“Where is she?”
“Sleeping right now.”
“Let her go Marisol…this isn’t about her!”
“Oh, you silly girl, but it is. I told you should you not complete your task she would be the one to do it. Now that you are unable to do as I need, she will step in for you!”
My entire body shook. I knew there was only a matter of time before Marisol reared her ugly head again. She had my baby, the one child that seemed to have the worst of it in life.
“What do you want?” Marcus asked grabbing the phone from me.
“What makes you think I want anything?”
“You wouldn’t have called otherwise. If you were going to force Cece into anything you would have done so without announcing your plans. You want something so what is it?”
There was silence on her end for a moment. “How’s the marriage?”
Marcus’ eyes met mine. “It’s fine,” he answered with a bit of edge in his voice.
“Really…you are a forgiving man then. I wonder if your wife would be as forgiving if the situation was reversed.”
“We’ll never know since she’ll never be in that situation.”
I hung my head in shame listening to him defend me. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to make things right with us, but I was determined to try should Marcus give me the chance.
For now I needed to push those thoughts aside and focus on getting Ceula returned safely.
“Marisol, where is my daughter?”
“Let’s play a game.”
“A game!? This is my child’s life you heartless bitch! I’m not playing any games!”
Her sinister laughter rang out over the speaker. “Temper, temper girl. If you want her back whole and not in pieces, we play!”
“What is this game?” Marcus asked.
“Ah good the sensible one. I have a riddle for you. Figure it out, you can get the next clue. Maids and men walking through sand. Don’t you remember where it all began? Twenty-four hours…tick tock, tick tock.”
She disconnected the call, leaving us both confused as to what she meant. I grabbed for the phone. She had my baby and I needed her back safe and unharmed.
“Who are you calling?” that same edge was in his voice.
“Trey,” I lied. “May…maybe she’s lying and Cece is safe at home.”
With shaking hands, I quickly dialed the number to her house. It rang and rang, but no answer. I hung up and tried his cell.
“Trey! Oh thank god have you heard from CeCe?”
“No, she is at some spa retreat for the weekend. Limited cell phone access. Why?”
Shit! Shit! Shit! I couldn’t tell him. Not right now. He had to look after Ashley I didn’t need him worrying.
“No…no reason. I just needed to talk to her.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?” Marcus asked after I’d hung up the phone. “He has a right to know his wife has been kidnapped!”
I looked at him, but didn’t respond. I thought back over Marisol’s riddle. What the hell did she mean? Mulo. I looked at Marcus and knew he was not an option. If I called him, my marriage was as good as over, but at the same time how could I put Marcus’ feelings over Ceula’s life?
“Amari!” Marcus yelled, getting my attention. “He needs to know.”
“What did she mean Marcus? I…I don’t know what she meant!”
My breathing became restricted, the phone fell from my hand. I started shaking, I couldn’t think. I don’t know what she meant.
“What did she mean? What did she mean?”