Ghostwalker 03 - Night Game
minimum.”
“I agree,” Nonny backed her up. “I’ve known Joy since she was a baby and she’d be horrified and humiliated to know anyone saw a movie of her. Her parents would feel the same.”
Wyatt stood up fast, knocking the kitchen chair over. “You really think that disc shows Joy being raped?”
Gator leaned over and righted the chair, his movements slow and deliberate. “I think there’s a good chance of it, yes. Worse, they probably put a drug in her drink so there’s a possibility she cooperated without knowing what she was doing.” He might as well get the worst out in the open. He’d long suspected Wyatt was concealing feelings for Joy. It had been Wyatt who insisted Nonny call Gator home.
Nonny wrung her hands together. “Guess I should do it. but I don’ know if I’ve got the heart for it.”
Gator swept his arm around her. “Not you, Grand-mere . Kadan, Flame, and I will watch it. Kadan can sometimes see things we miss. Flame might be able to remember details from the other day when she was assaulted, and I’m hoping to recognize where they might have taken her.” He looked up at his brother’s set features. “We could be wrong about all this, Wyatt.”
Gator’s hand found Flame’s and he gripped her fingers hard. They weren’t wrong. Flame was too certain of what had been in the car. She recognized evil when she saw it
—she’d certainly been exposed to what a madman, who believed himself above the law, could do.
“I feel like I should be helping,” Nonny said.
“Me too,” Wyatt added, coming up behind his grandmother and circling her waist with his arm.
Flame had the feeling it was as much for his comfort as for comforting his grandmother.
“Well, I brought the photographs with me. Some of them are pictures taken from Joy’s camera and they’re of various places in the bayou. Maybe if the two of you looked at them, you’d be able to figure out where the photos were taken.”
“That would help?” Nonny asked, patting Wyatt’s arm.
“Absolutely,” Flame said and passed the manila envelope to her.
Gator led Flame and Kadan into a small room they used for a television room. Nonny was very strict about entertaining versus entertainment. One didn’t view television with company present. She believed in visiting. Gator popped the first disc into the player and turned it on. No one sat down. Kadan leaned against the wall and Flame stood close to Gator near the screen. She had a wild idea if she was right and the disc exposed Joy’s humiliation and the crimes against her, then she would jump in front of the television to shield her.
The sound of a door closing opened the homemade movie. Joy Chiasson slid onto the backseat of the car. She looked startled to see James and actually reached for the door handle. It was locked. “I thought your father was meeting me to take me to see his friend.” Her voice was rich and smooth.
“He couldn’t make it,” James said. “He asked me to get you to the meeting. He thinks there’s a good chance you’ll come away from this with a recording contract.” The tinkling of ice could be heard. “Here, drink this. It will help calm you down. I’ll bet you’re nervous thinking about auditioning.”
“I’m a little nervous,” Joy admitted. The camera panned the backseat allowing them a view of Joy taking the tumbler of iced liquid from James—allowing them to see the smirk on his face and the bulge building in his lap.
“Sleazy little bastard,” Flame muttered. “I should have killed him when I had the chance.
They must have been coming back from being with her all night judging by their clothes and the smell.” She pressed her hand to her stomach in a small protest. “I remember now James smelled of sex. It was early morning. Why did it take me so freakin’ long to remember the details?”
“Give yourself a break, cher . You’d lost a lot of blood and then you were operated on,”
Gator soothed.
Flame tried to see the details objectively. The camera never panned to the windows, but focused on the back seat. Once Joy’s hands and ankles were tied and she lay helplessly sprawled out, James was particularly vicious, slapping and humiliating her, telling her he would never consider marrying such a slut.
When the walls of the room began to undulate and the floor shifted, she wasn’t certain if she was doing it or if it was Raoul.
“You both need to step out of the room,”
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