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Authors: Fern Michaels
“Did he say anything else?” Sophie asked, now on the edge of her seat. She lit another cigarette, her hands shaking like a leaf.
“Yes, I believe he did.” Abby appeared to be struggling with the memory. “I think he was trying to tell me that he wanted Mother and me to be happy.”
“That's it?” Sophie inquired.
“Yes, at least that's all I remember. Sophie, what is it? You look weird.”
Sophie shook her head. “There's more to the story than we've told you. When Rag had you call asking for that ten million bucks, your mom had the money in cash. Dave, who I'm sure you know from his being the head of security at the paper, placed the money in a garbage can in the men's room at the Santa Monica Pier, near the Marine Science Center.
“Everything was coming together according to Goebel and Dave's master plan. The next thing we know, and this is according to the police, two hoods from Venezuela showed up, looking for Rag. I guess he'd ripped off the wife of a wealthy man who has a few unsavory connections. They got to him, not knowing he was in the midst of a kidnapping. Before anyone knew who they were, or what their exact involvement was, Rag was facedown on the pier with a bullet hole in his back. Since he was the only one who knew your location, and he wasn't talking, we . . . we asked your father.”
Abby looked as though she'd seen a ghost, which around the beach house was quite normal. “I thought you picked up my hint when I was reading that note, you know, when I mentioned South Central LA. I guess I just assumed Chester sniffed me out.”
Abby plopped down on one of the deck chairs, stunned at the revelation but intrigued since she, too, had had some sort of contact with her father. She'd shrugged it off as nothing more than a dream, or her subconscious desire, as she drifted in and out of consciousness. But now she wasn't so sure.
“Knowing there was no other way to find you, we hurried back here. We decided to try to speak to your father,” Toots explained.
Amazed, Abby said, “You did this while Phil was here? The séance stuff, plus Dad?” She shook her head.
“Actually, he was quite open to the idea. He's from Charleston, remember?” Toots informed her daughter.
“Wow! I think I like this guy already,” Abby said. “So what did my father say that led you to find me?”
“Just a few words, and they didn't make a lot of sense until Chris's buddies in the LAPD located the pings from Rag's cell phone. Yes, you were in South Central LA. That much we were pretty sure of, with what you'd said, plus the pings, but your father said, âMr. Steve.' We had no clue what that meant until Chris's cop buddy contacted a local police officer whose beat was in South Central. Mr. Steve's is a well-known pawnshop, which just so happens to have a few shitty apartments on the third floor. As soon as we located Mr. Steve's, well, Chester took it from there,” Toots said.
“Wow, this is news to me. What I'm not getting . . . Mom, you said you and Phil were in Naples on a date? How did you and my godmothers wind up here?”
“Well, it didn't start out that way. Phil came to the house in Charleston to take me to dinner, and while Bernice was spying on the Patterson place, she heard something that turned out to be Frankie's whimpering. Phil and the rest of us got to the dog. Phil switched into doctor mode right away because he knew that Frankie had a serious spinal injury. He said there was only a short window of time until his injuries became permanent. So it was then he called a friend with access to a Learjet, and we flew Frankie to Naples to see Dr. Michelle Carnes. He had gone to medical school with her father. Knowing it would be a while before Frankie was out of surgery, Phil suggested we spend the night at DiamondHead, his condo on Fort Myers Beach. Then Chris called, and we immediately caught a flight to LA.”
“
That
was your first date?” Abby was so stunned, she could hardly get the words out of her mouth. “I would say he's definitely a keeper. Loves dogs, wanted to come and support you, a doctor. Plus, he didn't think Sophie was nuts. This is the kind of stuff fairy tales are made of. Are you sure you all are telling me the whole truth and nothing but?”
That
was your first date?” Abby was so stunned, she could hardly get the words out of her mouth. “I would say he's definitely a keeper. Loves dogs, wanted to come and support you, a doctor. Plus, he didn't think Sophie was nuts. This is the kind of stuff fairy tales are made of. Are you sure you all are telling me the whole truth and nothing but?”
“So help me God,” Toots and Sophie said at the same time.
For a few minutes, no one spoke. This was turning out to be way more than a simple abduction, if you could even call it that.
Chapter 36
G
oebel followed Mavis and Ida out to the deck, carrying a large tray with a pot of coffee and a strawberry cheesecake, one of Abby's favorites. He placed the dessert on the outdoor table, where Mavis proceeded to slice the cake.
oebel followed Mavis and Ida out to the deck, carrying a large tray with a pot of coffee and a strawberry cheesecake, one of Abby's favorites. He placed the dessert on the outdoor table, where Mavis proceeded to slice the cake.
“Now, I know this isn't on Goebel's and my diets, but since we're celebrating Abby's safe return, I think it's okay to indulge,” Mavis said. “Toots, you want a slice of cake? I know how much you love sweets,” Mavis asked her.
Toots didn't answer. Abby's words were still reverberating around in her head, and Toots wondered if the virtual wall she'd mentally built against another man in her life was on the verge of crumbling.
“Toots!” Sophie yelled. “Mavis is talking to you.”
“Sorry. I was woolgathering,” Toots said abstractedly. “Sure, I'll take a piece of cake. When have you ever known me to turn down dessert?”
Mavis cut a giant slice and gave it to her, together with a mug of coffee doused with cream and sugar. “If those cigarettes don't kill you, all this sugar is bound to, but we'll discuss it at another time,” Mavis said.
Toots wondered if now was the time to speak to Abby, then decided there was no time like the present. “Abby, have you given any thought about taking a leave of absence from the paper and coming back to Charleston?” Toots asked. “After what you have been through, it might be a good time to come home. Josh can run the paper. You said so yourself. You could stay in touch by phone and e-mail. Remember, I was CEO for two years, and not even once did you know this. I'm not asking you to give up your job, Abby. But I think we need to reevaluate our decisions. This paper has been a godsend in one sense, but after what Rag pulled, I'm not sure it's worth all the heartache we've had to deal with the past forty-eight hours. Your safety is more important to me than anything in the world.”
“Me too,” Chris added.
“And you could come, too, Chris. It would give you a chance to see your father's plantation house. You might even find a position in the district attorney's office.” The more Toots talked about the idea, the more excited she became.
“This is a lot to take in right now. I'm not sure of anything yet, but I would like to take some time off. LA is my home now, and I can't just walk away from everything you and I worked so hard to build.”
What Abby didn't want to admit to was, she agreed with her mother. This movie-star nonsense was becoming as dull as an old nickel to her now. But could she completely walk away from it? She didn't know. Later, when she was alone, she would truly give it some serious thought. If not forever, then at least until she had some kind of epiphany about some other profession she might want to pursue. Tabloid news was in her blood, and she didn't know if she could give it up completely, but a leave of absence wasn't out of the question at this point.
“You were never a quitter, Abby. I just wanted you to think about this. It's certainly not written in stone,” Toots said, though she had to admit she was hoping Abby would be a bit more receptive to the idea. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to get rid of the paper, perhaps try another media outlet. Maybe Ida's new venture would direct her on another path. And she was half owner of the bakery, though she couldn't bake if her life depended on it. All she could do in that business was act as taste tester.
“It's been a long day. If you all don't mind, I think I'd like to call it a night,” Abby said, stifling back a yawn.
“Yes, it has, but, Abby, before you go to bed, would you mind serving as a guinea pig for me?” Ida asked out of the blue. “My new line of cosmetics, Seasons, has healing properties. I would love it if you'd apply a bit to those cuts on your face before you go to sleep.”
“Sure, just bring it to my room. I want to take a quick shower, anyway. I still have hospital grunge that I haven't completely removed.” What she didn't tell them was that she had rushed through her shower at the hospital in order to race to Rag's room.
Abby gave her mother and Sophie a good-night hug, thanked Mavis for a meal fit for a queen, and told Goebel good night. As she went upstairs to the guest room where she usually stayed, she called over her shoulder, “Chris, don't forget to come and tell me good night.”
“Count on it,” he called from the kitchen, where he and Goebel were finishing off the last of the coffee.
Upstairs, she took a shower, only this time she took her time. She'd been more uncomfortable than she'd let on. The hot water felt like heaven as it beat against her sore muscles. Having her hands tied behind her for so long had not only caused the muscles in her upper back to hurt, but had also strained the muscles in her neck. She lathered up three times, then washed her hair twice, wanting to wash away the memories, too, but she knew that was too much to ask for.
She found a pair of her old pajamas in the drawer where she knew she'd find them. She brushed her teeth and combed the tangles from her hair. When there was nothing more to do, she crawled beneath the sheets, loving the soft feel of the high thread count against her skin. Her mom never skimped on anything, and tonight she was exceedingly grateful.
As she was about to doze off, a light knock startled her. She sat up in bed, pulling the covers all the way to her neck. “Come in.”
Ida entered the room, carrying several jars of cream. “I just want to rub some of this pumpkin enzyme cream on those cuts. The chemists swear by it, and I do, too. I think I've taken at least five years off my age since I started using my new products.” Ida sat down on the bed and opened a jar. “Here, you sit and relax, and I'll be out of here in a minute.”
She expertly applied the pumpkin enzyme cream to Abby's face, smoothing an extra layer on the areas where she was swollen and bruised. She also applied a generous amount to her wrists. “I hope you'll see a big change in the morning. Now I'll go. Good night, dear,” Ida said and gave Abby a kiss before turning out the bedside light.
“Night,” Abby replied, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Her last thought before falling asleep was that Chris had best hurry, or he was not getting a good-night kiss.
Chapter 37
A
heavy fog, typical of Malibu, rolled in. In a few short hours, the sun would burn it away, and the Pacific would once again capture the attention of all those who spent their days at the beach, catching a few rays.
heavy fog, typical of Malibu, rolled in. In a few short hours, the sun would burn it away, and the Pacific would once again capture the attention of all those who spent their days at the beach, catching a few rays.
As soon as Abby smelled coffee, she perked right up, then winced. She was twice as sore as she'd been yesterday, but the doctor had told her to expect this. In the guest bathroom, she found a bottle of Advil, took three, then brushed her teeth. Splashing cold water on her face, she was totally shocked when she saw her reflection in the mirror.
“Oh my God! Ida is really onto something,” she said out loud. Leaning closer to the mirror, she carefully inspected the cuts and bruises that last night had promised to turn all shades of purple, blue, and yellowish green. Then she looked at her wrists. The marks from the plastic ties were almost completely gone. She grabbed a robe from the back of the door, not bothering to stop for a pair of shoes. In just seconds she was downstairs in the kitchen, where she could see that Mavis was busy preparing breakfast.
“Are you the only one who cooks around here?” Abby asked as she helped herself to a cup of coffee.
Mavis jumped.
“Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Is everyone still sleeping?” Abby looked at the clock on the stove. It was a little after six. Her mother always got up with the chickens.
“No, your mother and Sophie are on the deck, smoking and having a cup of coffee,” Mavis said, her back to Abby as she whipped up something that looked like it might be pancake batter.
“Well, I, for one, can't thank you enough for that dinner last night, and I can't wait to see what you come up with for breakfast.” Abby gave Mavis a one-armed hug.
“Thanks, dear.” Mavis turned around to give Abby her full attention. When she saw her, she gasped and quickly placed a hand over her mouth. “Oh, Abby! Have you looked in the mirror? Those cuts and bruises, and the swelling, they're practically gone! Quick, show this to your mother and Sophie while I go wake Ida. She'll want to see this right away.”
“I know. I couldn't believe it when I saw myself in the mirror. And look at my wrists. They're almost completely healed! I believe Ida is truly onto something.”
Abby stepped out on the deck, where Toots and Sophie were smoking up a storm like Puff, the Magic Dragon.
“What do you think?” Abby asked her mother and the second godmother she'd seen that morning.
The two women looked at her, their surprise evident on both their faces.
Sophie was the first to speak. “I'll be damned! Ida was right. That shit is a miracle worker. Come over here and let me have a closer look.”
“Not until you both crush out those nasty-ass cigarettes.”
Quickly, Toots and Sophie complied.
“Now look at me. Is this a miracle or what? I have never seen anything work like this in my life. Can you imagine all the women who'd give their eyeteeth for something like this!” Abby exclaimed, conveying the excitement Ida must have felt when she came up with the concoction.
Toots examined her daughter's face and wrists. The difference from last night was almost miraculous. “Ida's going to shit herself!” Toots exclaimed excitedly.
“Mother! Do you always have to be so graphic? You're as bad as Sophie. No offense, Soph.”
“Oh, none taken, Abby. When you get to be our age, the little things don't matter. Like saying âshit' if you have a mouthful.” Sophie grinned.
“So is this the stuff Ida's going to market on The Home Shopping Club? Because if it is, she'd better have vaults ready, because sales are going to be through the roof. She needs models, to show a before and after,” Abby said.
“Oh, that's already taken care of. We're supposed to start this week, but with all the hoopla, Ida made arrangements to stall the network. You know, I used this the other day, and I swear the fine lines around my eyes were less than half, but I was almost afraid to mention anything to Ida for fear she'd accuse me of being as vain as she is. But now, damn, she really is onto something,” Toots said to Abby.
Sophie chimed right in. “I tried it once, and I saw a difference, too. As usual, if Ida does anything extraordinary, she wants the world to know about it. This time, though, I think she's really hit pay dirt. Damn her. Why didn't I come up with this?”
The sliding glass door opened. Mavis brought a barely awake Ida out to the deck to see the results of her new product.
“Couldn't this wait? I didn't get to sleep until two in the morning. Those kids on the beach partied all night,” Ida complained. “Has anyone bothered to make me a cup of coffee?” she whined.
“You're such an old bitch, Ida. I swear, if you weren't one of Abby's godmothers, I'd smack your teeth right down your throat, and they'd come marching out your ass to the tune of âWhen the Saints Go Marching In.' ”
Coffee spewed from Toots's mouth when she heard Sophie's latest early morning greeting. Poor Ida, but she laughed, anyway.
“Mavis, what is it you wanted me to see?” Ida asked, turning up her nose and ignoring Sophie's insult. She'd gotten so used to them by now, they had no effect on her.
“Look!” Mavis whirled Abby around so that Ida could see her face and arms.
Ida stared at her goddaughter, her eyes becoming as round as saucers. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The bruises, the scratches, and the swelling were all but gone. Had she not seen it with her own two eyes, she wouldn't have believed it. While she knew the product was much better than some of the cosmetic lines currently being touted as the miracle cure for wrinkles, her line of creams could truly claim to be the next best thing to a miracle.
“I knew this was good, but this is even better than I'd expected. I can't believe it. Abby, you cannot tell this to a living soul. We need to . . . I don't know what we need to do, but this is big,” Ida babbled, stunned at the results.
“You do have a patent on this stuff?” Abby asked.
“Yes, I do. I was careful during the developmental stages to keep some of the contents a secret. I own full rights to the product. I'm simply amazed at how fast this has worked on you. You're sure you didn't put anything else on your face?” Ida questioned Abby.
“Nope, I didn't even use a cleansing cream when I was in the shower, because I was afraid that it would burn,” Abby said.
“When Chris gets up, you might want to talk to him about starting a corporation,” Abby said. “Then, if some dumb ass tries to eat the stuff or gets it in an eye that burned or something else goes wrong, the corporation would be liable, and not you personally. Chris would know more about the legal stuff. There is someone threatening to sue the paper on a daily basis. Which reminds me, I need to get Chester home and get to my computer and check on the troops.” Abby still wanted a break, but before she took the final steps, she had to make sure Josh could run the show.
Toots rolled her eyes; it had been a little more than two days since Abby was abducted in the basement of
The Informer,
and she was already going back to editor-in-chief mode.
The Informer,
and she was already going back to editor-in-chief mode.
“Toots, your cell phone is ringing. You want me to answer it?” Mavis asked.
“Look at the caller ID and see who it is. I'm not up for any of those automated solicitation calls yet.”
Mavis found Toots's cell phone on the kitchen counter. She stepped back through the sliding glass door with the phone and gave it to Toots.
Seeing that it was Bernice, Toots teased, “What do you want, you old hag?” She loved Bernice like a sister and delighted in saying ornery things to her whenever she could. Bernice acted like it pissed her off, but Toots knew better.
“What? A hurricane?” Toots's words caused Abby, Sophie, Mavis, and Ida to stop dead in their tracks. “I haven't paid any attention to the news, Bernice. With Abby being abducted, watching Jim Cantore on the Weather Channel hasn't been my top priority. Yes, I'll check the news and call you back as soon as I've made a decision.” Toots hit the
END
button on her phone. Another issue that was beyond her control to deal with.
END
button on her phone. Another issue that was beyond her control to deal with.
“Bernice says there is a hurricane headed directly toward Charleston,” Toots explained. “She thinks I need to get back there ASAP and get the hatches battened down. I wonder why Phil didn't call.”
“Shit fire and save the matches! Surely you're not going home when there is a hurricane headed there. That's the last place I want to be,” Sophie singsonged.
“I'll go,” Mavis offered. “That's your home, and sort of ours, too. You should be ashamed of yourself, Sophie.”
“What about the cream? Should I go back to Charleston and do the shooting as we'd planned?” Ida asked.
Toots threw her arms in the air. “I don't know about your makeup right now, but I doubt The Home Shopping Club is going to renege on your contract. Remember, you just postponed it. You didn't cancel it. With a hurricane heading that way, I don't think anyone is going to be worried about their wrinkles. But all bull aside, you are onto something, Ida. You have my full support. Just not now. I need to get back to Charleston. Bernice and Jamie can't handle this by themselves, and Pete is retired now, so he won't be there to help. Looks like it's up to me. I'm going to call my pilot pals and see if they're willing to fly into an approaching hurricane.”
“Mom, if you really need me, I can go, but I think I need to take care of a few details at the paper before I take a leave of absence, that is, if I decide to.” Abby didn't want to go to Charleston right away but would if her mother needed her. She had come through for her, had actually saved her life. “Just say the word, and I'm there.”
“No, I'd rather you stay here. Now that Rag is under lock and key, I think you're safe enough, but I don't want you overdoing it, Abby. That's both your mother and the CEO of LAT Enterprise speaking. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother. Yes, boss.”
Always serious in a crisis, Toots picked up her phone and called the pilot she'd used on several occasions. When she explained her situation, he told her he would meet her at LAX in three hours. “Perfect, and thanks.”
“We have three hours to get to the airport,” Toots said. “Whoever is going back to Charleston best get a move on.”
An hour later, they were ready to go. Abby and Chris agreed to stay at the beach house until further notice. The commute to
The Informer
would be a bit of a hassle, but Abby and Chris assured Toots they could handle it.
The Informer
would be a bit of a hassle, but Abby and Chris assured Toots they could handle it.
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