Sixty (Tim); Playing With Fire.
Everything's so quiet around here. Everyone's gone off to their respective hotel rooms, and I'm here. Alone. And it's too damn quiet! I'm used to hearing Heather's voice, laughing, singing, talking on the phone, anything! The house is so full of her, but she's gone. Since the police found the note there's been no word from the kidnapper. No ransom demands, nothing. Filming has to continue tomorrow, not that I have any motivation. I want to go out with the police and find Heather, and God... I want her to be okay! I don't want to find her destroyed... Dead....... I swallow the bitter taste of bile burning my throat. None of us recognised the handwriting on the note, so we're back to square one. Back to be bare essentials. My wife missing, and no clue as to her whereabouts, and only a note with the words: "She should know not to play with fire" in beautiful copperplate handwriting.
I don't understand the implication of the words, and Heather isn't the sort to make enemies; she avoids confrontation like crazy! The only person I would have classed as her 'enemy' is Suzie, and I overheard (well, was listening, actually) to her conversation with the police. She has an alabi, which both Annette and some reporter can back up. They were all together at some bar. So now I have nowhere to turn. No one to blame. And no wife.
I had another nightmare last night. I woke up shaking, drenched in a cold sweat, but Heather wasn't there to whisper the demons away. She wasn't there to comfort me, and I didn't realise just how much I needed her until now. Until now she's been taken away from me. I've got nothing left, and if I were slightly weaker I would just end it all now.
But I can't. I have to hold on. I have to keep going, just in case she's okay, and she comes back to me...
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