Chapter 12:

Davy woke up. Amazing to think he was able to fall asleep with all that was going on, but his body did need the rest. Staying awake all the time was not going to do him any favors. He needed to be rested to defend against anything that would come his way and if an opportunity presented itself for escape. Doubtful, but planning ahead never hurt anyone.

He surveyed his surroundings once more. He was no longer propped up on the hook he was now tied in a chair with hands tied on the armrests and ankles tied to the legs of the chair. How could I have slept through that movement? He was sure chloroform played a role in that. This new positioning was sure to have something to do with what was coming up next for him.

Davy kept trying to stay calm, but it was really difficult. He had no concept of time, no way of knowing where he was, and the fear of the unknown was continuously creeping up. He was still struggling with thoughts of feeling stupid for letting his guard down and falling for 'April' so quickly. Also, he missed being in the relationship even if it wasn't real.

He had to draw strength from somewhere to make it through the days before his friends rescued him. Davy had so much faith in those three that it was keeping him optimistic. And what was bound to piss off his captors? A hopeful spirit. They would thrive off the idea of him being worn down. Davy could not let on that he was feeling defeated. He was an entertainer after all. He could do that.

Instantly, the door swung open. Show time.


Mike, Micky, and Peter stared the person on the other side of glass window they were seated in front of. Micky picked up the phone receiver on the wall next to him. "Hello, Babyface."

"What the hell are you three doing here," the criminal doppelgänger hissed. "Haven't I dealt with enough with you guys putting me in prison? To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Well, you see our friend Davy has been kidnapped by the English mafia…"

"I heard the English were in town."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I have friends on the outside. We keep up on the crime that's going on in our area, you know protecting our turf. My guy said there were mafia people around that looked too proper to be from around these parts. He cased them for a while to see what they were up to. Turns out it seemed they were bent on revenge rather than trying to infiltrate our business. So he stopped paying attention to them."

"Anyway, we have no idea what has happened to Davy and we need to save him before something terrible happens."

"Why come to me?"

"Because you know the ins and outs of criminal activity in this area and we figured you would give us some information. We can't even begin to think like a criminal…no offence."

"And what makes you think I would help you three?"

"What have you got to lose?"

"I don't have anything to lose, but I could gain satisfaction in knowing that I let you all experience horrible pain and suffering."

"We'll pay you," Peter blurted out grabbing the receiver from Micky.

Babyface Morales stared them down for a moment. A smile spread across his face. "Now we're talking. Okay, I don't have the information you're specifically looking for about where your friend has been taken to. I do know the way mafias/mobs work and more than likely they have him in an abandoned warehouse somewhere not nearby but also not extremely far. The ones that seem to be popularly used these days are along the road when you head east from Malibu."

"So you think he is still alive," Micky asked hopefully.

"I don't know what caused your friend to be kidnapped by this mafia, but if I know my hardened criminals…which I do…they will want to torture him before killing him. Death would be too quick and easy. They want to see the person suffer before they kill them to know that a debt has been paid so to speak. So hit the warehouses. That's all I can provide."

"Thanks! Alright men on with this rescue mission!" Mike said as he and Micky abruptly left the room.

"Hey, wait! What about my payment?" Babyface asked Peter.

"Oh you're a handsome man," Peter replied.

"What?"

"I paid you a compliment. Bye"

Babyface stood up ready to attack. "I'll kill you guys!" he screamed as two armed guards pushed him back towards his cell.