Deadly Stillwater

“Nothing, I assume?” the chief said.

“We crapped out,” Riles replied.

“No surveillance cameras?” Burton asked.

Everyone just shook their heads.

“Probably wouldn’t have mattered,” the chief said. “I know the place. It’s right on County 24 up there and when he pulls out of the parking lot…”

“He’s got options,” they all replied in unison.

“Plus, if the abduction is any indication, even if there was surveillance or we got a plate, I’ll bet you it was stolen,” Mac said. “These guys have thought this through. They knew exactly what they were doing and were gone like that.” He snapped his fingers, a little admiration in his voice.

The group hashed over the abduction, River Falls and Clearwater all over again, but a sense of helplessness, at least for the time being, pervaded the room. If there were to be any progress, it would come from Lyman’s files, some tip, or a mistake by the kidnappers. Finally, the chief suggested Lyman try to get some rest.

“One thing I want to do first,” Lyman said as he reached inside a duffel bag. “I prepared a couple of these black bags while you were gone.” He handed one to Mac and one to Riley. “The bag contains a vial of Glucagon, a needle, and a syringe. You would administer this if her sugar is too low.”

“Wouldn’t she need insulin?” Mac asked.

“She may and I’ve included a vial of that as well. I’ve also included a spare glucose meter. If you find her, depending upon when and the last time she took insulin and depending upon what her blood sugar is, she may need either Glucagon or insulin. Are you familiar with this Mac?”

“I used one once,” Mac said.

“Me, too,” Riles added.

“Good. But as a refresher for you guys, here is what you do.” Hisle showed the group the contents and instructed them in administering the proper dosage.

Mac asked the hard question.

“How long can she go without insulin?”

“It’s hard to say,” Hisle answered. “She has had some episodes in the past where she went without insulin for just a few days and got very sick. So it depends upon when she last took insulin and I suppose whether she has any with her and they let her take it. If she hasn’t been diligent and she doesn’t have any with her she could have issues within a few days. So it just depends on when she last had insulin. Did you find her purse at Cel’s?”

“No,” Mac answered, “Just her cell phone and keys.”

“Well, if they have her purse, hopefully she’ll have an extra dose or two with her. She should. I’ve always told her she needs to do that, but she’s a college kid. If she has insulin with her and they allow her to take it, she shouldn’t have a problem, at least not for a few days. If she doesn’t have insulin with her, she doesn’t get the proper food, and then if this goes for a while, it could be an issue, a big issue.”

“What do you mean by a big issue?” Mac pressed.

“If she goes too long without insulin, she can become disoriented and then eventually pass out. If it goes beyond that, she could end up in a coma. That almost happened once a few years ago.”

“So if we find her, we give her some insulin or Glucagon and that should help get her blood sugar back in line.”

“At least until she gets medical attention. She knows what to do if she has insulin and food available.”

“Then let’s hope they’re taking care of her,” Burton said. “I expect they will. If there is a demand for ransom, which is what we’re hoping for here, they’ll take care of her.”

“If anything comes up, anything at all, we’ll let you know,” the chief said, “but for now, my friend, you need to try to get some sleep.” The chief added as he walked Lyman out of the library and put him in the custody of his sister, who would take him across the house to his room. Hisle was spent and exhausted. He needed to rest, although sleep would likely prove elusive.

Once sure that Lyman was gone, Lich cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Are we sure Lyman is in the clear?” Mac shot Lich a look, as did a few others, but he was undeterred.

“I’m sorry, but the question has to be asked.”

“And it’s been answered,” the chief answered sternly. “Lyman’s clear.”

“Burton and I put him through the paces,” Peters added.

“For the record,” Lich replied, noting the looks from others, “I didn’t think he had anything to do with it. But I thought a prudent investigator should ask the question.”

Mac took his chance to change topics.

“So what do you think? Is this all about money?” he asked Burton. There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

“That’s certainly a part of it,” Burton replied and added confidently, “And if it is, we’ll have a good shot at catching them.”

“Because of the drop?” Lich asked.

“Exactly,” Burton replied, “Hell, I always pray it’s about the money. If it’s about the money, the person kidnapped stands a better chance of making it. The other thing is that if it’s about the money, that gives us a good chance of catching them because they have to pick up the money. That’s when we get ’em.”

“What are the odds on the drop?” Peters asked.