The Case of the Missing Irregular
by Stacey (SST205 at aol.com)
Behind the crates, Wiggins and Deidre heard Mrs. Fayre's
demand. "Oh, man--that can't be good," Wiggins said, looking ready
to run out from behind the crates.
"No, it certainly can't," Deidre agreed, placing a hand on
his arm to remind him to stay put. She swallowed and peered over
the top of the crates again.
"Missus Fayre," Baxter said, having regained his composure.
"I'll only tell y' once not t' do that again, 'r I'll bring yer
boy out here 'n' cut 'is throat right in fron' a' you. "
Tennyson's mother drew a deep breath and exhaled shakily.
"Please--please, just give me back my son." she said in a much
lower tone. A tear slid down her cheek.
"There now, ma'am," the old man next to her said, patting
her arm. "It'll be all right, I promise you." With that
statement, he slipped the handle of the briefcase out of her
hand and into his own.
Mrs. Fayre was frozen. She watched the old man hobble
off with the money toward Baxter, thinking That old man
probably doesn't know Holmes at all. He's probably in league
with the men who have my son. I'm never going to see Tennyson
Inside, lying on the floor, Tennyson strained to hear
what was going on outside. All that came to him were muffled
voices. Oh, Lord, please let this be over, soon. I just
want to go home!
The sound of quick footsteps came to his still-aided ear.
Looking toward the entrance in the boxes, Tennyson saw Jake
Baxter. "Sorry, lad, I can't untie y' now," the man said,
squatting down and taking the boy in his arms. "There's no time.
We've got t' go."
Go? Tennyson thought. Oh, mother, I want so
much to see you again. But, what had the man meant by;
'There's no time?'
The older Baxter brother stood up and carried him to
the entrance in the boxes. Tennyson looked to see Mickey
Baxter standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips and
his foot tapping. "Come on, old man, I 'aven't go' all day!"
Tennyson thought that Jake was going to take him to the
door when his brother received the ransom that had been demanded.
Instead, the man carrying him turned the opposite direction and
headed toward the back of the warehouse.
"Don' you worry, lad," Jake said as he hurried toward
the back exit. "I'm no' gonna let me brother 'urt you
anymore." With that statement, he pushed the bar on the
door with his hip. The door came open, and Jake carried
For a moment, Tennyson closed his eyes against the bright
sunlight. How long had it been since he'd been out in it? It
felt so good.
When the boy opened his eyes again, he looked over
Jake's shoulder. Instead of being around the front of the
warehouse, where he was sure his mother was waiting for him,
he saw that the back of the warehouse was farther away.
Tennyson looked up at the man who carried him with dismay,
and thought the words he wished he had the voice to speak:
Where are you taking me?!?
TO BE CONTINUED
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