Jay had never been so fucking glad for a tracking device in all his life. He had a beacon leading right to where Patric was. He'd follow it and find Patric, and hopefully the serial killer. All he had to do was go give his team some instructions on how to proceed and he'd be off to rescue Patric.
~GP~
Patric woke up with a horrible headache. He immediately tried to reach his hands up and massage his temples only to find them bound behind his back. In fact, he was trussed up like a damn thanksgiving turkey. Thrown in the corner of some dilapidated looking room like yesterday's trash. Or a hostage, he thought grimly as he remembered how he had gotten into this hairy situation. All he wanted was to have a few minutes by himself. So, while Mia was waiting at the deli, he snuck away from her deciding he's wait outside for her to finish shopping instead of following her around the store like some kind of helpless puppy. He had been standing so close to the front of the store, he couldn't believe something had happened.
And what exactly had happened?
It was a little fuzzy but... someone, he thought, someone might have drugged him.
Maybe Chloroform?
Patric didn't really know drugs too well. Was that the one that was supposed to smell sweet?
He wasn't sure.
He did remember a cloth being pressed to his mouth and nose, then nothing.
There were footsteps.
He heard them outside the room.
Slowly getting louder.
Fuck.
Whoever it was, they were getting close.
Finally the footsteps stopped.
It seemed like an eternity until the barely-attached door to his cell was open.
"Russell?"
How did Russell find him?
This was awesome! He was saved.
"That's right," Russell greeted, sounding strange compared to how he normally addressed Patric. It was hard to explain. Kind of sounded hardened and choked with emotion all at the same time. Like somebody had just told him that Santa Claus the Easter Bunny and Stephen Hawking were not real, all at the same time.
"Pat, it's been a while," Russell greeted in that same detached voice. He crossed the room and kneeled down in front of Patric, patting his cheek roughly with his dirty hands, "Here's what's gonna happen, my friend: you're going to do exactly what I say or everyone you care about is going to die."
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Mystery / ThrillerPortersville is a small town with a big problem. A serial killer with a penchant for crappy rhymes is at large and with not even one suspect the only link between the cases thus far: spray paint. Graffiti artists beware, lead investigator Jason Gran...
