Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I watched her bring it out here, she didn’t do anything to it. That’s not to say that she wouldn’t have, though, if I hadn’t been watching.” Martha said as she bustled away.
“You’ve got a hater. Way to go, Viddy!” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, and I had to laugh. She used to do that a lot before the accident, and that was the first time I’d seen it since. It made me happy that she was doing it. That was the first I’d seen of the old Viddy in a long time.
Our hour went fast, and soon Dixie was walking up to the table in no time, offering to usher me out the door. “I’ve got an appointment I have to get to. Are you about ready, darlin’?”
Viddy smiled when she heard his voice and turned in his direction. “Hi, Dixie. How are you doing today?”
Dixie smiled down at my sister, and I couldn’t help how awesome it was that the club accepted my sister just as they had me. It made me feel good that Viddy would have the full support of every one of the Dixie Wardens if she was ever in need.
“I’m doing alright, sweet pea. Do you need help to your car before we head out?” He asked her.
Viddy scowled at him, and Dixie snickered.
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding his hands up and backing away from the table. “It was good seein’ you girl; make sure you come out for the New Year’s party this weekend.”
With that, he left, and I looked at the smile still on my sister’s face. She looked happy. “Will you come?”
Viddy turned her smile on me, and answered. “Absolutely. I think a party is in order after everything that’s happened in the last couple of days. That and I’m due for some fun, don’t you think?”
I was happy on my way home from the diner. That was until I realized I was missing my purse.
“Oh, Dixie! I forgot my bag, can we go back and get it, please?” I said urgently.
He played like he was annoyed, but swung the truck around back in the direction of the diner. Luckily we were only about five minutes away.
Nearly five minutes too late.
The first thing I noticed was my sister walking towards the direction of the bus stop.
That had me cursing up a storm because she was supposed to be picked up by Paul.
“What is she doing walking?” I growled, pointing my sister out to Dixie.
He turned his head to the side as he swung into a handicapped spot illegally, at the front of the diner. Which was why we saw the black Hummer stop on the road just in front of Viddy and cut her off. She startled and froze at the sound of the large truck screeching to a halt beside her, waiting to see her fate.
However, I was nearly out of the car before Dixie grabbed a hold on my hand in an iron grip and held me so tight I cried out in shock and pain.
“Dixie, what are you doing? Let me go!” I screeched.
He silenced me with one look that had me freezing in my tracks before pulling out his phone and dialing. He then set it on the seat between us and reared out of the vehicle, leaving the door wide open as he took off as fast as his big body would allow.
He didn’t make it in time, though.
The man who’d stepped out of the Hummer grabbed Viddy by the hair, opened the passenger side door, and threw her bodily into the Hummer before slamming the door shut.
His pace quickened when he saw Dixie coming towards him, but he didn’t need to, he was in the Hummer and shooting down the road before Dixie had even made it halfway there.
Dixie growled in frustration before turning around and running back towards the truck.
It was then that I heard Kettle’s frantic voice as he yelled for Dixie to answer him.
“Dixie!” He bellowed hoarsely.
“They-they have Viddy. They have my sister, Tiago!” I screamed.
“Where are you?” He barked.
“The diner.” I said in horror.
“We’ll be there in five. We’re right around the corner.” He growled before hanging up.
That five minutes was the longest of my life.
As soon as they’d gotten there, they’d set up a command post of sorts, put out BOLOS, and questioned nearly everyone at the scene.
All the while, I stood back, watching with my heart nearly torn in two.
“Kettle?” I asked, suddenly remembering a joke between Viddy and me when she’d gotten stranded by our brother all those months ago.
“What?” He said distractedly as he looked at a map on his car.
The man with the scar under his eye was standing next to him, listening to every word he said.
“Kettle!” I said urgently, making him finally turn and look at me.
“What?” He snapped.
“Do you remember when I joked about getting Viddy a GPS tracker? Well, I did. It was one of the ones you stick on the stuff you don’t want to lose. I saw it on a commercial that had it on a dog’s collar, and they found him when he was lost. If Viddy was actually carrying hers, as she told me she would, wouldn’t that work right now?” I asked desperately.
The Native American man who’d been standing on the opposite side of the truck stepped forward, looking at me intently.
“Did she set it up?” He asked me.
“Yes, I did. But it’s one of the one’s you have to keep charged. And I don’t know if she’s been doing that or not. How would I know?” I asked worriedly.
“Did you set it up on the computer or your phone?” He asked.
“My phone.” I said, handing it to him.
He started punching in buttons, and then let out a curse of exhilaration. “Fuck yes, I got her. It’s giving me coordinates. Hold on,” he said as he placed my phone on the roof of Dixie’s truck and pulled his own phone out before he started typing. “Bingo. They’re on I-20 East Bound heading towards Alexandria.”