Catcther

Chapter 4

    Brihington pulled over into the emergency lane of the overpass. He watched the women bent over messing with her tires. He stepped out of his car, startling her with the slam of the door. He walked towards her and she stepped back looking warily around.

Can I help you mam?

"No, I'll be calling the tow servi-"

"I'm afraid I can’t let you do that miss, seeing as how general public welfare’s my duty and all" He pulled out his badge. "Detective Dick Brihington" he said, flashing her one of his dazzling miles.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

  After determining the cause of her distress (which was a flat tire), he helped her change it. “You know, you should really learn how to do these things on your own. Can't have a beautiful miss like you getting stranded out there". He rolled out from underneath her vehicle.

"Oh dear" she cried,” I hadn’t realized that this was such a messy job"

Her voice was sweet and slightly high pitched the perfect complement to her delicate features.

"Yeah, your tires fixed, but I'm afraid that’s not the only problem. Hole in the gas tank's leakin' all over the place"

“This can't be possible, I just filled it up not too long ago"

"Not a problem miss" He pulled out his cellular phone, "I'll give you a ride home, in the meantime looks like we're gonna need that tow service after all"

***

Entering I-80 West, they drove seven hours into Iowa, during which time K.C had accepted her fate. She wondered why the killer hadn't already done away with her. Did he do this all the time? Traveling from state line into various counties abducting and killing women? Didn't he have a life? She couldn’t imagine the expenses, how much it cost him to consistently travel and support himself. The reports stated that the victims were all from different ethnic groups, various back grounds and were of all ages but never specifically stated where they were from. K.C Resolved. She would not fight. She would not give him the satisfaction. After all, that’s what it was all about wasn’t it? The thrill?

Matt pulled off onto the dirt road. He drove deep into the woods, off the road onto the vegetation. Coming to a subtle stop, he pulled her out of the car. He'd made sure it was well hidden underneath some branches and dirt. The kidnapper guided her a quarter mile further into the woods. "This is for your own good" said the disguised voice.

What, death?

She was lead up some steps and onto a wooden porch. He standing her to the side, he searched, fumbling for the keys. Once inside he tied her to a chair bringing her arms around one of the wooden beams fastening it with rope. He built them a fire and brewed some coffee. It was only 2200 but he had the feeling it was going to be a long night.

"I will remover your blindfolds"

The voice both shocked and intimidated her.

"You will not scream. He paused "You can but no one but me will hear you. The next neighbor is twenty mile away and I'd rather you keep your mouth shut". Walking, he strode over, squatting in front of her. "Do you understand? Shake your head once for no and twice for yes. If your answer is no, know that  you will stay like this until this entire ordeal is over.

Karen sat defiant. Unmoving

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She started, shaking her head once, then twice, then multiple times like a boggle head.

"What is that? A yes, no, or maybe so?" he grunted.

She convulsed with fear, shaking her head from side to side.