When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirteen: I Met A Girl

Nick

I watched through my binoculars as Samantha pulled up in her car. Binoculars. Was I an action movie character?

Still, it was the only reliable way I could watch her to make sure she was safe.

She shut her engine off and waited. I spotted the gunman on the roof of Fan's Diner. Another was perched in a tall tree across the street. I knew two more were in the bushes surrounding the parking lot.

A couple moments later, a van pulled up.

Really? Was a van necessary?

The man who stepped out now had my full attention. He was tall. She would be no match for him if he decided to get physical.

For once in your life, Samantha, don't be too stubborn. Use the gun.

I watched with steady breath as she exited her own vehicle. I took notice that she left the doors unlocked.

Good thinking.

She approached him, but left a considerable amount of space between them. It was understandable. No one would want to be alone with that man in an abandoned parking lot at this time of night.

The first voice came through the small speaker sitting on my dash board. It was wired to Samantha so I'd be able to hear everything.

"Samantha Rogers?" the man asked. Well they certainly liked to put on a show. He definitely knew it was her since they'd been stalking her for some time now. Why did he feel the need to ask?

"Yes," she whimpered.

I could tell she was afraid, but I knew this was something she could handle. There was no way he actually thought they were alone. He wouldn't try anything.

At that moment, a car passed me, and I muttered a curse word to myself. It was gone before I could duck my head down. Thankfully, it passed me by, as well as the diner. It wasn't a threat.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked her. What an odd encounter. Why would he be asking her these things?

"Um, no I don't," she whispered, I could barely hear her over the speaker.

"I'm a friend of your father's. He misses you," the man told her. So that was their plan. Get her comfortable.

She wouldn't fall for it.

Just as I suspected, she shot back a spiteful phrase, "Does he now?"

Just off to the side on the binoculars, I spotted movement on the rooftop of the diner. I moved to look and then everything went dark. I couldn't see a thing.

Frantically, I discarded the binoculars in the back seat and ripped my radio from its docking station.

"This is Sanduvol. Take the shot. Now."

Nothing. Nothing was happening. Not even anything over the speaker.

Growling, I fished my cell phone out of my pocket and hit her speed dial number. My foot tapped at a pace faster than light as I waited for her to pick up.

Suddenly, a voice filled the speaker again.

"I don't think that's a smart move," the man's voice filtered into my car. My fury was almost uncontrollable. I squinted out of my windshield and caught sight of their silhouettes. And what I was certain was a gun.