Billy heard his phone ringing from the living room. It's Daisys ringtone. "Damnit, I need that phone. If she's calling me, she's on the plane back here. It's too dangerous for them to come back now."
Tate went through the whole house. From one room to the next he yelled her name.
"Cassandra, where are you my lovely? I have your boy, I mean, our boy."
Billy heard him open the basement door and hoped he would go downstairs. Then he could break for the living room and get his phone and call Daisy back. His heart sunk when the ringing stopped. He didn't know if he would be able to get back in touch with her or not but he had to try. Tate's footfalls fell against the basement stairs. Billy thought of a better idea. He will lock him downstairs and call the police. He was so pumped with adrenalin right now, he could do almost anything.
He slowly stood up from the couch in the den and walked as quietly as possible. He had to make sure Tate wasn't going to be on the stairs when he got to the door. He listened; waited.
In the distance, he could still hear his voice but farther away.
"That means he is in the laundry room. Now or never, Billy."
With a quick slam of the door, Tate was downstairs for good. Billy grabbed the padlock laying on the table and locked the d...