Forsaken: An American Sasquatch Tale Part 14

Sage tossed her head. Defiant. "Who cares? It's a place my Grandpa showed me once. Like a bear den or something. I wanted to see if I remembered where it was at. Big deal. It was just an old blanket."

That's what happened to the clothes, Liberty realized, and she willed Sage to look at her, to see how much love Liberty had for her. Her wish went unanswered. Why wouldn't she make eye contact?

Victor yanked Gabriel's body through the door behind Sage and into the underground garage. Liberty saw part of a burgundy colored car, boxes stacked haphazardly, and more mounts. Stuffed bodies and antlers pointed this way and that, a macabre zoo.

"Hold up, Vic, I'll come with," Sage said and turned to leave.

"No. You won't," Russ said. "Besides, he's taking the four wheeler and he'll already have a pa.s.senger.

"Knock off the waterworks, Sasquatch, they won't save you," Russ growled into her ear.

Liberty hadn't realized she was crying out loud. She stiffened. She wasn't sad, she was afraid for their lives. She thought she saw Sage flinch.

He stood up, walked toward Sage, then past her. "You know what I think? I think you know our lady friend here."

"How would I? You said you're a bounty hunter. You bring in bad people for private citizens they've wronged."

Wronged? Who could she have wronged?

He pulled the door shut behind Victor and turned the lock. An audible click. "Yup. But see, the person who hired me gave me a little background on my target."

"So what?" Sage gestured toward Liberty, still wouldn't meet her eyes. "What she'd do anyway? Not like I really care."

It stung, but Liberty had to admit it was a good ruse. Her daughter was intelligent. She would find her way out of this mess.

Russ reached for Sage's hand.

She jerked away from him.

"Calm down, I'm going to tell you." He took Sage above the elbow and ushered her reluctant body to the workbench. He rifled through a few things on the bench, and then turned around. Letting go of Sage's elbow, he put a hand on her chest, holding her up against the bench. "Stay here."

Sage complied.

He walked to Liberty, hand slightly ahead of him and her eyes grew wide. A knife. Not just any knife, but a big one with a curved tip and serrated edge. A hunter's knife. Like the one Nathaniel had. He bent over her, she pressed back as far as she could. He put the knife in his mouth, freeing up his hands.

"What are you doing?" Sage asked from her spot near the bench.

He put his hands over both of Liberty's bound wrists, and jerked the entire chair back toward the bench. With every tug she grunted in pain. Russ smirked around the blade in his mouth. The motor from the garage sounded, and the four-wheeler started.

"G.o.d, Russ." For the first time, Sage's voice raised higher in a growing panic. "Did you hear me? What are you doing?"

He stopped a foot from the bench, removed the knife and turned to Sage. "Seems she's rubbed somebody's fur the wrong way back at the palace."

"What the h.e.l.l's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't know? She doesn't look familiar to you?"

"I don't know this woman."

"Seems hard to believe. Seeing as how I have some info that says different."

Sage looked at him, face blank. She nearly had Liberty convinced. Why not Russ?

"Tell me, Sage," he said as he used the tip of the knife to flip the ends their hair, first Sage, then Liberty. "How many people do you know named Liberty, who have a daughter named Sage? Hmm?"

"How should I know? My mother's name was Jill."

"Sure it was."

"I think I should know. You don't know me."

"No?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously not if you think she and I are related." Her eyes flashed and she raised her voice, smacking her hand on the workbench. "And I don't appreciate you thinking you can accuse me, keep me here like I'm a d.a.m.n prisoner."

"Hmm." He hadn't moved a muscle, held the knife at arm's length toward Liberty. He studied Sage for a moment, finally spoke. "If that's the casea" He turned the knife around and held it out to her. "Cut her."

"What?" Sage snapped her head back. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not cutting some woman. What kind of business are you running here?"

He reached out and latched onto her wrist, eliciting a short cry.

"Shut your mouth." He jerked her to his chest. "Shut your lying trap and take this. Prove it to me and I'll believe you." He grunted as he tried to force the handle into her fist.

"Ow! You're hurting me." Sage yanked her arm free. It flung back, hitting the metal light bar above them. The light started to swing and Liberty grunted behind the gag. Tried to draw attention to herself so Russ would leave Sage alone.

Russ' and Sage's auras merged, his appearing to poison Sage's, muddy brown and black daggers perforating her pearly overlay. Liberty grunted with more force, desperate to get him to stop.

He reached out and backhanded Liberty, but she began to scream, curled her toes, rocked the chair.

"Look," Russ' lip curled, "you're upsetting her."

"Dammit, fine. Just knock it off. I didn't even know thesea things," she flicked her wrist toward Liberty, "really existed until a few days ago, so whatever." She grabbed at the knife. "Give it to me."

Russ straightened up his shoulders, ran a hand through his sweaty hair. "Good. Glad to hear it." He released the knife.

"And just so you know," Sage said, her head c.o.c.ked, "my mother, Jill, was a hippie. Duh. Lots of kids are named after plants."

"Right." He motioned to Liberty. "Go on. Do it."

"Where?"

Liberty tensed. She'd watched the exchange and searched for a clue that Sage was acting, but didn't see any sign. Could she have developed some kind of amnesia and really didn't remember her? She saw the silver amulet, Ellie's band, peek out from Sage's cuff and focused on it. Sage was good. She had to be.

Russ shrugged, exasperated. "Client didn't say she had to come back in one piece, soa" He gestured to Liberty's legs, then face, arms. "Wherever."

Sage took a step forward, held the knife in both hands and brought it up over her head with the blade pointed down. She paused. Liberty pleaded with her eyes.

Russ said, "What're you waiting for?"

Sage exhaled hard, brought her arms down slowly. "Can't you cover up her face or something? She's giving me the creeps staring at me like that."

"Victor said you were a tough chick, not weak like his mother." Russ bent over to reach for the pillowcase on the floor. "See? This is why I don't trust women. You're wishy-washy."

Liberty whined, closed her eyes as Russ shoved the case over her head again. "There, you happy na"?"

Sage screamed.

Russ let out a holler. "What the h.e.l.l?"

Liberty heard a sickening pop. And felt the weight of Russ as he collapsed onto her. So much noise. And then wetness. On her lap. On her chest.

Liberty couldn't breathe. The weight of Russ on her, the hood, the gag. Her nostrils could only take in tiny fits of oxygen.

Then the weight slid off and she could breathe.

Sage removed the hood. "Mom? Oh my G.o.d, Mom? Are you okay?"

Liberty blinked, unable to fully comprehend.

Sage wiped both sides of the knife across the leg of her jeans and carefully worked the tip of the blade beneath the binding near Liberty's ear until the fabric slipped off. Liberty shook her head and used her tongue to push the rag out of her mouth as Sage pulled.

Liberty couldn't speak. All she managed was a combination low-pitched cry and moan.

"Shh." Sage's hands were on her cheeks, she kissed Liberty's forehead, smoothed her hair. "Shh, Mama, we have to get out of here. Try to be quiet, okay? I'll be quick." Sage cut through the binds on Liberty's chest, arms, legs.

Russ slumped over onto her feet and Liberty kicked him as she scrambled out of the chair, He let out a soft moan. She pulled Sage a few steps away and fell into her arms. "I love you so much. I never gave up. I know what happened. I know why you left."

Sage embraced her, brief but heartfelt, then looked at Russ and pulled away. "We have to get out of here, come on." She s.n.a.t.c.hed Liberty's hand and led her to the door Victor exited. "This way."

"Wait. What about your father? He was here, too."

"If he was still here, we'd know it." Sage turned the lock, slowly opened the door to the garage and looked inside. "Okay, it's clear."

Liberty's heart thumped. She started to cough, her throat was so dry. "Gabriel. I can'ta""

"Stop thinking," Sage whispered. "Not now." She flipped the light off to the workshop, leaving Russ' body in the dark. "We'll worry later."

Her daughter possessed strength Liberty didn't. She'd grown so much since they'd last seen each other. Liberty nodded. "Let's go."

Sage motioned for her to stay, and jogged to the wall by the garage doors. Grabbing a set of keys off the hook, she flipped the switch to extinguish the main lights in the garage.

Two vehicles sat in the garage, a s.h.i.+ny yellow VW convertible and a beat-up burgundy Jaguar. Sage walked to the Jaguar, opened the rear pa.s.senger side door and motioned for Liberty to get inside.

"I'd let you ride up front, but when we drive out," Sage motioned at the incline to the garage doors, referring to the inevitable change Liberty would go through as they left the underground garage, "I don't think you'll be comfortable." Sage pointed to the dimly lit semi-s.p.a.cious back. "See? More room."

Liberty nodded and climbed in. Sage shut the door, the light went off, and she walked toward the front of the car. She'd reached the hood when she stopped and turned, wide eyed. "Oh, s.h.i.+t," she yelled and scrambled around to the driver's door. "Stay down, get down!"

Panicked, Liberty peeked out every window. The door to the workshop was still shut, the big doors were shut. "What is it?" Liberty shouted.

Sage yanked the door open and jumped in behind the wheel.

Liberty heard a motor.

"s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t." Sage slammed the door and fumbled with the keys. "Vic's back."

Deja vu. Liberty's mind flashed back in Becky's truck, except somehow this was so much worse. Just her and her girl now. "What can I do?" she yelled.

"Get down, be quiet."

Liberty flattened herself against the floor. She'd hardly registered the pain from the wounds the bindings had caused, but against the carpet, they burned. She heard the metallic clink of keys.

"Thank G.o.d," Sage mumbled.

Something tapped on the back window. Liberty turned, screamed.

Chapter Fifteen.

Russ stood outside the car, one arm tight around his upper abdomen, the other pointing a black handgun back and forth between her and Sage. "Get out."

Neither of them budged.

"Get the f.u.c.k out of the car, or I'll shoot you both," he rasped.

"Kiss my a.s.s, Russ," Sage yelled and turned the car over. The engine stayed silent. She started to stomp the floor, kept turning the key. "Dammit!"

The bullet fired through the window, deafened Liberty, almost physically hurt.

She shot up off the floor. Sage opened up the door and rolled out. Russ fumbled with the door handle on her side and Liberty tried to hang onto the inside. They struggled back and forth.

"Hey, Russ," Sage called out.

Liberty saw him pause, look over the top of the car, and a trash can lid come down on him. He staggered to the side. The gun went off, hitting the ceiling, before it clattered to the floor.

The outside door flew open. Victor ran in. "Dad? Sage? What the h.e.l.l?" He flipped on the overhead lights.

"Your b.i.t.c.h girlfriend stabbed me, get her."

Victor's face changed, grew dark. He stalked to Sage's side of the car.

"Leave her alone," Liberty yelled as she swung open her door in a desperate attempt to help.