Sarah Crenshaw, 3B.
Williams found her, I thought. And she was traveling First Class.
What caught my eye next was the name of the person sitting in 3A, the
seat right next to hers. A. Godford. Probably a computer misprint. Or
maybe it was the name he used when he traveled. So if it was him, which
it surely was, the bastard didn't even try to hide it.
I just stood there, thinking. Maybe you get one big-time coincidence in
life, and if so, this must be mine. Sarah and I had both found Alex
Goddard. Or he'd found us. Other women came and went through Quetzal
Manor, but we were different. She'd escaped from him, half dead but now
he'd sent Ramos to bring her back. It was the one way he could be sure
to keep me under his control. But again, why? Was it just to stop my
film, or was there more to the story?
"Morgy," Lou groaned "that son of a bitch took her tonight. I just know
it."
That was my conclusion precisely, though I hadn't been planning to say
it to him, at least not yet.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Something they said. I didn't quite catch it, but it sounded like, 'He
wants you back.' Then some word. It sounded like 'Babylon' or
something."
I stared at him a second trying to remember where I'd heard that
before. Then it clicked in. That was the last thing Sarah had said
she'd whispered that word when I was putting her to bed. What could she
have been talking about?
He wheezed and I went back to him and pressed the towel against his
side. The bleeding was about stemmed but he was definitely due for a
hospital stay. A siren was sounding down the street. Probably the
ambulance. Thank God I thought. Now it's time to call the police.
Then I noticed he was crying. What was that about?
"Morgy, they didn't actually kidnap her. You see, she--"
"What?" I guess I was trying to take it in. "What do you mean?"
"Know what she said? Sarah?" He choked for a second, then continued.
"She said, 'Yes, I want to go back.' "