Tyler saw the white van drive off.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He muttered underneath his breath, shifting the gears into drive. He backed out of the parking lot, fumbling for his phone.
911.
"Fire, ambulance, police. What's your emergency?"
"My friend. She's been kidnapped. By The Dancer, that guy, uh, Seth Daniels, Ceth Darne. The guy on the news." Tyler almost ran into the curb. Fuck, he was about to lose sight of the van.
"Sir, please stay calm. We're sending a team to your location now-"
"-No, no. There's a white van. Plate numbers, uh," Tyler squinted. What the hell did the plate numbers even say? "1TD36A."
"Okay, I'll give that to the team. You need to stay calm, and keep away from the van-" Tyler ended the call. Like hell he wasn't staying away from the van. Who the hell did this woman think he was, a wuss?
Tyler followed after the van. He was shaking. His uncle had just held a gun to Maddy's head. The girl he liked.
Maybe even loved.
The van turned right onto a street, and Tyler veered the car onto the same random street.
Wait, not a random street.
This street only led to one place.
Their old holiday cabin. The place the Ashborne's all used to stay during the summer.
They hadn't been here since their mom died. No wonder Uncle Seth had decided to use it.
Tyler picked up his phone again.
"Fire, ambulance, police. What's your emergency?"
"314 Celeste Street." Tyler said and repeated, "314 Celeste Street."
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The Dancer | Wattys2018 | COMPLETED
Mystery / ThrillerFour hundred victims. Fifty seven dancers. One murderer. The Dancer - a murderer who stalks and violently kills those who find their passion within the art of dance, his motive unknown. Madison Perelli - Daughter and ballerina to world famous dance...
