Free Peek A Boo I See You (Emma Frost #5) by Willow Rose

have to look for him ourselves?
    "Who is he?" I asked again.
    "I've never seen him before," Morten said.
    "I thought you knew everybody."
    "Well, I don't, but Allan might. He grew up on this island. He knows everybody," Morten said.
    "Call him. Have him come here and take a look at the guy."
    Morten smiled. "Way ahead of you. He'll be here in any second." Morten stretched his neck to the sound of a car pulling up. "As a matter of fact, he's here now."
    Morten's colleague entered, took off his cap and nodded at me. "Hi Emma."
    I nodded back. There wasn't time for long hellos. "This is the guy," I said and pointed at the screen.
    Allan stepped forward and looked at the man kicking and knocking frantically, while screaming. I drew in a deep breath thinking that, with the rate he was going, the oxygen wouldn't last for the entire two hours.
    This is insane. There is no way to save this guy!
    "That's Anders Samuelsen," Allan said. "Irene Samuelsen's son. Her father used to own land on the west side of the island. When he died, she sold it all to some folks who built apartments down there for tourists. She made a fortune and never worked a day in her life."
    "Anders Samuelsen," Morten repeated. "What do we know about him?"
    Allan shrugged. "Not much. He kept to himself. Worked for a little while down at the harbor in one of the offices as an accountant, I believe. I had a friend working with him. He said the man was weird. Terrified of germs and touching handles. He could wash his hands for hours, my friend told me. It got really bad, as far as I know. He isolated himself and couldn't work anymore.
    "Anxiety," I mumbled. "OCD."
    "What did you say?" Morten asked.
    "He's mentally ill, just like Susie Larsen."
     

19
    February 2014
    " S O YOU'RE SAYING THIS guy targets the mentally ill?" Allan asked.
    I looked at the screen again, wondering how horrified the guy had to be…locked inside that awful box.
    "I think so," I said, and looked out the window as the local TV station's van pulled up. "He has a point with all this, I think. That's why he wants to keep Hummelgaarden open."
    Allan looked at Morten for answers. Morten shrugged. "A killer with a conscience, I know. It's highly unusual."
    "Welcome," I said to the journalist entering my home. I showed her and her cameraman inside the kitchen and pointed at the screen.
    "This is the guy we need to save. We have one hour and forty minutes to raise five hundred thousand kroner."
    "We're broadcasting a special report right now," the journalist said. "We're on live in two minutes."
    "Let's get it rolling then."
    I flattened my hair with my hand and straightened my shirt, hoping I didn't look too much like a crazy-woman trying to scam people of their money. The journalist and cameraman got ready. I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. I could spot Anders Samuelsen on the computer out of the corner of my eye.
    "And we're standing here with famous author, Emma Frost, who has taken it upon herself to raise the money that the killer has asked for to save Hummelgaarden. And Emma how much money will it take?"
    "We need to raise five hundred thousand kroner to save the place and save the life of Anders Samuelsen, whom the killer has taken hostage. I want to ask everyone on the island to look into their hearts and see if they can't spare a few hundred, maybe a few thousand kroner to make sure we reach the goal. We'll be collecting the donations at City Hall, at the harbor, and at the local police station. Heck, if you see an officer, then give him some money and he'll make sure it gets here. We, as islanders, need to stick together in this matter. We can save the life of one of our neighbors or friends."
    "Thank you, Emma Frost. Back to you Benny." The journalist looked at me and I could tell it was over. Then they started packing their gear down and soon they left.
    "That was it," I stated. I felt strange. A man's life depended on me and my performance. It was such an awful feeling; I felt so