Oh, that was definitely a choice.
A poor one.
Silently in the back seat, the killer waited, knowing that the right moment would happen.
It was a good thing that someone was patient.
When the man made a call, it was on speaker, so easy to overhear.
“I’m on my way home. It was a late night at work. I’ll see you there,” he said. “Yeah, I know. Stop nagging. Seriously. Can’t a grown man have a drink with some friends before the work week?”
From the back seat, there was chatter to be heard, and someone wasNOThappy.
A woman.
A feisty one.
Only, the call was ended, and the man driving the car began muttering to himself and cursing in Spanish.
Oh, someone didn’t need to worry about having fun or going home to an angry wife.
Someone didn’t have to worry at all.
That was coming to an end.
Now, that he’d checked in, and was driving down the deserted street toward his home, it was time to move.
As he was at a light, the person hiding in the back popped up, and covered his mouth with a rag. The guy had no chance.
He tried to get to his assailant, but the drug on the rag was just too much.
Slowly, he began succumbing to it.
Then, like the others, he was gone.
And that meant it was time to switch places, and take this‘fine’gentleman to a place to die.
“Don’t worry, Samuel. It’s all good. You have a purpose, and before the night is over, I’ll share what that is. Until then, I’m the one who will be having fun.”
Thankfully, he wouldn’t be missed until later.
By the time he was found, the trail would really be cold, and sometimes, that was exactly what a predator needed.
To escape.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
One Hour Later
Tucked Away
When he finally came to, he was tied down, and unable to move. That invoked panic and fear like he’d never felt before in his life.
His heart was racing, and he saw the figure not far away, but he, or she, was cloaked.
Shrouded.
Hidden.
