Phoenix, Arizona, Mesa Mirage
Cora Martin was propped against two pillows in her bed when she heard a faint noise and put her book down. Was that Tilly?
Her daughter was asleep down the hall.
No, that sounded like it came from outside.
Cora listened for half a minute. Everything was quiet. She dismissed the noise as a bird or the Bannerman's darned cat. The clock on Cora's night table showed the time: 12:23 a.m. She returned to her book. After reading two pages she began drifting off when she heard another strange sound.
Like a soft murmur. This time it came from a far side of the house.
What the heck is that?
Cora got up to investigate, groaning. She had to go to work in a few hours. She needed to get some sleep.
Wearing only a cotton nightshirt, she padded down the hall to Tilly's door. It was partially open, as usual. Her eleven-year-old daughter was asleep on her stomach. One foot had escaped from the sheets. Cora moved to her bedside, adjusted it then took in the room, Tilly's stuffed toys, posters of teen idols and Cora's favorite: the drawing of two happy stick figures holding hands, titled 'Mommy & Me.'
Soft light painted Tilly's face. She was more than a beautiful child to Cora; she was her lifeline, her hope and her dream.
I love you more than you'll ever know, kiddo.
She stroked Tilly's hair, then went to check the rest of the house. Cora had rented the small, ranch-style bungalow at an affordable rate from a widowed realtor who didn't hide her maternal fondness for single-working moms and their daughters.
Cora checked the front and back doors then the windows in each room. Nothing was amiss. She reconsidered what she'd heard. It had kind of sounded like someone walking around the house.
She thought of calling the police but pushed it aside for now.
Should I go outside?
It would be better to check the alarm system. She went to the console on the wall to inspect the indicator lights. Cora wasn't afraid to check the yard. This was Mesa Mirage, almost hidden among the larger east valley suburbs of metropolitan Phoenix. Mesa Mirage was a tranquil community of retirement villages and golf courses. It didn't have its own police department, but it was served by the County Sheriff's Office, supported by volunteer posses and was safe.
Almost crime free.
Everything was in order, according to the light sequence of the alarm system. Good. Cora was thirsty. She'd get a drink in the kitchen then crawl back into bed and sleep.
Finishing her water at the sink, she touched her fingers to her lips. She had forged a good life here and she would do anything to protect Tilly.
Especially from the monsters she'd buried long ago.
Cora's attention shifted to the knock on her front door. Who could it be at this hour? Moving through the living room, she looked at the window and glimpsed two uniformed officers at the door.
She opened the door.
In the instant Cora absorbed their grave faces, half in shadow under the porch light, she was pricked by a twinge of unease.
Something was wrong.
Not the kind of wrong that often accompanies a latenight visit by the police, but something darker. She had no time to ponder it.
"Sorry to trouble you, ma'am," one of the officers said. "We're checking on the welfare of residents here. Is everything all right?"
"Can you tell us how many people are in your home tonight?"
"Just me and my daughter, why?"
As one of the officers took notes, a thousand points of concern flashed across Cora's mind. She glanced to the street for a patrol car, finding a latemodel sedan. She didn't think the two men were with the county or the volunteer posse. She scanned their uniforms for a shoulder patch and found one. But since she really never encountered police, she was not sure if the officers were from Mesa, Tempe, Chandler or Gilbert.
"I'm sorry," Cora said. "Who are you with?"
"We're with the task force," the first officer said. "Ma'am, are there any firearms in your residence?"
"No. I hate guns. What task force? What's this about?"
"Earlier tonight, an inmate escaped custody, a convicted murderer. He was sighted in this area of the community."
"Oh my God."
"I'm afraid there's a bit more to this. May we come in?"
"Yes, of course."
Cora let the two men enter her home. Inside, the officers looked around Cora's living room.
"Where's your daughter located at this time?" the first officer asked.
"Down the hall, in her bedroom. She's asleep."
The officer nodded to his partner.
"We'll check on her welfare."
"But she's fine." Cora watched the second officer quietly enter Tilly's room, while the first officer spoke to her.
"It's routine," he said, indicating the kitchen. "Let's go there and I'll explain."
The first officer went directly to the sink over the kitchen window that looked out to the Cora's back yard. He pulled a pocket telescope from his utility belt, clenched one eye and gazed through it.
"The suspect is in the house directly behind yours, one row back."
"I don't understand."
The officer turned to her and she noticed a scar running along his jaw.
"We're here to help set up a perimeter for the SWAT Team," he said.
At that point the second officer emerged, nodded to his partner and approached them at the sink.
"Ma'am?" The first officer offered Cora his scope. "Take a look. It's the house with the pool lights."
She was apprehensive.
Her kitchen seemed to be closing in on her as the two officers now stood near. Was this a dream? She took the telescope, raised it to her eye, not sure what she was looking for when pain shot through her skull. Her hair strained her scalp, pulled by some force. Duct tape peeled, Cora's mouth was sealed before she could cry out. The invaders moved her swiftly and silently to a kitchen chair, taping her ankles, her wrists, then her chest to it.
Terrified, Cora looked down the hall.
The first man drew his face to Cora's.
"Your daughter is fine. Look at me!"
Cora tried to talk.
"Are you going to cooperate so we can get through this quickly?" Cora nodded.
"We do not want to hurt you, or your daughter. Understand?"
"If you resist, we will kill your daughter in front of you."
Cora sobbed against the tape.
"Do you understand? If you cooperate, you survive."
"We know you work for Lyle Galviera at Quick Draw Courier." Cora nodded.
"I'm going to remove the tape and we'll talk. If you scream, if you refuse to cooperate or lie, you and your daughter will die. Do you understand?"
Cora nodded and the second man peeled the tape from Cora's mouth.
She gasped, swallowed and listened to the first man. "Lyle uses his company to distribute our product and move cash to be cleaned. Where is the money?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"He stole five million dollars from us."
"No! This is a mistake! Are you looking for drug money? Lyle's not involved with drugs. I've got nothing to do with drugs. This is all wrong, it's a mistake. Please leave us alone! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"We can't find him. Where's the money?"
For the next thirty minutes the invaders ransacked the house. What did they do with Tilly? They must've tied her down.
"Where is our money?"
"Did you hurt my daughter?"
"She's not hurt. Where is it?"
"I told you this is wrong, this is a mistake!"
"Listen to me: You will find Galviera and tell him to return our money."
Sobbing, Cora shook her head.
"This is a mistake. I don't know anything about this."
"You know. You do the books for his company."
"No. No. I'm the office manager, the secretary. I know he left a few days ago for business in San Diego, then in Los Angeles."
"He is not in California."
"But I made the travel arrangements. Please, I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave us alone. Please. This is a mistake."
The first man turned to his partner. After speaking in rapid Spanish to him, the man left the house and returned with a large suitcase they placed before Cora.
"Remember," the first man said. "Do not scream."
The second man went down the hall to Tilly's room. Seconds later Tilly emerged, her mouth covered with duct tape, eyes popping with fear as they met Cora's.
Tilly was in her pajamas with the unicorn pattern; her wrists were taped in front of her in a praying position as she hugged a hastily balled collection of items. Cora could see jeans, a pink shirt and white sneakers. Was that her toothbrush sticking from the heap? It was as if she were rushing off to a sleepover.
Fear twisted Cora's stomach.
"It's going to be OK, honey," Cora tried to comfort her as the second man opened the large suitcase and positioned Tilly inside, bending her knees to her chest, then zipping her closed as if he were a magician preparing a trick.
"What are you doing?" Cora raised her voice. "Wait! No."
The first man drew his weapon and placed it to the bag where Tilly's head would be, cocked the trigger and turned to Cora.
"Have you forgotten your need to shut up and listen?"
"Yes, please, please don't hurt her. I'm begging you."
"If you do as we say, she will not be harmed, understand?"
"We are taking your daughter with us."
"Listen carefully. Lyle must return our money, or your daughter will die. And if you go to the police, your daughter will die."
"Tilly, sweetie, everything will be OK. Do what they say. Tilly, I love -" Tape was replaced on Cora's mouth.
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