Road to Heaven
Chapter Four
"Who is Frank?" Kenny asked Joe, putting the phone up.
"My brother," Joe answered.
"You sound close," Kenny observed.
"We are," Joe admitted as he started squirming.
"Stop trying to get loose," Kenny ordered Joe immediately, his eyes hardening.
"I can't help it," Joe retorted. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Kenny frowned. "I forgot about that," he said with an apologetic shrug of his broad shoulders. He let Joe loose and helped him to stand up. "There's a bathroom over here in the corner," he said, helping Joe over to it while the blood started circulating through his legs again. "If you want a shower you can wear some of Craig's clothes," he added, noticing how much Joe had perspired during the day.
"Thanks," Joe replied with a faint smile going into the bathroom and closing the door.
Kenny raced upstairs locking the door behind him. When he returned he had two towels, shampoo, soap, a washcloth, and some clothes which looked about the same size as Joe was. He knocked on the bathroom door and Joe, who had just finished, opened up.
Joe took the offered items and closed the door again. Thirty minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed, wearing a pair of banana colored cargo shorts and a lavender tee shirt. "Do you have to tie me back up?" Joe asked, seeing Kenny pick up some rope. "You could just lock the basement door or something."
"Sorry Joe," Kenny apologized. "I've got work to do and I couldn't do it if I had to worry about you getting free." He noticed Joe's depressed look. "I will let you lie down though," he added.
"Beats sitting next to that block all the time," Joe replied.
"Over here," Kenny ordered Joe. He was no longer armed but had so many muscles Joe knew he would never be able to overpower him, so he complied and sat where Kenny pointed. Kenny had laid the rope down and picked up the masking tape. He bound Joe's wrists behind his back and then his ankles. Finally, he put one more piece over Joe's mouth. "I'll see you in the morning kid," he said as he stood up. Then he climbed the stairs, turned the light off and closed and locked the door. Soon, Joe was asleep.
After Frank hung up the phone his mother demanded to know what Joe had said. Frank repeated the conversation, a toughtful look on his face. "I'm going over to the Hoopers," he told her.
"But Biff is at camp," she said. "Oh!" she suddenly realized why Joe had mentioned a trip with Biff. "He's being held a prisoner somewhere near the Hoopers."
"Right," Frank agreed. "I'll be back later," he promised, giving her aquick peck on the cheek before leaving.
Frank walked over to the Hoopers, loking to see if he could spot anyone suspicious. He waved at the Millers and Harrisons who were having a barbeque and helped old Mrs. Wheeler carry in her groceries. He arrived at the Hoopers not having seen anyone he had seen a thousand times before.
"Hello Frank," Mrs. Hooper said, smiling when she opened the door and saw Frank standing there. "Biff isn't back from camp yet," she informed him.
"I know," Frank told her, smiling back. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied, a questioning look in her pale blue eyes as she backed up and allowed him to enter. "Is something wrong?" she asked, closing the door behind him.
"Joe's been kidnaped," he replied tersely, going into the living room where Mr. Hooper stood waiting to greet their unexpected guest. "When I got to talk to him he mentioned Biff."
"You surely don't think we had anything to do with it?" Mr. Hooper stormed angrily, taking a threating step toward Frank.
Chapter Four
"Who is Frank?" Kenny asked Joe, putting the phone up.
"My brother," Joe answered.
"You sound close," Kenny observed.
"We are," Joe admitted as he started squirming.
"Stop trying to get loose," Kenny ordered Joe immediately, his eyes hardening.
"I can't help it," Joe retorted. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Kenny frowned. "I forgot about that," he said with an apologetic shrug of his broad shoulders. He let Joe loose and helped him to stand up. "There's a bathroom over here in the corner," he said, helping Joe over to it while the blood started circulating through his legs again. "If you want a shower you can wear some of Craig's clothes," he added, noticing how much Joe had perspired during the day.
"Thanks," Joe replied with a faint smile going into the bathroom and closing the door.
Kenny raced upstairs locking the door behind him. When he returned he had two towels, shampoo, soap, a washcloth, and some clothes which looked about the same size as Joe was. He knocked on the bathroom door and Joe, who had just finished, opened up.
Joe took the offered items and closed the door again. Thirty minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed, wearing a pair of banana colored cargo shorts and a lavender tee shirt. "Do you have to tie me back up?" Joe asked, seeing Kenny pick up some rope. "You could just lock the basement door or something."
"Sorry Joe," Kenny apologized. "I've got work to do and I couldn't do it if I had to worry about you getting free." He noticed Joe's depressed look. "I will let you lie down though," he added.
"Beats sitting next to that block all the time," Joe replied.
"Over here," Kenny ordered Joe. He was no longer armed but had so many muscles Joe knew he would never be able to overpower him, so he complied and sat where Kenny pointed. Kenny had laid the rope down and picked up the masking tape. He bound Joe's wrists behind his back and then his ankles. Finally, he put one more piece over Joe's mouth. "I'll see you in the morning kid," he said as he stood up. Then he climbed the stairs, turned the light off and closed and locked the door. Soon, Joe was asleep.
After Frank hung up the phone his mother demanded to know what Joe had said. Frank repeated the conversation, a toughtful look on his face. "I'm going over to the Hoopers," he told her.
"But Biff is at camp," she said. "Oh!" she suddenly realized why Joe had mentioned a trip with Biff. "He's being held a prisoner somewhere near the Hoopers."
"Right," Frank agreed. "I'll be back later," he promised, giving her aquick peck on the cheek before leaving.
Frank walked over to the Hoopers, loking to see if he could spot anyone suspicious. He waved at the Millers and Harrisons who were having a barbeque and helped old Mrs. Wheeler carry in her groceries. He arrived at the Hoopers not having seen anyone he had seen a thousand times before.
"Hello Frank," Mrs. Hooper said, smiling when she opened the door and saw Frank standing there. "Biff isn't back from camp yet," she informed him.
"I know," Frank told her, smiling back. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied, a questioning look in her pale blue eyes as she backed up and allowed him to enter. "Is something wrong?" she asked, closing the door behind him.
"Joe's been kidnaped," he replied tersely, going into the living room where Mr. Hooper stood waiting to greet their unexpected guest. "When I got to talk to him he mentioned Biff."
"You surely don't think we had anything to do with it?" Mr. Hooper stormed angrily, taking a threating step toward Frank.