URGENT Justice by John Etzil

Author:John Etzil
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pier West

20

Faking It

I woke up to the gentle rolling motion of a moving car on smooth pavement. My head throbbed like I had been kicked by a horse. At first I didn’t remember what had happened, but as the seconds ticked by, my brain cleared and I recalled the motel room invasion. I decided to play possum and pretend I was still unconscious. It might give me an edge. Or maybe not, but I saw no advantage in letting my kidnappers know that I was conscious. I let my head hang forward, and with each motion of the car my upper body swayed freely against my shoulder harness.

I opened my eyes. Everything was still dark, and I felt the harsh fabric of the burlap sack buffeting my face from the breeze of an open window. The burlap smelled like stale grains—not the worst smell in the world. Certainly better than manure.

“John’s meeting us at the garage?” Flat Ass asked.

“Yeah,” Fat Face answered with a chuckle. “I think he wants to talk with them before we ‘set them free.’” He put special emphasis on the last three words, as if he was pretending to be Whitney Houston singing in the church choir. The last words made me cringe. His singing voice was fingernails-on-chalkboard awful.

We slowed and came to a stop, and through the open window I heard a garage door roll open. It sounded like one of those big heavy doors that you’d find at an industrial warehouse building. We inched forward, stopped, and the engine died. The garage door rolled closed.

The opening and closing of two car doors, along with the car rising slightly from the reduction in weight, confirmed that both our kidnappers had exited the car.

I heard their footsteps fade away as they made their way across the concrete floor in their boots. A few seconds later, I heard a distant conversation between what sounded like four men. They were too far away for me to hear what was being said, but I could tell that their tones were dead serious.

“Psst, Jack, you awake?” Frances bumped my left side with a bony shoulder. I was glad she was okay. There was no telling what these guys had done to her after I’d been knocked out.

“Yeah, you okay?”

“Fine. I have something for you, between my legs.”

“Jeez, Frances, not now. In case you don’t realize it, we’re in big trouble.” I was flabbergasted. Had she lost her marbles? Joking around in a situation like this…

“Not that, you ninny. There was a throwing knife in Debbie’s care package. It’s strapped to my right leg. I hope you’re flexible.”

“My hands are tied behind my back. I can’t reach it.”

“Come on, Jack, haven’t you ever gone down on a lady before?”

Oh God…

“Hurry, my legs are spread as wide as they go. I can’t hold this man-spreading yoga pose forever. Now hike up my dress and grab that knife with your teeth before my hips lock up. I’d hate to have those dickheads come back to the car and see me like this.

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