Chapter 16: Part 5

Delanie pulled the sheet tighter around her shoulders. She'd been awake all night long doubting the intelligence of her plan. Who the hell could sleep with the threat of a lunatic in the shadows? This had to end. She should have packed up her things and returned home. Only a few days had passed since she'd left the island with Sam. Being away from the island helped her to relax but relaxing meant giving up power and letting this guy win. She'd heard what he'd done to Amanda. She wouldn't allow that to happen to her.



The guy had to die, that was her only option. She came back to the island to entice him. Force him to strike and then she would take him down. How, she didn't know. People were supposed to be in place to save her, but were they really out there?



What if Bill didn't show up? Could she trust that Sam would make it back here before the killer struck? What if the maniac who attacked her beat them both back to the island. What if he sat outside her door, just waiting to make his move?



She'd be powerless against him if he had a gun. She should have thought this through. No way could she take this guy down on her own.



With as much control as she could muster she went for the satellite phone and dialed Sam's number. No one picked up. She waited a few minutes then tried again. Still no answer.



Next she dialed Bill's phone. Nothing. Maybe he was in the helicopter still. But he shouldn't be. He should already be on the island, staking out the place and keeping her safe. Her last hope was to call the phone for the cop who drove her over here on the fast boat they'd rented. His phone was for emergencies only. Dire emergencies.



For some strange reason she doubted if the cop who drove the boat over would see her fear as an emergency, but she sure as heck did. It scared the crap out of her to be stuck out here alone. He didn't answer either. She stared at her phone, wondering how the hell she could contact someone who might be close.



She was about to call Sam again when she heard something. A small scraping noise sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. She bit her lip and held her breath. The noise sounded again, closer this time. She needed to speak with Sam or Bill, she didn't care who as long as they were close to the island. Her hands shook as she pushed in the number for Sam. As the phone rang on the other end she started praying, knowing that if he didn't answer she would probably die before she got a chance to see him again.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011