Cogar's Despair (Cogar Adventure Series) by Granzow Nate

Author:Granzow, Nate [Granzow, Nate]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

15

Busted

Dashing from my hiding place in the bushes, I made for my taxi, praying it was still waiting for me. A wave of despair engulfed me as I looked down the empty street.

The little bastard left me.

My soaked feet left muddy imprints on the asphalt as I jogged down the center of the road. Running my hands through my hair, I was suddenly blinded by headlights. Hidden behind a rolling metal dumpster, my taxi-driving friend pulled the car into the street and rolled his window down.

"Where we going now?"

"I thought you had left me, little man."

"You told me to wait. So I wait. But you follow those men, so I hide the car."

"Very smart," I opened the passenger-side door and slid in. "Pull around the block slowly, and follow them again."

A perturbed expression crossed the driver's face.

"You smell bad."

Looking to my feet, he became enraged.

"You leave mud on my car! You pay double!"

"Fine," I yelled, gesturing furiously. "Go!"

Tires squealed as our target hastily exited the scene. My driver pounded the accelerator and we pulled after them, weaving through traffic and ignoring street signs. Arriving at a red light, both our vehicles stopped. One of the thugs leapt from the back seat and jogged into a nearby filling station parking lot. I breathed a sigh of relief; I was certain they had figured out we were following them, and had sent one of their men to come shoot us as we waited for the light to change. But my relief was cut short as a bus in the lane beside us began merging, cutting off our pursuit as it clumsily navigated its way into the lane.

"Get around him!" I yelled, slapping my driver's shoulder.

Honking the horn and waving his fisted hand, my young friend spun the wheel, gassing and braking to no avail. There was little else I could do but watch as my friend was driven away—vanishing into the largest city in the world. Finding a kidnap victim amidst 23 million people packed into the 2,500 square miles that comprised Shanghai would be nothing short of impossible.

"Let me out, kid."

"You pay for mud," he insisted, pointing at the floor.

I tossed him my credit card, told him to buy something nice, and exited the car. It had reached its credit limit a month ago, anyway.

My feet still weren't dry, and this sudden upsetting turn of events had been the final straw; provoking my transition from anxious and uncertain to unreservedly enraged. I marched into the gas station parking lot. The thug from the captors' car stood with his back to me as he made a call at the payphone. Grabbing the man by the back of his head, I smashed his face against the metal encasement. Dragging him around to the darker side of the building where we wouldn't be seen, I grabbed his collar and slapped his face, splashing blood from his shattered nose onto the building's brick wall.

"Where are they going?"

His mouth hung open as he narrowly clung to consciousness.

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