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Locked in Cages - Richard Godwin
Therapy cured them of their phobias, but in the glass house, the kidnapper is taking the cure away...
When the adult children of two wealthy families are kidnapped, private detective Earl Blake enters a labyrinth of lies and evasions as he attempts to rescue them. The kidnapper wants money the families can’t come up with, and Earl finds himself in a race against time to find Michael and Abby before it is too late.
KUDOS FOR LOCKED IN CAGES
"I find Richard Godwin to be an exceptional writer with an extraordinarily fine mind. He conducted over two weeks the single best interview I’ve ever been involved with. His novels are always good, with crackling dialogue. His latest, Wrong Crowd, is dazzling. Read him." ~ Luke Rhinehart, author of the bestselling The Dice Man, the novel that inspired Sir Richard Branson to found the Virgin Empire.
A psychological mystery by a master of his craft.
~ Matt Hilton, author of the Joe Hunter thrillers
Set in England, the story is well-written, and the action is fast and intense. This one will keep you reading all the way through.
~ Taylor Jones, Reviewer
"Locked in Cages is a fast-paced, complex thriller that will have you biting your nails and turning pages as fast as you can." ~ Regan Murphy, Reviewer
LOCKED IN CAGES
RICHARD GODWIN
A Black Opal Books Publication
Copyright © 2016 by Richard Godwin
Cover Design by Page Godwin
All cover art copyright © 2016
All Rights Reserved
EBOOK ISBN: 978-1-626945-83-8
EXCERPT
He seemed to know everything about them, and he was using his knowledge to terrify them...
Michael jumped up and looked around. The kidnapper had his back to Abby as he lifted the cover off the box. Michael began to scream. Abby couldn’t see what the kidnapper was holding until he turned round and walked toward her. Then she saw the glass box full of tarantulas.
He put the box down in front of her and then he inserted a key in the roof of her cage. She hadn’t seen the lock since it was obscured by the wooden structure surrounding the toilet at the back. It opened a large panel of glass.
He opened the lid of the box and tipped the tarantulas into Abby’s cage. He began filming it on his mobile phone. The tarantulas fell on top of each other, crawling across one another’s backs, their bellies bloated as they scuttled across the glass floor. Abby inched away and pressed her back against the front of her cage.
I know you’re not afraid of spiders. It’s snakes that make you terrified, Abby,
the kidnapper said, his voice metallic, and devoid of intonation.
She turned round and tried to see into his eyes. You said you’d only do this if you weren’t paid.
I haven’t been paid.
What do you want from us?
I want you to know what it feels like to be made of glass.
DEDICATION
For Paris Tongue
CHAPTER 1
It was Samantha Villa who hired Earl Blake, much to her husband Julian’s annoyance.
You’re really going to entrust our son’s welfare to that man?
he said.
I know you don’t like me seeing my exes, but he’s the best.
The best at what?
Finding people.
Or is it an excuse to see him? Mr. Rugged?
Guilty talk, Julian, your tic has returned.
Julian Villa stood glaring at her in his Armani suit, clutching a glass of whiskey, as the doorbell rang. He put the glass down, smoothed his eyebrows with his thumbs, and ran his hand through his thick black hair. He was a handsome man with a tanned face--a picture of health, whose manners seemed to hide a feral instinct. He adjusted his gold tie, nudging it farther into his sheer white collar.
That must be him,
Julian said, your private investigator, although why you chose him when I have a list of the best in the business leads me to some interesting questions.
"He is the best in the business. Are you going to let him in?"
I hope he wipes his feet on the mat of our beautiful home.
A house is not a home, Julian.
Samantha went downstairs as Julian composed himself in the living room of their Kensington house. She fussed with her hair in the mirror in the marble tiled hall. It was blonde and lustrous and caressed her shoulders. Samantha was in her early forties and had a face that all men looked at twice. It was both beautiful and reserved in a way that gave her instant mystique, and her skin was as supple as that of a woman in her twenties. She had unearthly blue eyes, as clear as polished lapis. They took you in and gently drifted from your face, as if she were lost in some inner sadness. Her hands were shaking as she opened the door.
Earl was standing there with his motorcycle helmet in one hand, that same sparkle in his deep green eyes that made her high all those years ago. She looked away from him and at his bike, parked neatly before their immaculate lawn. And she realised the despair she’d felt for days was fading. She wanted to reach out and touch Earl’s face, she wanted to think forbidden things. But Julian was upstairs and the burden of her marriage weighed on her, as if he was standing behind her, laying a heavy hand on her shoulder.
New bike?
she said, annoyed at herself for the trite question.
He nodded.
Looks fast. You always did like fast bikes, Earl.
Kawasaki Ninja.
Come in.
The brevity of his responses unnerved her, and she wondered if it was a mistake calling him over the abduction. But Earl had kept his intelligent, masculine gaze on her from the moment she opened the door, and Samantha felt scrutinised in a way that was not unpleasant. He stepped into the hall and looked at the large staircase and the oak panels on the first landing.
Nice place, it’s been a few years, Sam, but you haven’t changed.
I’ll take that as a compliment,
she said, offering him her cheek and feeling like a teenager again.
You said you need me to find someone.
Our son’s been abducted. You better come upstairs and meet Julian.
She wondered if she’d overdressed for a meeting that was meant to be business-like and dignified with pain, and although she was in pain, she glanced at her pearl earrings in the mirror over the sofa as she walked into the living room and recalled an argument long ago with Earl about her taste in jewellery. He’d accused her of being lavish in the days before the money came along, and she wondered now what he felt about her. She looked over at Julian. He had his back to them and was looking out of the window. He turned and gave Earl his best smile, the perfect fake that Samantha knew so well.
Earl, so nice to see you after all these years,
he said, striding across the parquet floor and shaking Earl’s hand warmly. I’m sorry our reunion has been brought about by such sad news. I’m sure my wife has told you the reason for her contacting you. I also hear you’re adept at finding missing people.
I’ve worked on a few cases.
It’s our son, Michael, you see.
Samantha tells me he’s been abducted.
Indeed.
Have you had communication from his kidnapper?
We have, and it’s of a most unpleasant and disturbing kind.
We got a film in the post yesterday, that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore,
Samantha said.
Can I see it?
Of course. Forgive me, I haven’t offered you a drink,
Julian said.
Thank you, I’ll have a club soda.
Julian went over to the bar, took a can out of the fridge, and poured it into a glass, adding a slice of lemon with a pair of silver tongs. Let’s go next door,
he said, handing Earl the glass.
Earl followed him and Samantha into a room that overlooked the back gardens and a large fountain. The room was ornately decorated with rich blue and red velvets. A huge plasma screen occupied an entire wall. Julian went over to a mahogany cabinet and opened it. Inside was a large collection of DVDs. He removed one and put it into the player.
This is shocking,
Samantha said.
They all stood as the film played.
The first shot was of two glass cages in a bare room without windows. Earl estimated the cages were about eight foot cubed. Inside one was a young man who was pacing the enclosure. In the other a young woman sat on the floor with her knees up against her chest and her head pressed against them, hiding her face. The cages each contained a section at the rear that was boarded off with what looked like plywood. It was impossible to see behind it. The cages faced each other. The camera zoomed in on each cage, pausing at the man’s face, then the woman’s as she looked up and began to cry. Then the film stopped.
Julian hit the remote control, sending the screen into darkness.
That was Michael in the cage?
Earl said.
Samantha dabbed her eyes with a tissue. Yes, and the young woman is Abby Sheen.
You know her?
She and Michael have known each other for years.
She’s the daughter of friends of ours, Greg and Felicity,
Julian said.
When did they go missing?
Julian fiddled with his right cuff link, his eyes on the Persian rug. Two days ago.
And that’s all you’ve received?
I had a phone call the day before the film arrived.
Saying what?
It was a man’s voice, one I don’t recognise. He said, ‘I have your son and his little friend. I’m taking them to the glass house where they will remain until you pay me two million pounds. If you involve the police I will kill them both, you will never find their remains. Do not throw any stones, or you will shatter everything you hold dear.’
Did you trace the call?
I tried to, it came through on my mobile, but it was made using Skype.
So, it’s Thursday today, you received the call on Tuesday?
Yes.
You got the film yesterday?
Right.
Have you contacted the police?
No. I want to see my son alive again.
Who did you use to try to trace the call?
I have people I use for security. They’re better than British Telecom.
Can either of you think of anyone who would want to harm Michael or Abby?
No. This is about money, right?
It is. But I think it’s more than that.
Earl sipped his soda and glanced at Samantha. She looked diminished, her beauty paler than a few moments before, as if a worm had slipped inside her and was eating at her heart.
More how?
Julian said.
What is the glass house?
I don’t know.
This is a very specific way of keeping people prisoner. He could have locked them in separate rooms. He’s got them under observation. Have you thought of paying him?
Isn’t that a mistake? I read that was a sure way to lose your child.
It depends whether they’ve seen his face. Many kidnappers do let their hostages go once they’ve been paid, but they make sure they can’t be identified.
But if we pay him what then?
Samantha said.
It depends what his terms of payment are. If he wants cash, we could arrange for him to bring Michael and Abby with him when I drop the money off.
But then we’d see him.
He’d hide his face.
And what if he wants a bank wire?
Julian said.
That’s harder, but more unlikely because he could be traced.
Samantha put her hand on Earl’s. I just want Michael out of there, please help us.
Earl could feel Julian’s eyes burning his skin. I’ll do everything I can.
He’s a vulnerable young man, he’s had troubles, you know,
she said.
Can you tell me a bit about that?
He found it hard to adapt. He hasn’t really had a job, but he tried working for his father. He had therapy for his problems.
What were they?
Nightmares, terrible nightmares since he was a boy. He was always tired because he’d be awake all night. I used to hear him screaming.
What were the nightmares?
Always the same. Spiders, Michael used to dream tarantulas were crawling all over him. He’d wake up and check every inch of his room at night with a torch. He hated them. He couldn’t touch a spider, even a tiny one. He bought a lizard for a pet. He told me he thought a spider had crawled inside his ear at night and was eating his brain. That’s when he went into therapy.
Did it help?
"No,