Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Hillside the Novel

Alexander wiped the sweat from his eyes as he searched frantically in the old desk for the worn envelop. He knew had to be there, but it wasn't where he had put it. The phone call he'd just received caused his stomach to roll and his heart to race.

 “If you don’t deliver the information to the mailbox at the Old Mill in an hour, you wife will be in grave danger.”

Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, and he knew the gravelly voice on the other end of the line meant business: bad business.

His chest hurt; he took short quick breaths trying to quell his nausea and concentrate on the task. It had to be here somewhere. When his vision blurred and his head started to spin, he knew he was in trouble.

Nate; he had to pass the information on to his son. Why hadn’t he done it before now? Nate was the last hope for Anna. He grasped his chest as he slowly fell to the floor.