As the blackness all around her began to swim with spots of gray, Brydie realized she’d fainted.
Now she heard a car screech to a stop outside the window. Vaguely through her thundering headache she heard a key turn in the lock, saw the door fly open.
“Come on!” she heard Will shout, though she remembered hazily that Will was dead. “Get in and let’s go!”
She heard herself let out a long groan. She couldn’t even bring the room around her into focus yet. To stand up was far more than she could manage.
She felt Will (but no, this wasn’t Will at all, Will was dead and this was some trick of Greg Cowan’s) pick her up and carry out the door. (And didn’t these arms feel just like Will’s ? How cruel of this guy Greg Cowan, to trick her this way.)
“Put me down!” she tried to scream, but it came out a croak.
He put her down - into the plush back seat of a very large. And now the car was pulling away - with her inside.
Danny! Where was Danny - ?
All at once Brydie thought of a long-forgotten phrase from her girlhood. A silly thing she’d learned back in those pre-Will O’Graidy days, that now seemed like another lifetime. A phrase she had actually once used as a substitute for swear words, because there had actually been a time when Brydie Phelps did not swear.
The old silly phrase was gosh darn it.
Gosh darn it, there was a good chance Danny had gotten away. After all, he was every bit Will O’Graidy’s son. Smart, and tough as nails he was.
But gosh darn it, if this guy Cowan had hurt him in any way - well, then Brydie would just have to kill him. Not knock him out with a lamp and then leave him badly tied up, which was obviously what she’d done this time – but really kill him.
She’d never committed a murder before, and that might be a problem. But her time spent running in the shadows with Will had left her with no doubt she could do it.
The thought that she might have to fight or even kill, got her blood flowing again. Slowly she pulled herself up in the back seat, her brain pounding bass notes against her skull.
“You should lie down,” came Will’s voice from the driver’s seat in front of her.
“You tell me what you’ve done with my son!”