Chapter 2
"Got her yet?"
"Almost. She leaves her house everyday around now. Ah here she is, I'll have to go," I hung up my car phone. I'm sure I'll be nagged later by Vriska for hanging up on her.
Nepeta Leijon was exiting her home on her normal schedule. She always leaves for the library at this time of day. I've been scouting her for weeks. I began walking towards her. She was walking towards me, looking in her bag. She was probably checking to see if she had brought all her books. We bumped shoulders.
"Oh, sorry," she said softly.
"No problem," I began reciting my planned line. "Oh, hey. You're the miss who paid for my milk."
"Yes," she replied, smiling. "Fancy running into you again."
"Please, allow me to pay you back," I suggested. "I left my wallet in my car. Here, I'm right down the block."
She looked down at her watch, thinking. "Alright, but I must hurry. I need to visit the library."
I nodded as we began walking to my car. We got to my car and I opened it. I leaned in and grabbed my shotgun from under my passenger car seat. I pulled back out of the car and turned to her, putting my gun to her temple.
"I'm afraid I left my wallet back at my house," I explained. "Join me for a drive?"
"I don't understand you're reasoning for any of this. My parents have done nothing to be targeted by the mob."
"Please, do stop talking," I answered as I finished tying the knots that kept her wrists together. She was sitting in my living room. Her ankles were tied to the chair legs, a bandana covering her eyes.
"I won't stop talking until I know what is going on," she persisted.
"All I know is my Boss needs you captured to use you against your parents or something similar," I explained. I removed her blindfold.
She looked around the room then back to me. I removed my hat and over coat, setting them on my coat rack. I removed my suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my white dress shirt. I removed my blue tie.
"You aren't planning to do anything to me are you?" she said in both fear and courage.
"I may be a kidnapper, but I'm also a gentlemen. I would not do anything so disgraceful to a woman," I informed her.
She was silent for a few moments. "So you really don't know what he wants me for?"
"No, I do not know what he has in stored for you," I turned to her. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Some milk maybe?" she said with a sarcastic grin.
I chuckled as I walked to the kitchen.