BAD ANGEL

Part 25

Instinctively, Angel moved to Lindsey’s fallen body and gently lowered him to the floor, turning him over while trying to stem the blood flow. But he had lost so much already, so quickly, the bullet having gone right through him. He knew his cousin was fading rapidly. Holding his hand, Angel called to him repeatedly, hoping to keep him conscious. For a brief moment Lindsey didn’t respond and Angel thought it was too late but after several long tense moments, Lindsey managed to open his eyes slightly.
Their eyes met and in that instant Angel saw the anguish in Lindsey’s eyes. Not simply his physical pain but the years of anguish he caused him. Lindsey had dedicated his life to protecting their interests and that’s exactly why he was dying. His anger momentarily forgotten, Angel was suddenly overcome with guilt. Feeling Lindsey squeeze his hand, albeit weakly, Angel gazed at his dying cousin, speechless.
Smiling grimly at the remorse in Angel’s eyes, Lindsey murmured, “Love her, show her.” His remaining strength slipping away, Lindsey’s weak grip on Angel’s hand slackened, his entire body going limp.

The gravity of what just occurred still hadn’t sunk in. Lindsey was dead. The words seemed hollow, their meaning obscure. Even as he closed Lindsey’s eyes and gently lowered his head to the floor, it was as if he was functioning on autopilot, his senses muted and dulled and he had no real sense of what was happening.
Crouching on the floor, Angel took in all the blood, his mind still grappling with what just happened. It was several long moments before he found his voice, “H-How did you know?”
Taking in the sight before him, “I didn’t. I came by as you asked me to. Of course this was the last thing I expected to come upon but as you know I always carry my revolver and good thing too. It seems I got here just in time.”
In all the shock Angel had forgotten that he called Quentin first, asking him to stop by to collect some documents before he took Buffy sailing.
“He wasn’t going to kill me.”
“That’s not how it looked from where I stood. He had a gun on you. Surely you didn’t expect me not to intervene.”
“There was no need to kill him. Wounding him in the leg would have been sufficient.” Angel’s voice was weary and heavy with regret.
“Yes I imagine it would have been but then I am not one for leaving a job undone.” Quentin’s unapologetic tone did not go unnoticed. It was obvious the old man used Lindsey’s revolt as an excuse to do what he always wanted.
Getting to his feet, Angel looked at Travers coldly but said nothing. If he did he was certain he would kill him and Travers was still holding his gun. Instead he wiped his hands then moved over to the safe behind his desk and began removing several documents and small boxes from it. Once the safe was empty he passed two files to Quentin.
Carefully watching him Travers asked, “Why was he threatening you?”
Sighing in exasperation “He was trying to get me to leave the country … to leave Buffy.”
“Why?”
“He thought it was best.” Angel answered softly. “Nonetheless I have to take her away from here. Lindsey alerted the feds to our location so I imagine they could burst in here at any moment.”
Taking it all in, Quentin offered, “Angelus I know you’re angry with me but let me help you. You don’t know what has been compromised, how vulnerable Lindsey has left you. Let me get you out of here. I can give you safe passage until you can assess how much damage has been done.”
Considering Quentin’s offer, he glanced at Lindsey’s body once more before nodding numbly. Despite Lindsey’s plea he couldn’t bring himself to part with Buffy.
At Angel’s nod, Quentin continued, “I’ll be waiting in the car after I check the rest of the house. Go and get your lady.”

Making his way upstairs Angel wondered briefly if Buffy knew that Lindsey was going to betray him. There was obviously some level of trust between them since Lindsey knew she was pregnant but then again Buffy didn’t really have anyone else to talk to. Lindsey on the other hand had other options. It was unlikely that he would have confided in her. Not that it mattered. He would certainly never harm her even if she did. He had no expectation of loyalty from her. But he needed to know just the same.
Cautiously entering the suite Angel slowly opened the bedroom door to find Buffy sitting on the balcony as she patiently waited to go sailing. She didn’t look like someone expecting to be rescued. Before alerting her to his presence, he took a moment to look at her, his mind drifting to the fact that she was carrying his child. However the pleasant family image was quickly marred by the fact that she refused to tell him and was probably planning to abort it. He couldn’t let that happen. He had lost Ethan and now Lindsey. Buffy and their child were all he had left.
Entering the room, he slowly approached her, unsure what to expect.

Hearing someone approach, Buffy turned to see Angel standing a few feet away from her. Glancing at him, she couldn’t hide her disappointment; she had been expecting Lindsey. But then suddenly her eyes widened in alarm as she took in his blood-soaked clothes.
“Oh my God! What happened?” She asked worriedly as she sprang from her seat towards him. “Are you bleeding?”
“It’s not my blood.” He assured her, the inference clear.
Fear taking hold, she asked hesitantly, her eyes welling up “L-Lindsey?”
So she did know.
“You knew what he was planning?” He asked as calmly as possible although he couldn’t help the break in his voice or the accusation in his eyes.
Sensing the tension in him she backed away slightly, her fear escalating. Obviously something had gone terribly wrong. “W-What he was planning? I-I only knew he wanted to speak with you alone. He told me to wait here.”
Looking at her warily, Angel moved closer, holding her firmly to him. Searching her eyes in earnest, he saw that she wasn’t lying, at least not about this. He always knew by her eyes.
Gently releasing her, he spoke sternly, “We need to leave right away. Pack enough clothes for about a week.” When she just stared at him, “Now Buff!”
The tension in his voice spurred her into action and she quickly ran into the closet, frantically pulling out clothes and throwing them into a small suitcase, her tears falling unheeded. Clearly Lindsey would not be coming back for her. She was too scared to think what happened to him. There was just so much blood. And in the back of her mind she was certain that her chance of ever going home was now lost. She was on her own.
Then suddenly strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Startled, she turned to find Angel had changed his clothes. She hadn’t even realized he was behind her.
“Are you ready?” He asked gently.
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
Tenderly wiping the tears from her cheeks, he held her closer murmuring, “I didn’t kill him. I wouldn’t have killed him.”
She clung to him, her tears coming harder. Lindsey was dead.
“He confronted me and we argued. He threatened me … that’s when Quentin intervened.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling her this but he knew that Lindsey was possibly the closest thing she had to a friend. She needed to know.
“Quentin killed him?” She asked shakily.
“Quentin’s always wanted to kill him.” Angel replied, his voice empty.
They stood, holding each other for several moments before Angel added, “We need to leave now.” Wordlessly he picked up his overnight bag and her small suitcase then taking her hand, led her out to the car.


A short while later Buffy and Angel sat together in the rear of Quentin’s jeep. They had left the villa some time ago but neither had spoken since. Angel was a mass of conflicted emotion. He was torn between grieving for Lindsey and being angry at his betrayal. He was furious with Quentin and resented the fact that he needed him to escape the FBI. And then there was Buffy. What was he going to do with her? His delight over her pregnancy was overshadowed by his exhaustion and grief. Part of him wanted to celebrate, to make love to her, that is if she’d let him. Unfortunately, all celebrations would have to wait until he knew just how badly Lindsey screwed him over.
Silently sitting next to him, Buffy closely watched Angel. Although he was silent and appeared calm, she was keenly aware of the tension rolling off him. She knew anything could set him off. Quentin seemed aware of it too as he hadn’t said a word to Angel since they got into the vehicle except to inform him that Luke and Adam were dead and that Lorne and the others had in fact departed some hours before. They all seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for the explosion. But it never came.
They pulled up to the hangar where Quentin’s helicopter awaited them. Having called ahead Quentin told Caleb to prepare for take off immediately.
Exiting the vehicle, Quentin’s driver loaded their few belongings onto the helicopter while Angel and Quentin briefly spoke.
Remaining in the vehicle at Angel’s request, Buffy couldn’t hear their conversation. She had no idea what was going on or why they needed to leave so urgently. She assumed Lindsey must have gotten help or rather she hoped so. That was the only explanation she could think of for Angel’s behavior. But now he was taking her away to heaven knew where. Would he manage to outrun the FBI again?

Within minutes Buffy, Angel and Caleb were airborne. Unbeknownst to Buffy, Quentin and Angel had agreed that while Quentin went ahead in his car and arranged safe passage, Angel and Caleb would keep Buffy at a secluded location until he got word to them.
As they flew Buffy again noticed how tense Angel was, his hands now trembling slightly. She couldn’t recall if they were trembling before but for some reason it bothered her. She knew Angel didn’t take loss well. From what he shared with her those many nights when they spoke in the darkness, she knew he still felt Ethan’s loss very deeply. And now Lindsey. Considering how Angel reacted after Ethan died, she was becoming increasingly worried that Lindsey’s death would set him off again. Would he take it out on her? Thinking over what Angel told her in the closet, she wondered if Lindsey told him about the baby during their confrontation. He hadn’t mentioned it yet but maybe he wasn’t ready to. Or maybe Lindsey hadn’t. She didn’t know how she felt about it either way. Trying not to think about it, she looked out over the lush greenery whizzing past.

A while later the helicopter landed at Strawberry Hill. Buffy immediately recognized it when they began their descent in the misty mountains. This is where they would stay until Quentin contacted them.
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Disembarking, Nikki met them on the platform and quickly escorted them to one of the more secluded cottages. Once they were settled, she and Caleb left them and returned to the main guest area.

For a few moments they stood around awkwardly, neither really sure what to say or do. Finally breaking the silence, “We’ll probably be here until morning so feel free to order whatever you wish. If you need anything else, let me know.” And with that he sat out on the balcony.



Giles sat with Hank, Joyce and Dawn as they waited anxiously for word on Buffy. It had been several hours since Gunn and Spike left and they knew it would be at least several more hours before they heard anything. This was possibly the longest day of their lives, excepting the day the girls were abducted. As they waited they tried filling the time to distract themselves but it was useless. Their minds were all on Buffy.
Attempting to allay their concerns, Giles tried to be as reassuring as possible but they all knew there were no guarantees. As promising a lead as this was, there was always the chance, however remote, that it was false or even worse, that Rayne may escape with Buffy again. But they clung to the hope that some time soon their daughter would be safely home.
Sitting next to Giles as he and Dawn played a game of Chess, Joyce asked, “Rupert … who exactly is in charge of the rescue?”
“The FBI. The Jamaican authorities are acting primarily in a support role. They are monitoring the air and sea ports to ensure Rayne doesn’t escape. Once Gunn and Spike arrive they will assess the situation and attempt a rescue.”
“Attempt?” Hank asked worriedly.
“Unfortunately yes. I hate to use such an uncertain word but since I really don’t have any more specifics on the situation I must err on the side of caution.”
At their discouraged expressions Giles added, “I realize this is difficult and I wish I could predict the outcome with absolute certainty, unfortunately I can’t. But one thing I am certain of is Spike. If there’s a chance, and I believe there is, he, Gunn, Oz and Clem will do everything in their power to bring her home.”
Nodding in understanding, Joyce moved closer to Hank. Their differences aside, she knew they had to hold onto each other. If Giles was right and there was a chance of success, Buffy would be home by the following day. But for now that hope was all they had.



Much of the day passed without incident. Buffy ate lunch, read, watched some television and then ate dinner, trying to keep her mind occupied. The entire time Angel remained on the balcony, speaking to no one. He hadn’t eaten, he rarely even moved. Despite her efforts to distract herself, Buffy was getting more and more worried about him. And about her safety. Somehow Lindsey’s death made her realize just how much she wanted to live and recalling his warning, she was not about to jeopardize her life.
As night approached, she took a shower and got ready for bed. Although she was worried she couldn’t bring herself to approach him, at least not yet. He was too unpredictable. But she did order something for him to eat when she ordered her dinner. At least it was there if he wanted it. Turning out the light she hoped things would be better in the morning.

Sitting on the balcony, Angel reflected on his life. Never did he think he would ever feel this kind of pain again. Lindsey was dead. And as angry as he was over his betrayal, somehow he felt responsible for it all. Lindsey died because of him. If he hadn’t been so selfish, if he hadn’t been so blind, his cousin might be alive. Remembering the portrait of them as boys, his soul mourned the loss. Nothing would ever be the same.
Just then he noticed Buffy had turned off the main light, leaving on only the softer light from the bathroom. He assumed she was going to bed. Thinking of the baby she was carrying, he smiled gravely, a new life, a new generation. Buffy and their child were now his everything.

Finally getting up Angel quietly slipped into the cottage, making his way to the bathroom when he noticed the covered dish. Uncovering it he saw the chicken Caesar salad and a small bowl of soup. Smiling at her thoughtfulness he glanced at her sleeping form as he covered the dish again, he would eat shortly. Absently running his hands through his hair as he moved to the bathroom, he cringed when his fingers encountered a sticky substance. Knowing immediately that it was dried blood, he decided to take a shower first.

Gunn and Spike stood with Oz, Clem and several FBI and Jamaican officials in the main hall of Angel’s villa in Runaway Bay. Once they arrived in Jamaica it took several hours to locate the home but now it seemed they were too late again. This couldn’t be happening.
“We found two other bodies in what looks like a security room. They were shot to death.” The head of the Jamaican contingent informed them.
“Lindsey McDonald was also shot.” Gunn added.
“Do you think he was the one to contact us?”
“Probably but I guess Rayne figured out what he was up to.”
“Bollocks!!!! This can’t be happening again. The man can’t have that much bloody power to just waltz out of here with the FBI, Interpol and Jamaica’s finest searching for him.”
“Actually sir, I just received word that Rayne’s plane departed early this morning before we were informed of the situation. But we think he is still in the country. The servicemen at the hangar claim that only three men boarded the flight, none of them matched Mr. Rayne’s description.”
“He wasn’t on the plane?” Gunn asked skeptically.
“No sir, neither he nor the young lady.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Red herring.” Oz replied. “He probably figures while we’re chasing after the plane he’ll be able to escape undetected.”
“Bloody wanker.”
“Hmm, is there any way your people can discover his whereabouts?” Gunn asked.
“We can search all the local airstrips, hotels and tourist areas where they’re likely to blend in but it’ll take time.”
“Well let’s not waste any more of it.”



Some time later Angel emerged from the hot steamy shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Standing before the sink, he wiped across the mirror and looked at himself. His life had changed so much in the past months. Losing Ethan so quickly after finally getting him back, finding Buffy and discovering his love for her and now this. He barely recognized the man looking back at him.
Then as his gaze shifted to the reflected bathroom door. “Did I wake you?”
“Not really, I had trouble sleeping.”
He nodded in understanding then, “Thank you for ordering the food. I’ll get to it shortly.”
She nodded in return, relieved that he was at least talking again.
But soon an awkward silence descended upon them as both stood watching the other. It was the elephant in the room that neither dared mention but both desperately wanted the other to.
Becoming increasingly uncomfortable, Buffy decided she had to know if Lindsey told him.
Cautiously stepping forward, “Where are we going?” She asked as casually as possible.
Waiting a beat, “Um, I haven’t decided yet. I need to assess a few things first.”
Not satisfied with that she pressed, coming even closer “Do you need me to do anything?” She knew she was being unusually helpful and was probably tipping her hand but she had to do this.
Looking at her momentarily, “Unfortunately there’s nothing you can do about this.”
Now mere inches from him, she hesitantly reached out and caressed his bare chest.
When he simply looked at her she wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face against him whispering, “I’m so sorry.”
He wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for. Lindsey? Not telling him about the baby? Both? But as she started lightly kissing his chest he knew exactly what she was trying to do and he was in no mood for it.
Firmly grasping her arms, he unwrapped them from his waist and gently moved her away from him. At her shocked expression, he warned, “Don’t start what you aren’t prepared to finish.”
Stunned by his rejection she countered, “I’m not toying with you. I just don’t want to be scared of you.” At his dubious look she added, “Yes Angel, you’re scaring me. You told me how bad things got after your father died …” She stopped, not wanting to push him too far. Taking a deep breath, “I can’t go through that again Angel. I need to know if you blame me for this, if you hate me now … if you’re going to …”
Her words were cut off when his lips descended upon hers, his arms holding her close. Immediately responding to his ardor, she returned his kiss, their mouths mating hungrily. Deepening the kiss, Angel suddenly lifted her, making his way to the bed.
In a whirlwind of passion, grief and desperation they held each other, kissing passionately, their hands touching and groping, stroking each other to a frenzied pace.
Knowing exactly where this was headed, Angel pulled back, grasping onto his last shred of control as he hovered over her. Taking a deep calming breath, he panted, “Are you sure?”
Bringing his hand to her breast she nodded then finally opening her eyes, answered, “Yes.”
It was all he needed.
Rolling them he lifted her blouse, latching onto her as she straddled him. Crying out as he suckled her, her fingers tangling in his damp hair Buffy held on as ripples of pleasure coursed through her, enflaming her desire. Lightly kissing the top of his head as he nursed from her, she became increasingly aware of the moisture pooling between her thighs as he ground his erection against her, her body’s response to his ministrations beyond words. She refused to think about where this was going or that she was losing hope of ever going home. All she knew was that Angel’s grief went deep and at that moment he could still go either way. She had to keep him grounded, if only for her own sake.
Rolling them again, Angel kissed along her neck and down her body, freeing her of her clothing. Reaching her hips, he trailed his tongue along her pelvis, lavishing her with adoration as he removed her pajamas. Then suddenly his mouth was upon her, gently sucking her clit as he lightly caressed her core. Encouraging her to spread her legs further for him, his fingers delved into her depths sending a shudder through her. Plunging deeper and deeper, he licked her clit mercilessly, tickling her until she was keening and writhing wildly. Holding her in position, he spread her wider, his tongue now plunging into her as he fondled her with his thumb.
Buffy could no longer think. Her hands were entangled in his hair, holding him to her, her body on fire. She could come at any moment.
Listening to her breathy cries and moans almost sent him over the edge but he needed to come with her, to see her eyes as they pleasured each other. Freeing himself, he stroked his length until he felt the telltale fluttering of her impending climax. She was ready for him.
Denying her for the moment, he pulled away and kissed up her body, his thumb still fondling her clit. Positioning himself at her core, he continued fondling her as he slowly thrust into her. Entering inch by agonizing inch, he kissed her deeply, distracting her from the slight discomfort she was sure to feel.
Feeling his length within her, Buffy broke the kiss, grasping his forearms as he thrust deeper. Gazes locked, Angel groaned as he sheathed himself fully in her depths, pausing briefly as she accommodated him.
Slowly pulling back, Angel withdrew almost completely before fully sheathing himself again, eliciting a loud gasp from her. Feeling her wrap her legs around him, he began a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust penetrating deeper, getting progressively harder, his thumb still worrying her clit.
Buffy had never felt anything like it. This was not merely a physical release but something else entirely. She was caught in his eyes, the escalating pace of their fusion setting her aflame. She grasped onto him, her nails digging into his back at the force of his thrusts. She could hear their dual cries of passion but they seemed distant, removed. All she knew was his eyes and the immense feeling surging through her. And then she was falling, her blinding orgasm igniting seemingly endless waves of incredible sensation as she spiraled to oblivion, taking Angel with her.

Buffy and Angel remained entwined in each other’s arms for some time, their passion sated. Basking in post-coital repose, Angel absently stroked her stomach, relishing her warmth as his mind drifted to the child growing inside her. Buffy was pregnant. Smiling to himself, he again pictured them as a family, him, Buffy and their child. A boy, a girl, it didn’t matter, his heart already overflowing with love for it. The baby was a part of them, the result of their … love?
Deep down he knew that was not true. If it were wouldn’t she have told him? Wouldn’t she have been so happy to know they had created life? But she wasn’t. She was devastated; in fact it nearly destroyed her. Suddenly a deep sadness washed over him, their baby was not the result of love and tenderness. The child was the result of rape, anger and hatred. Conception could only have occurred during that darker time at the ranch. No wonder she was so distraught. Remembering the night of her catatonia, he grimaced as he recalled the vacant stare in her eyes, her utter breakdown. She seemed to have just given up. Even now, although she was with him and seemed to be improving he knew she wasn’t the same. A part of her was lost that night, never to be recovered. And the truth was she wasn’t improving, she was accepting it, her will to fight slipping away. He could feel it. What Lindsey said was true, she was barely holding on. And if he really loved her he would see it. But he did see it. He knew deep down as he held her that night that he had caused it, that he was killing her but he didn’t know how to make it better. Or rather he refused to see how to make it better so he did nothing. He thought if he were gentle and patient enough his love would be all she needed. And he did love her. He loved her as much as he could, as much as he knew how. He would give anything for her; do anything for her. And as realization dawned, a lone tear fell from his eye.
It wasn’t enough.
She was giving up and losing herself in the process. That was probably why she gave in to him just now. She had lost her only ally and was ensuring her safety.
She did not love him and probably never would. Only fear drove her to share his bed. Would he accept a life built on that? Did he want his child to see the fear in Buffy’s eyes as he saw in Darla’s? Was he going to stand by and let the woman he loved fall?
Grappling with the implications, he shifted against her, looking into her eyes, “Buffy my love, I,” He paused, searching for the right words, “I can hardly believe he’s gone, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this nightmare.”
Hearing the anguish in his voice she touched him, cupping the side of his face.
At her gentle touch Angel caressed her hair, knowing he would never deserve her tenderness, let alone her love. “I could never blame you for this, not for any of it. You’ve no need to fear me; I am not that man anymore. How can I possibly be after loving you?” Then stroking her stomach, “What we have together is precious to me. You are so precious to me. No matter what happens, always remember that I will never abandon you … or our family.”
Buffy’s breath hitched at his words, their gazes locked. He knew about the baby.
Eyes glistening, she tried to explain, “Angel please, I-“
“Shhh.” He quieted her with a kiss, stroking her soothingly.
Unsure how to read him she returned his kiss, thoughts of them as a family filling her mind. The prospect was terrifying but she would not fight him. If she cooperated perhaps her future would be bearable.
Feeling their earlier passion quickly returning, Angel pulled back, not willing to take her again. Not through fear.
Trembling slightly, he lowered himself to her abdomen, gently kissing her firm stomach. Caressing her, his heart ached as he imagined what might have been had they met differently, had he not been consumed with hatred. Imagining her body expanding with child, he wondered if she would keep it or would she …
He dared not continue.
He loved Buffy; of that he was certain. The fate of their child he would leave to her.
Resting his head on her abdomen, he whispered, “I’ll never leave you.”
Then holding her close, he enjoyed their last moments as a family.


Sunlight streamed through the windows as Buffy gradually woke, her body aching slightly from her exertions the night before. Discovering she was alone, she got up and went into the shower. She assumed Angel was busy making arrangements with Quentin and Caleb. As she dressed, she ordered breakfast, waiting patiently for Angel to return. He still hadn’t returned by the time Nikki brought her order and when she asked her about him, the young woman simply said that he was with Caleb. Thinking nothing of it, she ate and prepared to leave.
Some time later, Nikki returned to collect her tray, a small envelope in her hands. Puzzled when the young woman handed the envelope to her, she saw that it indeed had her name on it.
Her heart lurched, a deep uncertainty settling over her. Sinking onto the bed she took a deep breath and slowly opened it.
The note written in Angel’s unique penmanship simply said,

Remember,

A

Remember what? Just then her eye caught a glimmer of gold hidden within the envelope. It was a simple gold ring with the inscription “Always.”

Buffy choked as she dropped the ring, her eyes welling up as reality hit. Then she recalled his promise to never abandon her or their family. She hadn’t realized what he meant.
Rushing to her side, Nikki picked up the ring, placing it and the note securely in the envelope. Then she took Buffy’s hand, “He called the U.S. Embassy before he left and told them where to find you. The FBI will be here any minute.”
Shaking as tears ran down her cheeks, Buffy was a mix of joy and sadness, relief and disbelief.
Angel let her go.

Just then a helicopter landed and within minutes they heard voices of men shouting as they fanned out, securing the area.
Completely out of sorts, Buffy nearly fainted when two men, a tall black man and a slightly shorter white man with startling white hair entered the door to the cottage, both in FBI uniforms.
“Ms. Summers?” Gunn asked. He was fairly certain it was Buffy but she looked somewhat different from her photograph.
When she just stared, awestruck, Spike tried, “Buffy?”
Realizing they were waiting for her to speak, she quickly wiped her tears, responding, “Y-Yes, I’m Buffy Summers.”
“I’m Special Agent Charles Gunn, this is my partner William Armstrong. We’re here to take you home.”


Miles away Angel sat in the crew quarters on one of Travers’ ships watching television. Quentin had managed to smuggle him in with the crew and he was using a spare sleeping room until the ship got to Japan. It certainly wasn’t the best accommodations he’d ever had but it was decent and comfortable enough. But his mind wasn’t on his present surroundings anyway. He was too preoccupied with the sight on the news, a major development in the abduction of Senator Summers’ daughter. He watched transfixed as CNN’s correspondent in Jamaica reported on her rescue, the unknown whereabouts of her kidnapper, the ongoing effort to bring him to justice and the anticipated arrival of the senator, his wife and their other child in Miami, Florida.
Angel remained rooted in place, watching for hours until he saw the plane reportedly carrying Buffy and her FBI escorts land safely in the U.S. where her parents eagerly awaited her.


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