The Target
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"Mama takes pictures," Emma said to Ramsey when he laid her on her back. "She took all these when she was young."
"I see," he said, and leaned down and kissed Emma's forehead. He stroked her hair back from her face. "You go to sleep now, Emma. I don't want you worrying about anything, all right?"
"You won't leave, will you, Ramsey?"
He'd already made that decision, with Molly's help, but still, what if something happened? Something he couldn't foresee made him leave?
She whispered, "You don't know if you should tell me the truth. It's all right. Everybody lies. Except Mama. She never lies."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," Emma said. "Mama, will you come to bed soon?"
"Yes, love, in just a little while. Ramsey and I have bunches of things to discuss."
She turned off Emma's light, but left the door ajar. Just a slice of light shone into the room from the three Tiffany lamps standing at intervals in the wide corridor.
Ramsey said, "I won't leave you, Emma, unless I have to, and then I'll tell you first."
Emma didn't say anything.
"We can hear her if she has a nightmare," Molly said quietly as she followed Ramsey back to his room.
"Now," he said once they were in his bedroom, "tell me what you think we should do."
"Beat up Louey Santera again."
"After we beat him up."
She sighed. "I don't know, Ramsey. So much has happened."
"One of the first things is to take Emma to a doctor and to a child shrink."
"Yes," she said. "I've been thinking about that. I don't want to take her to her regular pediatrician. He's a man. I want to take her to a woman."
"That's probably smart."
"I'll make calls tomorrow, get some names. Where do you think those men are, Ramsey?"
"If they're here, they're cursing a blue streak. There's just no way in here. Miles told me he has six men patrolling the grounds around the clock. I think this place is more secure than the White House."
"I heard Mason tell Gunther to bring in another three men to patrol. He's not taking any chances."
"He loves you and Emma."
"Yeah, right. It's all a matter of possession. He just doesn't want anyone messing with something he sees as his."
"Whatever it is, it's still a start. We'll see. Tomorrow-" He rubbed his hands together. "Tomorrow I'll get to meet dear Louey face-to-face."
"It won't be one of the high points of your day. Trust me."
"As Emma would say, you made a joke."
"Sometimes truth's funnier than fiction."
LOUEY Santera was furious and it showed. His mouth was tight, his lips a skinny pursed line. Then he saw a reporter and the fury was masked immediately by a charming smile and a little-boy shrug. "Hi," he said to the reporter, turned, and gave a smile to the accompanying photographer, then saw Molly and gave a wave.
The reporter, a longtime friend of Ramsey's, said cheerfully, "I hear you flew back, breaking concert dates, when you heard your little girl was kidnapped."
"I couldn't leave immediately," Louey said, nose sharp, on the alert instantly. "I naturally came back as soon as I could."
"Is it true your little girl is safe and at her grandfather's house? Her grandfather is Mason Lord, isn't that right?"
"Yeah, he is her grandfather, and yeah I heard she was at his house. It's over now, thank God. Did you hear? My concerts went great, too."
"I've heard you've had your problems with Mr. Lord. Is that right, Mr. Santera?"
A man came from behind Louey Santera to plant himself directly in front of the reporter. He was a young guy, stringy, with acne scars. "Mr. Santera just flew in from Germany. He wants to be reunited with his little girl. He's tired. He's said all he's going to say. Good day."
The reporter said, "Come on, Mr. Santera, what's going on here? Your little girl was kidnapped over two weeks ago. You're coming back a little late, aren't you?"
"No comment."
The young guy with Louey actually shoved the reporter. The photographer flashed a photo.
Louey Santera was white-faced. Ramsey smiled as he stepped up to him. "Mr. Santera? I'm here to greet you. I'm Ramsey Hunt, currently residing with Mr. Mason Lord. Do come this way, out of all this crowd of people. Ah, yes, here's Molly."
"I see," he said, and leaned down and kissed Emma's forehead. He stroked her hair back from her face. "You go to sleep now, Emma. I don't want you worrying about anything, all right?"
"You won't leave, will you, Ramsey?"
He'd already made that decision, with Molly's help, but still, what if something happened? Something he couldn't foresee made him leave?
She whispered, "You don't know if you should tell me the truth. It's all right. Everybody lies. Except Mama. She never lies."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," Emma said. "Mama, will you come to bed soon?"
"Yes, love, in just a little while. Ramsey and I have bunches of things to discuss."
She turned off Emma's light, but left the door ajar. Just a slice of light shone into the room from the three Tiffany lamps standing at intervals in the wide corridor.
Ramsey said, "I won't leave you, Emma, unless I have to, and then I'll tell you first."
Emma didn't say anything.
"We can hear her if she has a nightmare," Molly said quietly as she followed Ramsey back to his room.
"Now," he said once they were in his bedroom, "tell me what you think we should do."
"Beat up Louey Santera again."
"After we beat him up."
She sighed. "I don't know, Ramsey. So much has happened."
"One of the first things is to take Emma to a doctor and to a child shrink."
"Yes," she said. "I've been thinking about that. I don't want to take her to her regular pediatrician. He's a man. I want to take her to a woman."
"That's probably smart."
"I'll make calls tomorrow, get some names. Where do you think those men are, Ramsey?"
"If they're here, they're cursing a blue streak. There's just no way in here. Miles told me he has six men patrolling the grounds around the clock. I think this place is more secure than the White House."
"I heard Mason tell Gunther to bring in another three men to patrol. He's not taking any chances."
"He loves you and Emma."
"Yeah, right. It's all a matter of possession. He just doesn't want anyone messing with something he sees as his."
"Whatever it is, it's still a start. We'll see. Tomorrow-" He rubbed his hands together. "Tomorrow I'll get to meet dear Louey face-to-face."
"It won't be one of the high points of your day. Trust me."
"As Emma would say, you made a joke."
"Sometimes truth's funnier than fiction."
LOUEY Santera was furious and it showed. His mouth was tight, his lips a skinny pursed line. Then he saw a reporter and the fury was masked immediately by a charming smile and a little-boy shrug. "Hi," he said to the reporter, turned, and gave a smile to the accompanying photographer, then saw Molly and gave a wave.
The reporter, a longtime friend of Ramsey's, said cheerfully, "I hear you flew back, breaking concert dates, when you heard your little girl was kidnapped."
"I couldn't leave immediately," Louey said, nose sharp, on the alert instantly. "I naturally came back as soon as I could."
"Is it true your little girl is safe and at her grandfather's house? Her grandfather is Mason Lord, isn't that right?"
"Yeah, he is her grandfather, and yeah I heard she was at his house. It's over now, thank God. Did you hear? My concerts went great, too."
"I've heard you've had your problems with Mr. Lord. Is that right, Mr. Santera?"
A man came from behind Louey Santera to plant himself directly in front of the reporter. He was a young guy, stringy, with acne scars. "Mr. Santera just flew in from Germany. He wants to be reunited with his little girl. He's tired. He's said all he's going to say. Good day."
The reporter said, "Come on, Mr. Santera, what's going on here? Your little girl was kidnapped over two weeks ago. You're coming back a little late, aren't you?"
"No comment."
The young guy with Louey actually shoved the reporter. The photographer flashed a photo.
Louey Santera was white-faced. Ramsey smiled as he stepped up to him. "Mr. Santera? I'm here to greet you. I'm Ramsey Hunt, currently residing with Mr. Mason Lord. Do come this way, out of all this crowd of people. Ah, yes, here's Molly."
