Chapter 6

Adam woke that evening at roughly six o'clock. Judging from his absence, Lawrence was still asleep.

"Time to go…" Adam told himself as he grabbed the set of keys from the kitchen table and headed toward the garage to Lawrence's BMW. He quickly got in the car, started it, and pulled out into the driveway, where he stopped momentarily.

"Sorry, Larry. I had to." Adam put the car in gear and started on his way, once again not knowing his destination, although knowing in his heart that he was still not safely away from John and his games.

Adam's attention was caught two hours later when he began to near a large group of reporters just outside the police station. Scattered around them were four police cars with their lights on. Adam slowed the car and parked it half a block away, took off his silk robe and began to walk toward the group of people; he'd always had a curious nature.

He slowly walked to the left side of the mob of people and was not surprised to see that the reporters and passer-bys were listening to the Chief of Police as he spoke about John. He stood in a suit, surrounded by police officers. He spoke slowly; sternly.

"We have now identified a key suspect in the ongoing investigation into the Jigsaw serial killings." He began.

Adam stood, now a bit surprised, as he heard the news. The crowd around him must have felt the same way, for they were also quiet.

"Earlier this evening," the chief continued, "John Kramer was captured and then questioned in length concerning his involvement in the crimes…"

Adam couldn't help but smile. If they'd caught John, he no longer needed to watch his back in the dark.

"We regret to announce Mr. Kramer has eluded custody and taken lead detective Eric Mathews as his hostage."

"Jesus Christ." Adam sighed. It was only getting worse. John was even smarter than he thought; he'd managed to escape the police when he was surrounded. Adam once again began to feel uneasy.

"…If anyone has information, they are asked to call authorities immediately."

'Lawrence…' Adam thought to himself as the chief continued.

"John Kramer, if you're watching; you showed mercy when you released Eric's son earlier. If you want any chance of mercy with us when we catch you, and we will, we damn well better see Eric Mathews in one piece."

Adam laughed quietly to himself. There was no way they were going to catch Jigsaw.

The police chief began to walk inside the police station and the mob of reporters erupted with questions, each yearning to be the one lucky enough to have them answered.

Adam began walking back to Lawrence's car and stopped. Was that? No…it couldn't be. But it was. The last person he wanted to see right now; Scott Tibbs. And just as Adam began to walk away, Scott happened to turn around.

"Fuck; Adam? I thought that fucker Jigsaw iced you." He was now jogging toward Adam, probably wanting the latest scoop on Jigsaw.

"Well, ya thought wrong, Scott." Adam said. He was annoyed. He didn't have the patience for this loser right now.

"So how'd ya get away, man?" Scott persisted.

Adam continued to walk to the car, humoring Scott along the way.

"I'd rather not say. That's none of you business anyway."

Scott grabbed Adam by the shoulder, stopping him.

"What the fuck, man. Why are you ignoring me?" Scott paused then added sarcastically, "Aren't we friends anymore?"

"Not really, no."

Scott laughed to himself.

"You still fuckin' sore about the little…accident at your birthday party?"

"Sure, Scott. How could I have ever gotten over you stabbing me with a rusty nail? That'd be impossible…" Sarcasm. The number one trademark of Adam's anger. He turned around and continued his walk to the car.

"Fuck you, Adam."

Adam stopped and turned around. This had gone on long enough.

"Keep walkin', Fucker."

SLAM

Adam stood, shaking his near broken right hand, as Scott fell to the ground grasping his left cheek. He got up slowly with a shocked look on his face.

"I can't believe you just fuckin' did that!" Scott roared as he speared Adam into the front of Lawrence's BMW.

"Ahh…Damn it!" Adam cried, more out of frustration than fear or pain, as he delivered a knee to Scott's stomach.

"I have to pay for that, asshole." Adam said, just before pulling Scott back to a standing position and delivering a jaw-shattering uppercut.

Adam shook his hand once again, this time hissing in pain. He was sure he broke something this time. Scott, meanwhile, found himself on the ground once again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck You, Scott. Have fun with your little boy band." Adam climbed in the car, put it in gear and was on his way again.