her head.
"Listen to me," he said, speaking loudly over the alarm. "If you put in anything but the 'everything is fine' code, it'll be really fucking gory. Got it?"
Rebecca hesitated, and then punched in the proper numbers on the keypad. The alarm shut off.
"I sincerely hope you made the right decision," the man said. "Stupid untrusting bitch. I'll laugh my ass off if your husband does die before you see him."
Rebecca's eyes widened. "Gary's really hurt?"
The man grinned. "Ohhhhhh yeah. He's hurt bad."
"Where is he?"
"You may not ever find out. Because of your dumb stunt, we don't get to have the leisurely talk I'd planned. Now that you've put that code in, are they going to send somebody to investigate the alarm?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No." It was the truth, unfortunately.
"They had better not. If I see a cop, I'm going to start shooting, even if they're giving a parking ticket. Where's your cell phone?"
"It's in my purse."
"And where's your purse?"
"In the car."
"Let's go get it." Keeping his gun pointed at her, the man walked her back to the car. He reached inside and took the purse from where it rested on the passenger seat, then removed the cell phone. "I'd better not find a 911 call in your history. That would be terrible for both of us."
He pressed a couple of buttons on her phone and then nodded, apparently satisfied. He put the phone in his pocket then gestured with the gun. "My car's parked at the end of your driveway. Get moving. If it were up to me, I'd shoot you just for the hell of it, so don't give me any reason to give in to that temptation."
Rebecca began to cry as she walked down the driveway, which wound around in such a way that she couldn't see the road until right before she reached the end of it. She desperately wanted to keep the tears contained, didn't want him to enjoy her weakness, but the best she could do was withhold actual sobs from the man. Her whole body shook, both from the cold and the fear.
The car was a beat-up, rusty blue thing that looked like it would barely be able to support their weight, much less drive. The man stepped past her, took out a set of keys, and unlocked the trunk.
"See, you were going to get to be all comfy up front, but now I'm a little concerned that people may come looking for you. So guess where you get to ride, sweetie? Hope you don't impale yourself on the tire iron." He threw open the trunk lid, and then pointed the gun at her once again. "Hurry up."
She considered succumbing to the unbearable urge to fall to her knees begging and pleading. Not because she thought it would do any good, but perhaps she could distract him enough to take him by surprise. She didn't have high hopes for her chances of beating him in a physical fight, but she had to try something , didn't she?
No, not a good idea. Her neighbors may not have thought anything of the gunshots (target practice wasn't exactly rare in this area), but then again, they might decide to come over and investigate. She doubted very much that this man was bluffing--he seemed like he'd happily shoot anybody who wandered over to see what was going on. And if she didn't go with him, she might never find out what happened to Gary.
She climbed into the trunk, squeezing next to a cold, damp garbage bag.
"Sorry about the smell," said the man. "It usually takes me a few days to remember to stop at the Dumpster."
He grinned, saluted her, and then slammed the lid of the trunk shut.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alan was tempted to purposely hit a few bumps and potholes, just to rattle his captive, but he wasn't sure the piece of shit he was driving could take it. And then Stephen would have a hissy fit over the car, and Alan really wasn't in the mood to listen to that crap right now.
What a disaster. This should've been ridiculously easy: Pretend to be a cop then grab her when she opened the door. Granted, it would've been a better scam if Stephen's cheap-ass budget allowed for a real police
"Listen to me," he said, speaking loudly over the alarm. "If you put in anything but the 'everything is fine' code, it'll be really fucking gory. Got it?"
Rebecca hesitated, and then punched in the proper numbers on the keypad. The alarm shut off.
"I sincerely hope you made the right decision," the man said. "Stupid untrusting bitch. I'll laugh my ass off if your husband does die before you see him."
Rebecca's eyes widened. "Gary's really hurt?"
The man grinned. "Ohhhhhh yeah. He's hurt bad."
"Where is he?"
"You may not ever find out. Because of your dumb stunt, we don't get to have the leisurely talk I'd planned. Now that you've put that code in, are they going to send somebody to investigate the alarm?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No." It was the truth, unfortunately.
"They had better not. If I see a cop, I'm going to start shooting, even if they're giving a parking ticket. Where's your cell phone?"
"It's in my purse."
"And where's your purse?"
"In the car."
"Let's go get it." Keeping his gun pointed at her, the man walked her back to the car. He reached inside and took the purse from where it rested on the passenger seat, then removed the cell phone. "I'd better not find a 911 call in your history. That would be terrible for both of us."
He pressed a couple of buttons on her phone and then nodded, apparently satisfied. He put the phone in his pocket then gestured with the gun. "My car's parked at the end of your driveway. Get moving. If it were up to me, I'd shoot you just for the hell of it, so don't give me any reason to give in to that temptation."
Rebecca began to cry as she walked down the driveway, which wound around in such a way that she couldn't see the road until right before she reached the end of it. She desperately wanted to keep the tears contained, didn't want him to enjoy her weakness, but the best she could do was withhold actual sobs from the man. Her whole body shook, both from the cold and the fear.
The car was a beat-up, rusty blue thing that looked like it would barely be able to support their weight, much less drive. The man stepped past her, took out a set of keys, and unlocked the trunk.
"See, you were going to get to be all comfy up front, but now I'm a little concerned that people may come looking for you. So guess where you get to ride, sweetie? Hope you don't impale yourself on the tire iron." He threw open the trunk lid, and then pointed the gun at her once again. "Hurry up."
She considered succumbing to the unbearable urge to fall to her knees begging and pleading. Not because she thought it would do any good, but perhaps she could distract him enough to take him by surprise. She didn't have high hopes for her chances of beating him in a physical fight, but she had to try something , didn't she?
No, not a good idea. Her neighbors may not have thought anything of the gunshots (target practice wasn't exactly rare in this area), but then again, they might decide to come over and investigate. She doubted very much that this man was bluffing--he seemed like he'd happily shoot anybody who wandered over to see what was going on. And if she didn't go with him, she might never find out what happened to Gary.
She climbed into the trunk, squeezing next to a cold, damp garbage bag.
"Sorry about the smell," said the man. "It usually takes me a few days to remember to stop at the Dumpster."
He grinned, saluted her, and then slammed the lid of the trunk shut.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alan was tempted to purposely hit a few bumps and potholes, just to rattle his captive, but he wasn't sure the piece of shit he was driving could take it. And then Stephen would have a hissy fit over the car, and Alan really wasn't in the mood to listen to that crap right now.
What a disaster. This should've been ridiculously easy: Pretend to be a cop then grab her when she opened the door. Granted, it would've been a better scam if Stephen's cheap-ass budget allowed for a real police
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