You're firing me?" "Oh, please understand, it's not that. It's just that well ... you're character has been called into question and ..." "I can't believe this! I've been working for you since I was 22 years old and now you're firing me?" "Oh, Allison, please understand ..." "Understand what?" "Understand that once you're more stable you can apply for a job here again." "Again? Can't you just get someone to fill in for me until we find Francie?" "That's not a temporary position. That's more of an indefinite position." "Well, I can't help that." "I'm sorry, Allison. If there's anything I can do let me know." She listened as the connection was broken. "Are you okay?" Lynn asked seeing the pain in Allison's eyes. "No, but I guess I'm out of a job." Allison thought about Doug's phone call all that night. She couldn't sleep, she loved her work, and who would hire her now? Her reputation and character was on the line. She knew that the psych ward hadn't helped matters, and neither had her escape. She descended the stairs and turned on the light in the living room. She looked at the riddle again. She wondered if the 2 was significant. She thought about houses that had pine trees. On a hunch, she typed in 2 Pine Tree Street into google. She got several matches but only one in her area. The add read: Luxurious home for sale: two bedrooms, two baths, spacious kitchen, deck and living room. Also has a room for entertaining and a full finished basement. Click to see a photo of the front of the house. Allison clicked and stopped cold. She saw 2 pine trees in the front yard. Allie ran upstairs and shook Connor hard. "Connor! Wake up!" "What's wrong?" he asked looking sleepily. "Wake up! I found it!" "What did you find? It's four in the morning, Allie. Calm don." "I found the house that Francie's in. I think so. Look a this!" she turned on the light and handed him a print out of the front yard. "I'll be damned!" "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to check it out." "You can't go alone! Get Bryan to go with you." "Allie, I don't need any back-up." "Of course you do, Connor. I don't want anything happening to you!" "Allison ..." "I'll come with you!" "No, don't even think about it. You haven't had your competency hearing yet. You could blow your freedom. Don't do that. I'll call you if I find anything." "Promise you'll call Bryan?" "Okay, I'll call Bryan." Bryan Sutten was a rookie cop Connor had worked with several years earlier. He had now moved up the latter to the Cold Case Unit. He respected Bryan and phoned him as he followed Allie's specific directions. Eagle woke early the next morning. He fed Cassie and checked on Francie. Even though he disliked the dog, she provided good protection and the likelihood that someone would come by the house was almost nil. Francie was still asleep in the closet. He knew they had to move locations. He had been here too long. He scribbled a note and left it on the kitchen table. Then he opened the closet door and shook Francie hard. "Wake up, little girl!" "Where are you taking me?" "To a new home!" "No! no! you're a bad man!" "I know! And you're stuck with me!" He held his gun on her as she got out of the closet. "Francie, just exactly as I say and you won't get hurt." In a flash, they were gone. Connor arrived with Bryan a short time later. Bryan's dark brown hair framed his face quite nicely and was accentuated by his hazel eyes. Bryan followed Connor into the house. He called Francie's name, but got no response. Then he saw it, the note on the kitchen table. It was addressed to Allison and signed Eagle. A handwriting sample that was a clue. "If you can read this, you're close! Close, Allison but no cigar. Your daughter's fate is in my hands, of this I am sure, Look beyond this house you see, and then there will be more, In a flowery place, Or meadow of green, Look for the treasure you seek, your princess, your queen. Connor cursed as he read the note, Bryan called his attention outside for a second. "Did you find anything?" "Yeah this." Connor said showing Bryan the note. They called the forensics team, and while they waited, they discovered Cassie tied outside. "Look at her. She's beautiful." Bryan said as Cassie licked his hand. "Do you know where Francie is, sweetie?" Connor asked softly. Cassie pulled until Connor untied her. She dashed in to the house and searched frantically. Connor followed her in, attempting to stop her. It was a crime scene and the team had to dust for prints. Cassie went straight to the closet and emerged with one of Francie's sketches in her mouth. "What is it?" Connor took the sketch and wiped it off. "That's Francie's writing! It's her drawing!" Connor exclaimed. He called Allie who was thrilled. But their joy was short-lived. The writing sample couldn't be compared to anything on file since the police didn't have a sample of Eagle's handwriting. But Francie's sketch was something. It depicted the front yard just as she had described to Allie. There was no further word from Eagle, Allison paced the floor nervously at night, but tonight was especially nerve wracking. It was one week later, and her competency hearing was tomorrow. Connor had stayed up with her for a while, but dozed off a little while ago. Allie paced and petted Scarlet. By morning, she was a bundle of nerves and when Grayner walked into the room, she froze. "It's okay, Allie." Connor said holding her hand tighter. "Connor, I'm scared." "Don't be scared, sweetness. All you have to do is get up there and tell the truth." "I will." When the case was introduced, Harrigan Grayner got up and began to present. "I began seeing Allison Cassidy about a month ago. Her husband, Connor, committed her. Allison was experiencing what is known as lacunar amnesia, which can occur after a traumatic event. In this state, the patient can remember past and present events, but not the traumatic event in question. Let me explain. A man calling himself The Eagle kidnapped Allison's daughter Francie. When he phoned to say that he had killed Francie, Allison's mind couldn't process that. She suffered from lacunar amnesia, she was able to remember her wedding day, Francie's birth but not her kidnapping. Then, Allison slipped back in time, and lost approximately 6 years of her life. When Mr. Cassidy called my colleague Ruth Roper, he told her that Allison thought it was their wedding night and had no idea who Francie was." "Was she in this condition when she entered the psych ward?" "Kind of." "Can you elaborate?" one of the board members Mae Ladamare asked. "Well, she was slipping in and out of time, although her condition seemed to have improved somewhat. But it was clear that Allison was unstable. Her first act was attacking me. She screamed at me and told me that I had her daughter. I don't have her daughter, and knew that this was delusional thinking on her part. So I asked her husband to commit her." "Did you have any sessions with Allison?" "Yes, when she would let me in the room. She thought I was The Eagle and this delusion never went away." "Other than that was she lucid?" "For the most part. She insisted her daughter was alive, and that was about it. Other than that she was normal. I thought she was making some progress until she escaped from the psych ward." "Do you think that Allison Cassidy is a good release candidate?" "No, I disagree with Dr. Locrin on this." "All right, thank you, Dr. Grayner. I would like to ask Allison Cassidy to step up here, please." Allison nervously got up and stepped up to the podium. Connor was in the front row as were Lynn, Thelma and Clint. Grayner's eyes bore into Allison's and she shivered just looking at him. "Mrs. Cassidy, is what Dr. Grayner stated true?" "Some of it is." "Okay, what's not true?" "I did break out of the psych ward. But I only did it to find my daughter. What the good doctor didn't tell you is that he was overmedicating me. Every time I would ask about Francie or want to see my husband, he would tell me I was crazy." "Then what happened?" "He would pump me full of sedatives and I'd be knocked out for a while." "Were you coherent during those times?" "No, I was more like unconscious." "Is it true that you escaped from the psych ward with Devon Drucker?" "Yes." "Is it true that you went to Dr. Scott Locrin and asked him to override Dr. Grayner's request for the 30 day waiting period?" "Yes." "Why, Allison?" "Because I think that Dr. Grayner is being unfair. I know that my daughter is alive. I can't explain it, but a mother knows these things. I know that Francie is alive somewhere. I'm not a danger to the community. I would never hurt anyone. I could never do anything to anyone. All I want is my daughter back." "Mrs. Cassidy, did your husband accompany you to the readmission to the psych ward?" "Yes." "May we hear from him?" Connor stepped forward and they asked him several questions about Allie's mental health, status and so forth. Scott also testified, an hour later, the board was ready to render their verdict. "It is this board's finding in the case of Allison Cassidy versus Dr. Harrigan Grayner that Allison Cassidy be released to her husband Connor. Mrs. Cassidy is not permitted to leave town for a period of one year and she must continue outpatient services with Harrigan Grayner." The gavel banged and Allison exited the room on Connor's arm. Allison was ecstatic about winning her fight for freedom. When she arrived home, Lynn, Clint and Thelma had a party waiting. They celebrated by toasting her success and to finding Francie. Allison was smiling, the only thing that could've hade her happier was finding their daughter. Lynn, Thelma and Clint were also proud of her. While they were having appetizers, the phone rang. It was the animal shelter saying that no one had come to claim Cassie. She was Allie and Connor's if they wanted her. Connor went to pick up Cassie while the rest of the gang enjoyed themselves. Everyone loved Cassie, she seemed to gravitate towards Allison. The black Lab was working her charm on them and within an instant, she had a new loving home. Exhausted by their long day, Allison and Connor went to bed early. Allison slept peacefully until the nightmare invaded her dreams. Grayner was running after Francie, he had a sharp object in his hand, like a knife. She was screaming for Allison to help her. Allison had been tied to a chair and gagged, and was powerless to stop this madman from hurting her little girl. Suddenly, Allison woke with a start. She sat bolt upright and looked around. It took her a moment to process that it was a dream. Connor was asleep beside her, she had to ask Grayner one more time. She thought at their next session, but something was spurring her on. Quietly, Allie got out of bed and slipped downstairs. She opened the phonebook and found Harrigan Grayner's address. She scribbled a note to Connor, dressed quickly, and grabbed the keys to the rental car. As she drove to Grayner's, she hoped he would have the answer she was looking for. Connor woke up several minutes later, he was thirsty, he moved quietly not to wake Allison, when he didn't feel her next to him, he opened his eyes. "Allie?" no answer, Cassie came in to the room then confused. "What's wrong, Cassie?" she looked at him as if to say "Would you love to know?" Connor called Allie's name again, but still no answer. He padded downstairs and spotted her note on the kitchen table. Dear Connor, I was awakened by a nightmare about Francie and The Eagle. I'm going to see Grayner, to ask once and for all where Francie is. I will be back, hopefully before you wake up. I love you, my love. Love, Allie Connor cursed as he read the note. Frantically, he searched for his coat and car keys. He had to see where Grayner lived. Before leaving the house, Connor searched through the phonebook for Harrigan's address. As he sped there, he prayed that Allison's pleas would go in vain. Grayner already thought she was crazy, this would just confirm it. As a detective, Connor always worked on hunches and instincts. There was definitely something about Grayner that wasn't right, Allie was right about that. But he just wasn't sure what. When he pulled into the driveway, he spotted Allie's car. He ran up the steps and flew up the walk. He was about to pound on the door, when it opened. Apparently, it had been left ajar. Connor turned on the foyer light and called out. "Allie? Dr. Grayner? Is anyone home?" no response. "Allie?" still no answer, Connor stepped further inside into the living room and began to turn on some lights. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but he wanted answers. Then, he spotted her, sitting in the corner of the living room motionless. Had Grayner drugged her? Connor now believed all the things Allison had related about Grayner. "Allison?" no response. Connor went over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Allie? Can you hear me?" "Connor?" she said softly. "Allie, what happened here?" "I didn't do this, I didn't! he was like that!" she began to sob uncontrollably. "Who's like that? Where?" "Look, in the corner." She said pointing to the left hand corner of the room. Connor took out his flashlight and gun and headed over. What he saw shocked him, Grayner was lying in a pool of blood with a gunshot wound to the chest. Connor called an ambulance and then tried to comfort Allie. He noticed then that she was cradling a gun in her arms. There was blood everywhere, and Connor wondered where the gun came from. Certainly not from Allie. As the minutes ticked by, Connor applied pressure and gauze to Harrigan's wounds. He glanced back at Allison who was dazed and confused. What happened? How was Harrigan Grayner shot? Tweet
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