Brennan, Jesse and Emma arrived back at the sanctuary and immediately noticed that Shalimar's bike was gone. "What the hell does she think she's doing?" Brennan said angrily.
Jesse put the SUV in reverse and they headed out to look for her.
"Adam is going to kill her," Emma said as she nibbled at her fingernail.
"Not unless I do first," Brennan said as he looked around the streets for her.
They turned down Washington Street and were only about half way down when they all noticed Shalimar's bike tipped over on the side of the road.
The SUV had barely come to a stop when Brennan jumped out of it. He knelt down beside it and saw the flat tire and the dart lying on the ground next to it. Then he saw blood on the paint of the bike. It stood out on the yellow paint.
"Oh my God!" Emma gasped as she saw the blood.
"We gutta find her fast," Jesse said.
"Yeah, no shit," Brennan said as he got up.
"Hey! Hey!" a voice called to them.
They turned around and saw a street person coming over to them.
"You looking for your friend? The cute blonde?"
Brennan's eyes grew wide with hope. "Did you see what happened? Where did she go?"
The man squinted and then put out his hand, indicating that he wanted to be paid for his information.
Brennan reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, handing it to the man.
The man tucked it into his jacket pocket, "Now that we've gotten the business end of our conversation out of the way, I was over there by that dumpster and saw the whole thing. Your friend was checking out her bike and then this van pulled up."
"What color was the van?" Jesse asked.
"Black. All black. Two guys got out and started messing with her. She got them pretty good though," the man laughed. "She could probably kick Tyson's ass any day of the week," he laughed.
"Okay, okay, what happened to her?" Brennan asked him.
"One of them hit her and she fell over onto the bike. Then they put her in the van and drove away."
"Which way?" Brennan asked.
"That way," the man said as he pointed up the street in the direction they were already heading.
"How long ago?" Jesse asked.
The man lifted up his hands, "I ain't got no watch but I'm gonna say about ten minutes ago."
"Thank you!" Brennan said as they all turned to get back into the SUV.
"Hey! Don't you want the license plate number?"
Brennan turned back around, "You even got the plate number?"
The man laughed, "I don't miss anything around here. The police don't do shit so someone's gutta look out for the fine citizens of this city. Especially when they're as hot as your friend there."
The man gave Brennan the plate number and Brennan gave him some more money for his time. Then they all got into the SUV and sped away.
"We should call Adam," Emma said from the backseat.
"Are you nuts?" Jesse yelled.
"Are you? You can't not tell him what's going on!" she yelled back.
"Alright you guys, chill. Look, first let's find her then we'll worry about telling Adam. One thing at a time." Brennan felt his stomach tying itself in a knot. "Please may we find her soon," he said to himself.
The van pulled up to the warehouse and stopped. The driver got out and went inside while the two men in the back got out as well. The man with the broken arm was cradling it against his chest as he followed the driver inside. His partner followed behind them, dragging Shalimar by the leg and dragging her inside.
They got to an open area of the warehouse where a two wooden chairs were set up opposite one another. Next to the chairs was a metal table that had a closed suitcase on the top of it.
The man dragging her got her seated in the chair, handcuffing her hands behind her back and then tying a rope around her waist, binding her to the chair.
Her head was slumped forward as she was still unconscious, blood trickled down the side of her face from a small cut.
"Have fun, bitch. I'll see more of you later," the man with the broken arm said to her as his partner dragged him away. They left with the driver, most likely heading to the hospital to fix the man's broken arm.
An armed man entered the room and stood beside Shalimar as another man, in his early seventies, made his way into the room, walking with the aid of a cane.
He took a seat in the chair facing her and just looked at her for a moment, noting the blood on her shirt by her stomach. Then he nodded towards the big man standing next to her. The big man grabbed her by the hair, raising her head up.
The old man gasped and then smiled when he looked at her face. Then he began shaking his head. "What a shame," he said. He nodded at the big man again.
The man pulled out a stun gun and hit her in the neck with it. A volt of electricity shot through her body causing her to jump and wake up. She looked up and saw the old man sitting in front of her.
"Hello, Shalimar," the old man said.
"How do you know my name," she said as she struggled against her bonds.
"We'll get to that later. But right now I need some information from you." The old man looked at the big man and motioned to the suitcase that was sitting on the table. "Before you tell me that you're not going to tell me anything," the old man watched as the large man opened the suitcase, displaying various tools and weapons, "let me just tell you that you will talk."
Shalimar looked over at the contents of the suitcase as she breathed heavily from the pain that was running through her body. "You guessed it, I have nothing to say," she said as she looked back at him.
"We'll see about that," the old man said as he settled back in the chair, placing the cane in front of him and resting his hands on the top of it.