Don't Scream

Chapter 84

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Sarra drove like a zombie, her cruise control set, the voice on the radio washing over her like an Arctic, numbing, breeze.  Former FBI agent Brian Fuller dead....A six year old girl now believed to be held....The FBI scrambling..... Distraught mother charged with the murder of Fuller.... Brian Fuller dead....Six year old missing.

A nightmare. A Dream. Perhaps she would awaken later to the sounds of Abby giggling with Justice, to the sensation of Brian holding her, moving deep inside her, and discover this was all a ugly fantasy. Perhaps it wasn't happening.

But it was. That woman killed Brian. Brandon James had Abby. Sarra's imagination took a wild ride for a moment, to all the things Brandon might do to a child, to what he possibly done to his little sister, then she reined it all in and focused on the running white dashes on the highway.

Keep driving. Don't think.

She looked at the dashboard clock: 10:30 P.M. Another hour,. She has to find Brandon's house. Brian had drawn it out for her once. It was adjacent to Damien's gun and shooting range. Couldn't be hard to locate in this small town. Brian had explained it to her.

Thank god. Thank god he came into her life even for a little while.

She blinked to clear the tears in her eyes. She didn't dare to think a Brian right now.Not when Abby was alive somewhere, needing her. She had to find her.

You're over your head with this.

Brian's words floated through the haze. She smothered them. Brandon wanted her. Certainly he would kill Abby if a string of FBI agents showed up at his mothers house instead of her.

Doing everything alone doesn't mean you are strong. It just means your alone.

She wished Brian would shut up and half laughed at that. She hadn't listened to him when he was alive, yet now, his words drummed through her body with every beat of heart.

You aren't alone anymore.

She believed him, finally and cursed herself for it. It hadn't been so painful being alone when it was only thing she knew. But now having lived outside her bubble with Brian for a few short days , and Nights, she was floundering. Alone again, driving toward a destiny she couldn't bare to think about, without the man who had been her anchor.

There is more than one person in the world willing to help you, Sarra.

Oh, God.

Sarra swerved and stopped on the shoulder of the highway. She closed her eyes. Made a decision.

Oh Abby,please. Don't let this be a mistake.

The tears were gone when Sarra finally found a gas station. Petro. It was a little place in wooded hills just outside of the town, at the corner of two country roads. She needed a phone.

To call special agent Dean.

A single car was parked on the gravel drive, a dented old Chevy jammed onto the sidewalk at the side of the building. One employee, one car. She looked around. There were bathrooms on the outside, an ice machine, and a news paper stand. But No phone.