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Vincent sat on the dilapidated picnic table and smoked a Newport. It had been at least 6 months since anybody had sat at the picnic table and it seemed like the squirrels owned the abandoned park. He had not yet checked on Tina but he knew by all the kicking and screaming that she was awake. He laughed excessively because he knew there was no one around for miles.
He rehearsed every move he had made in his head from Tina's abduction. Everything from the take down at the cemetery to the disguising of his van at the car wash. Gosh, he simply had to do something about those shaky hands. It seemed like it took forever to drop those quarters into the slot of the pressure washer. Vincent looked at his stop watch. It was still showing 3 minutes and 50 seconds. Terrific. He had beaten his 4 minute deadline he had set for himself at the car wash with 10 seconds to spare.
" Help me! Somebody please help me!" Cried Tina from inside the van.
Vinny took one last drag from his cigarette and flicked it in the grass. He watched two squirrels play volleyball with a walnut as he pondered over his situation a bit more. Everything seemed to be going smoothly and he didn't like that. Why was this so easy? Vinny felt a pang of trepidation push into his sternum. If it's anything he learned in life is when things seem to be going good that's when something terrible is about to go wrong. Silence suddenly came from the van and he knew that meant it was time to check on his prey.
Tina lay on her back adjacent to the back doors of the van with her feet cocked and ready. The very second Vinny opened the back doors to the van two Nike sneakers crushed his face and nearly knocked him out. Tina jumped out of the van and ran as fast as she could with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Unfortunately just 30 yards into her escape she tripped and fell flat on her face. When she rolled over and looked up Vincent was standing over her scolding her.
" You stupid little twit! Did you really think you could outrun me?"
Tina tried to catch her breath. Before she could reply Vinny threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the van.
Tina screamed." Let me go you freak!"
Vincent threw her onto the floor boards so hard she thought she felt something break.
"Nobody calls me a freak! Do you know what happened to the last guy that called me a freak?"
Tina didn't answer. Instead she just sat in the dark corner of the van and curled up into a ball. Vinny pulled out a really thick zip tie and used it to lasso her feet then pulled it tight.
"No more surprises, you hear me?" He said.
Tina gave a subtle nod and Vinny slammed the doors shut. She was back in complete darkness.
Vinny ran to the front of the van and picked up his police scanner off the passenger's seat. When he picked it up he could already hear a woman's voice echoing from the scanner,
"All units respond. GPS is picking up a signal on the UNSUB at the Pine Green Park off I-36."
Vinny's heart skipped a beat and he could not believe what he was hearing. Did they say GPS? Evidently his hunch was right. Something had definitely gone awry. He vamoosed from the passenger's seat, slammed the door, and raced to the back of the van.
This time when he opened the double doors he was not greeted by two Nike sneakers to the face. Tina remained in the back corner of the van curled up in a ball and crying her eyes out.
"I need you to shut up a minute. How are they tracking us? Are you wearing some kind of tracking device?"
Tina just shrugged her shoulders and continued to cry.
"Don't play games with me! I'll rip all your clothes off until I find it!"
A look of fear spread across her face. She kept her gaze on the MP3 player still snugly wrapped around her arm. Vinny took notice.
"Is that it? Is this how they're tracking us?"
Tina nodded her head and then cried more profusely. Vinny grabbed the MP3 and ripped it off her arm so hard that it left a mark.
"We'll talk later." He said and slammed shut the double doors.
Vincent squeezed the MP3 player firmly in his black leather gloves and cursed all kinds of naughty curse words. This was not part of the plan at all. He had heard that some rich celebrities had GPS tracking systems hidden in their cell phones in case they got kidnapped. But never would've he guessed there would be one hidden in an MP3 player. He threw the MP3 player in a trash barrel and ran back to the van. It was time to get out of here.
Just as he started up the van he remembered something. As Vinny picked up his cigarette butt out of the grass he could hear sirens looming in the distance." Crap!" He thought to himself. He jumped into the van and took off.