“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in less than thirty minutes. The FBI should arrive at the ranch any time now. Wyatt, they found Dr. Sheila Perkin’s body. She’s dead.”
“Son of a bitch!” Wyatt exclaimed then looked at Anna. “Hold on one moment, detective.” He covered the phone.
“Millie is missing. She went to look for Jessie because she was missing and then Sally came back saying she saw them with some really big guy near the end of the fields.”
“What’s going on?” Dalton asked as he approached.
“Tell him, Anna,” Wyatt stated then he spoke into the phone.
“Did you hear that, detective?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes. Find her, or she’s as good as dead.”
Wyatt hung up the phone.
“Let’s take the truck, Dalton.”
“Fuck!” Dalton yelled then jumped into Wyatt’s vehicle.
As they skidded out of the driveway, Wyatt called into the station and Dalton called Hank. As they drove out, Wyatt could see Anthony and Jeremy jumping into their truck along with two more ranch hands.
Wyatt sped toward the location where Millie was last seen.
* * * *
“Give me my money and you can have your little reunion,” Jessie told Frank as Millie tried to keep a distance from Frank. She wondered what the hell was going on that Jessie was asking for payment. Did he set this up? He must have found Jessie and convinced her to help him. That was just like Frank. He was manipulative and used his looks, his charms to get what he wanted. Millie took a step back, slowly trying to inch away. Maybe she could make a run for it. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
“Don’t move, Millie,” Frank stated firmly, and she froze.
“What do you want, Frank? You know I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”
He was in her face in a flash. The hit was quick and right to her belly. She hung over, gasping for air.
“Hold on to that thought, honey, while I tie up some loose ends,” he stated calmly and before Millie could look up Jessie fell to the ground screaming.
Millie was shocked and she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but blood gushed from Jessie’s belly.
Millie screamed then stumbled toward the ground as she attempted to run.
The large hand grabbed her hair, pulling her back up. She felt the slice to her arm, the sting of pain as she turned and pulled from Frank’s grasp.
He stood before her, arms wide, the hunting knife in one hand and the most evil, dark expression on his face. She wouldn’t pull her eyes from him to look at the gash to her forearm. She knew it was deep and she knew she would need stitches if she made it out alive.
“Don’t run, Millie. I really want to spend some time with you before I kill you.”
“You’re sick, Frank. You need help.”
“I need you, Millie. You’re my one and only lover and we belong together.”
She had to keep him talking. By now, Sally would have gotten back to the ranch and they would all be looking for her and Jessie.
“That’s not what I hear.”
“What?” he asked as he slowly walked toward her and she sidestepped. They were circling one another and he was about to pounce.
“I heard you were sleeping with your doctor, Frank. You cheated on me,” she stated, not knowing why she said that. She was rambling and trying her hardest to not reveal her fear of him. Her voice chattered no matter how hard she tried to calm herself. She was going to die. He just stabbed Jessie, he killed Clare and Stewart and who knew who else.
“I had to do that so I could get to you, don’t you see that, baby?” Frank replied.