Chapter 2
Jordan, Jax, Davy, and Tate dwarfed the little square table they sat around in the kitchen of their apartment. Each equipped with a pen and tablet, ready to brainstorm. They had decided to remain at that table until they had formulated a plan or at the very least, the start of one.
An hour later, they sat with little on their pages.
Frustrated, Tate threw down his pen and swiftly got to his feet. Striding from the room, he barked over his shoulder, “I’m going for a walk.”
The remaining three looked at one another as Jordan shrugged his shoulders saying, “Well, this isn’t getting us anywhere. Some fresh air is probably a good idea.”
The three walked outside wandering in different directions in search of the perfect plan.
Simon parked behind his apartment building. He ran inside fumbling with his key ring holding his keys many of them unknowingly “borrowed” from their owners. Alongside his well-used key to the gas station bathroom, he selected the key to the apartment building’s maintenance closet. If anyone ever caught him, he would just claim that the door was unlocked.
He extricated the handcart from the closet and slipped out the rear apartment building door with it.
When he approached his car, he laid the cart down, opened the car’s back door, and flopped Jane quickly onto the dolly. Hunched on the ground well hidden by his car, he hastened to tie a rag around her forehead to staunch the blood flow, not wishing to leave a telltale trail. He tied her to the hand cart with all the additional rags he could find littering his unkempt car.
Sneaking back through the apartment building’s rear door, he pulled the dolly behind him as it clunked up each step of the seldom used rear staircase.
At his apartment, he tore off the makeshift straps that held her to the cart and tossed her unconscious body onto his badly stained couch. He glanced at her with glee in his eyes and then back at the handcart with uncertainty deciding that it would be best to return the “borrowed” cart. He didn’t want to be interrupted with his captive.
Jane’s head was throbbing when she awoke. She opened her eyes to a dimly lit unfamiliar room. She searched her brain for where she was, but couldn’t remember. Her thoughts floated around in her head and every time she felt close to a complete thought, the idea would slip away.
Jane concentrated harder but this only made the pain in her head unbearable. She felt panic rise in her making it hard to breath, so she concentrated on normal breathing.
It wasn’t long before she detected an unpleasant odor. As she peered around her trying to understand the squalor she now found herself in, the door to the room opened and a man scurried in.
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Mystery / ThrillerSimon didn’t realize that he hadn’t hit the curb until he climbed out of his vehicle and discovered the young woman sprawled in front of his car. The woman was lying on the ground with blood seeping from a gash in her forehead, not responsive but de...
