you?'
It was a cheap shot, but she let it go.
'I mean, she doesn't exactly look like me, does she?' he continued.
'She doesn't exactly look like me either, Jimmy, but I can tell you with total and utter certainty that she's mine.' She paused. 'And yours.'
He nodded, conceding the point, then once again his eyes drifted down towards the holdall of money. 'I'm looking forward to meeting her,' he said, but his tone was vague and it was clear his attention was focused elsewhere.
'You'll love her,' said Andrea quietly, feeling a sudden and terrible longing for her daughter. Tears stung at her eyes. She'd held it together so well today, but now, more than thirty-six hours since she'd last seen and touched Emma, the grim reality of her situation once again took her in its grip.
And there was something else, too. Could she really trust Jimmy?
The phone rang. The landline. It startled her.
She and Jimmy exchanged glances. She got to her feet, walked out into the hallway and picked up the receiver.
'Hello?'
'Mum?'
Relief and shock soared through her. It was Emma. Her Emma!
'Darling, oh God, is that you?'
'Yeah, it's me.'
'Are you OK, baby? Is everything OK?' Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn't care. She was just ecstatic to be hearing her daughter's voice.
'I'm fine,' answered Emma, her voice small. She sounded afraid. 'They say I should be home tomorrow, if you've got the money.'
'I've got the money, baby, don't worry. We're going to have you home by tomorrow night, I swear it. God, it's so good to hear you're all right.
They haven't hurt you, have they?'
'No, but it's . . .'
Emma broke off, and there was a minor commotion at the other end. It sounded like she was being moved away from the phone, and Andrea felt a wave of panic, as if she was losing her all over again. Emma cried out, but the cry was cut short. It sounded as if it was being muffled.
'Emma?' she shouted as the panic shot through her. 'Emma, darling, are you OK?'
For a few seconds there was silence. Then came the sound of a door being shut and a new voice came on the line.
'You've spoken to her, and you know she's alive, so we've kept our side of the bargain.' Once again the voice was disguised but the tone was more aggressive. Andrea thought it might be a different person from the one who'd called the previous night. 'Now it's your turn to keep yours. Have you got the money?'
'Most of it,' she answered breathlessly. 'I'll have the rest by tomorrow.'
'Good. Then you'll be hearing from us tomorrow night to make the final arrangements.'
'Don't hurt her, please,' begged Andrea, hating herself for showing her desperation, but unable to stop. The line, however, was already dead.
Slowly, she put down the phone. Jimmy had followed her out into the hallway and was staring at her with a look of concern. He didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, then he stepped forward and took her in his arms. She sank into them, burying her head against his chest.
'It's going to be all right,' he said quietly, the deep, gruff intonation of his voice suddenly making her feel safe.
That was the thing with Jimmy. Even now, he could inspire so many different and conflicting emotions. She breathed in his scent. He must have splashed on some more cologne after he'd had a shower earlier. It smelled strong, but somehow comforting.
'I spoke to her,' said Andrea, pulling away and looking at Jimmy. 'She's alive, Jimmy. She's alive.'
'See, I told you it was going to be all right, babe,' he said, continuing to hold her. 'These guys are professionals. They're not going to do anything to hurt her. She's their prime asset.'
Andrea didn't like his choice of words, nor the fact that he still hadn't referred to Emma by name, but she was too excited by the fact that she'd spoken to her to pay too much attention to that. Finally, she had confirmation that Emma was OK. She was scared, but it didn't sound like they'd hurt her, which meant she was going to get her back. This time tomorrow, she'd be