Midnight in Blackwell,
Oklahoma. A clock in a church steeple
tolled the hour, the peals of its bell ringing mournfully over the land. A screech owl yelled defiantly, its protests
falling on ears made deaf by slumber.
Clouds kept the night from being too chilly, but they blocked out all
the moonlight, leaving the area under each burned-out streetlight pitch
black. A horn honked in the distance,
from a freight train that wouldn’t stop as it went through town.
All was quiet on 8th
Street. This had been the case since an
hour before, when Mr. and Mrs. Hill had returned unexpectedly from a trip and
found a raucous party being thrown at their house by their youngest son, a
twenty-one-year-old college drop out with way too much time on his hands. He was now in bed, as were most of his
friends. Everyone had gone back home,
knowing that at nine tomorrow, they’d be summoned back to clean up the
mess. Once Wayne Hill had gone to bed,
the neighbors had too—now, everyone on 8th Street was asleep.
Except for one
person. A girl named Auburn Reynolds.
Her window opened
seamlessly, as the twelfth toll from the church clock faded into the
distance. One thin leg popped out, then
another, then the rest of Auburn herself.
Dressed in black, she carried nothing except a flashlight and a few
miscellaneous items in her pocket.
She said nothing, but a single
thought was running through her mind over and over again. “1302 N. A Street. 1302 N. A Street. 1302 N. A Street.”
That was Jimmy Redford’s
address. A Street wasn’t too far away,
probably the reason Jimmy had been the one spreading the word on her street
about the club meetings. The night was
still, and Auburn hurried through the dark streets, determined to carry out her
plan as quickly as possible.
She tried not to think
about how crazy her idea was. No one had
ever tried anything like this before. No
one could be capable of pulling off such a scheme. The idea that a twelve-year-old girl could
manage something like this—too preposterous to be taken seriously.
And yet, its
ridiculousness might be just the thing that would make it succeed.
Auburn thought about
Richards as she raced through the dark streets.
She wondered what he spent his nights doing. Was he at home, curled up in bed, dreaming up
more evil schemes for his club to commit?
Was he awake, watching detective programs on TV and laughing about how
much better he was than all the criminals on those shows? Or, was he too roaming the streets, out to
make sure no one interfered with his plan—
That one was
unlikely. Possible, but unlikely. Auburn’s first strike would be easy. It’d be unexpected, and no one would start
looking for her until tomorrow, if everything went as planned. Even then, they’d be looking for someone a
little older. Auburn knew full well she
was hard to find.
Though she was hurrying,
the sign for A Street appeared sooner than she would have liked. It loomed out of the blackness, pointing the
way down a narrow thoroughfare, flanked on both sides by small houses. Trembling, Auburn started down the street,
her eyes noting the numbers on the sides of mailboxes.
1300…1302! The house was the second
one on the right. It was only one story
tall, a white siding house set a good ways back from the road with a crumbling
cement sidewalk leading to the street.
Two cars occupied its gravel driveway, and no lights came from inside. The residents had obviously gone to sleep.
As soon as she started up
the cement walk, every fear Auburn could think of popped into her head. What if
they have a dog? What if someone else
hears? What if they’re actually
awake? What if I find the wrong room—but
she shoved those fears from her mind and kept going until she was almost at the
door.
Then, she turned to the
left and worked her way down to the back.
This was one of the
houses where Richards proposed to get in through the window, and he’d already
taken the trouble to find it. Valerie
Redford’s room was the left window on the back of the house. Auburn crept around to it and found that the
shades were drawn.
Figures,
she thought. There was a window screen
too, but it had been there for years, and it was starting to fall off. Auburn had no difficulty encouraging it the
rest of the way.
Then, she took a deep
breath. What happened next depended on
what type of a girl Valerie was. You
see, Auburn wasn’t going to abduct her.
She couldn’t bring herself to do that, even if it would make the girl
safer. Auburn was no criminal, and the
thought of the terror Jimmy’s sister would face if she was forcibly removed
from her home—Auburn couldn’t stand to imagine that, much less experience
it. If Valerie Redford was going to be
hidden, it would be voluntarily.
And that’s why, instead
of testing to see if the window was open, Auburn rapped gently on the glass.
The noise might awaken
the sleeping girl; Auburn hoped it would.
When a minute passed, and nothing happened, Auburn tapped again. Then, she tapped a third time. Sitting outside in the dark, no mask to hide
her face, Auburn tried to look as natural as possible.
Waiting was difficult on
her, though, and when the blinds suddenly jerked up, it was all Auburn could do
to keep from screaming—even though the nine-year-old, brown-haired girl on the
other side of the window had to be one of the least-menacing individuals Auburn
had ever encountered in her life.
The girl’s mouth took on
an expression of surprise, and Auburn prayed she wouldn’t scream. Instead, much to Auburn’s delight, the girl
put her hands on the bottom of the windowsill and forced it open. A blast of cool air from the air-conditioned
house hit Auburn as the girl said, “What’s the matter? Are you lost, or something?”
“Shh, not so loud!”
Auburn whispered strongly. “Are you
Valerie?”
“That’s me; who are you?”
“Auburn. Auburn Reynolds.” Offering her hand, Auburn said, “I’ve come to
tell you something about your brother Jimmy.”
“Can you get him to play
with me again?” Valerie whined. “All he
ever does now is sit around his room and mope.
He’s turned into the most boring person in the whole wide world.”
This conversation was
going exactly the way Auburn needed it to go.
“There’s a reason for that, Valerie,” she said. “It’s that club Jimmy’s in, the Brotherhood
Club?”
“Yes?”
“It’s not really a
community service organization,” Auburn said.
“The leader’s forcing all the kids in it to commit crimes, including
your brother. They don’t want to, but
he’s threatening to kill people close to them if they don’t do what he tells
them. In your brother’s case, he’s only
doing it because they’ve threatened to kill you if he doesn’t obey.”
Valerie’s face went white
as a sheet. “Oh, no!” she said, her
voice starting to rise above a whisper.
“Shh!” Auburn looked left
and right, to make sure no one was around.
Then, she continued.
“The only way Jimmy can
get free of Richards’s control is if you disappear to a place Richards doesn’t
know about. As long as you’re here,
Jimmy’s constantly worried that something will happen to you. If you go into hiding, Jimmy won’t have to
worry, because Richards won’t have any idea where you are. What do you say?”
“I don’t know,” said
Valerie, particularly bright for the age of nine. “My parents said I shouldn’t trust
strangers.”
“So have mine,” said
Auburn. “A minute ago, Valerie, you were
talking about how strange Jimmy’s been acting lately. Now, why else would he be acting like that? If he wasn’t acting funny, do you think I’d
have come here to tell you this?”
Valerie shrugged. “I guess not.
So, where should I hide? My
closet?”
“I’ve got a better idea,”
said Auburn. “Grab anything you want to
take with you, and the place I’ve got in mind will be a little nicer than just
a closet.”
So, Valerie went back in
her room and started going through her drawers and toy chest for stuff she
thought she needed. A sensible little
girl, she didn’t pack too much. Most of
what she did bring was toys—her favorite stuffed animals, Auburn could
tell. When it looked like her hands were
getting full, Auburn stepped in and offered to help carry some of the load.
“Here,” said Valerie, tossing
a three-foot-tall stuffed bunny at Auburn.
“Take good care of Mr. Cheesenut.
He’s scared of the dark.”
Auburn wondered whether
the yellow color of the bunny had anything to do with his name or not, but she
didn’t ask questions. She merely tapped
her foot impatiently as Valerie picked up a couple more toys.
“Alright,” said
Valerie. “Where to now?”
“Out the window,” said
Auburn, “and I’ll lead the way.”
As Valerie stepped out
the window, Auburn wandered over to the bed.
She stuck her free hand into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of
paper, dropping it at the foot of the bed before following the girl out the
window.
And so, “Kidnapping #1”
went off extremely pleasantly. Auburn
had expected to have to spend all her time keeping her young friend from flying
off the handle. Instead, Valerie skipped
along, enjoying being out in the night air.
She prattled on and on with stories about this stuffed animal, and
stories about that stuffed one. She told
Auburn about their house, about the attic she was never allowed in, about
Jimmy’s room (which she also wasn’t allowed in but routinely visited anyway),
about the padlock Mrs. Redford had put on the refrigerator when Mr. Redford
went on a diet. Auburn mainly listened,
interjecting every now and then when Valerie asked about her, and what her life
was like. The girls were having a
marvelous time, and Valerie had to keep telling Auburn to keep her voice down
as they maneuvered their way through the dark streets.
There were cops out, of
course, but not very many because not many were usually needed in
Blackwell. Auburn and Valerie stuck to
more secluded streets most of the time, and after crossing Highway 11, they
didn’t see another lit headlight for the rest of the walk. A Street wasn’t far from the Larkin Hotel
either, and in twenty minutes, the girls stood outside the old structure. Valerie pointed up at it.
“I’ve always wanted to
look around in there,” she said, “but my mom never lets me.”
“Well, consider this your
big chance,” said Auburn. “This is where
you’re going to be staying until Richards gets arrested, and wait ‘till you see
what’s inside!”
Pushing up the first
floor window, Auburn motioned for Valerie to climb through. She followed Jimmy’s sister in, closing the
window behind her. Then, she put on the
flashlight.
Valerie’s face lit up, as
she saw dollhouses, rocking horses, and stuffed animals in full view. She hurried over to a giant dollhouse and
opened up the back. “It’s the biggest,
most beautifulest dollhouse I’ve ever seen!” she exclaimed, quiet no longer
necessary.
Auburn stood by and
watched her run from toy to toy, her eager young eyes going over all the
merchandise Toy Mart hadn’t been able to get rid of. After about ten minutes, she motioned for
Valerie to follow her. Heading over to the
double doors, she wandered in and showed Valerie the kitchen.
“There should be plenty
of food in here for you and whoever joins you for a while,” Auburn said. “The refrigerator’s got some stuff too. Now, for dinner, I’ve got quite a few frozen
dinner selections—have you ever used a microwave?”
Valerie shook her head,
so Auburn demonstrated how it worked.
“You might not remember,” she said, “so I’ll try to be back tomorrow
afternoon to make sure everything’s going alright. Let me show you where your room is…”
She led Valerie up the
staircase to the second floor. “Pick any
of those rooms you want,” she said. “In
fact, you’re welcome to switch as often as you want. Here’s what’s going to happen. Everyone in Richards’s club has a family
member in jeopardy. I’m going to hide
enough here so that Richards can’t force his members to pull off crimes
anymore. Then, we’ll force him to show
his true character and do something that’ll get him arrested. So, beginning tomorrow night, you’ll probably
have company joining you. Got that?”
“Got it!” said Valerie.
“Fine,” said Auburn. “Now, while you’re here, whatever you do,
don’t go outside. Not even for a
minute! If Richards ever figures out
where you are, your life will be at stake, and your brother will have to go
right back to doing what he was doing when Richards arrested him. It’s very important that you don’t go
outside. Understand?”
“You don’t have to
worry,” said Valerie. “With all the toys
in here, why would I want to go outside?”
“That’s the spirit,” said
Auburn. “I hope you don’t have to be
here for too long, but it may take a few weeks…”
“I understand.”
“Fine,” said Auburn. She was just about to go when a thought
struck her. “Valerie, do you know Alice
McPherson?”
“Allie?” exclaimed
Valerie. “She’s my best friend!”
“Really?” said
Auburn. “She’s in danger too. How’d you like it if she came here tomorrow
night?”
“Oh boy, oh boy, OH
BOY!!!” yelled Valerie. “That’d be the
mostest fun I’d ever had!”
“Well, I’ll see what I
can do,” said Auburn. “Have a nice
evening, Valerie.”
Auburn couldn’t help but
smile as she walked home. That had been
easy. Very easy. It wouldn’t continue to be that easy, as the
police beefed up patrol in response to these disappearances. For tonight, though, Auburn had pulled off
her first ever kidnapping. Without a
hitch.
And
tomorrow, Brittany, she thought to herself, I’ll protect your little sister for
you. You won’t have to do Richards’s
dirty work much longer.
Getting home, Auburn went
straight back to bed, oblivious of the firestorm that would break out tomorrow.
That was easy...I suspect trouble ahead...
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