Disconnected

Chapter Ten

Robert Long had woke as well to ask Garcia whether his subject was awake or not. Garcia had to be rubbing his red eyes from the lack of sleep.

He was laying down on his cot in another section of the warehouse. He will sit on to say the following. "No, I haven't since I left him tied to a chair with his wrists and ankles with the cuffs to the metal post. "What is it you want me to do boss?" Garcia asked moving up to pull up the zipper of his blue jeans and needing to use the small bathroom outside of his sleeping quarters.

"Feed, drink, and wash him knowing that by now he must have pissed in his pants, Garcia." Robert croaked out with his response.

Making a remark for the moment. "No doubt boss!" he pointed out moving away from him to use the toilet before he does the same.

Meanwhile at the local Yonkers, lab department. The lab personnel had been working hard trying to figure out where exactly the truck's tire tracks had come from. Doctor Jamieson Wilkes on the job for the lab for the last 15 years and his team of six was able to come up with a possible answer for where they might have taken Richard Newman from the Westchester Assisted Living location.

Doctor Wilkes had been looking at samples from over the years. When one of his smartest employees came over with the location of the warehouse.

"Doctor I have something for you on the location of the truck's tire tracks." Lawrence Dobkin age 45 years old had the information on the map to show him, along with a possible satellite image.

Excited by the news he will say in front of his co-worker and friend. "Are you sure about this Lawrence?" he cried out with a yawn after working ten hours on this particular case.

Turning to face him with a crooked smile. "Yes, sir I am Doctor. The Yonkers police are going to like the idea that I have the location of the warehouse and hopefully Richard Newman." he alluded to have said heading back into another section to work on another piece of evidence for a different case.

Doctor Wilkes examining the location had picked up the phone to call the Yonkers police and the commander/captain in charge of the case.

Meanwhile, Garcia finished what he had to do with himself in the bathroom. He had been cleaning up the suspect Richard Newman feeling slightly out of it right now with his sugar levels somewhat down at the moment. Though Garcia had sandwiches that were made from the night before.

"Come on Richard, you really need to eat in order to keep up your strength," he ordered strongly for the most part.

Richard's voice was hoarse for the most part as he was given the orange juice and water to drink before starting on the two sandwiches and strawberries.

After a few moments, he was feeling better as his sugar levels began to rise. "Thanks, Garcia for doing this for me." he cried out.

"I was ordered by Robert Long to feed you. I have no idea what he plans on doing to you, Richard. If I could help, I would do it in a heartbeat. However, I am trapped just like you when it comes to being here in the first place." he pointed out with his voice caught in his throat as well.

"Garcia, please help me and I will see that the police are able to help you with your jail term," he begged.

Thinking about it for a brief moment with his suggestion. "You can do this for me?" he cried out with his emotions spilling over.

"I will see to it Garcia with needing to take out Robert and contact the police to come here in order to arrest the madman." Richard needed to say to him with his sugar levels were dropping once again. "Do you have any type of weapon at all?" he needed to ask the importance of the question.

Thinking about it briefly. He will decide in a moment his request. "Actually I do Richard with a small handgun that I have in my room that he doesn't know about at all," he said. I will have to let you freed by leaving my phone for you to call the local police while I go get the handgun to take him out since he's in his room." he pointed out moving over to Richard to loosen up the ropes on his wrists and ankles as he needed to rubbed them from the rightness and with cutting into him.

Afterward, he handed him the phone from his coat pocket quickly to leave for his small room where his handgun was located.

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Yonkers police station communications center

A strange call was coming in from a male that the woman working didn't realize what was ahead of her when Richard explained the situation to the Communications Center operator telling her that he's been kidnapped and that the abductor had been taken down by one of his employees.

"Richard, please try to stay calm since I will advise the units about your location and physical and mental condition. An ambulance will be dispatched as well, sir. Do I need to contact your wife Theresa at the Westchester Assisted Living Faculty?" she cried out over the phone.

In a soft tone of demeanor as he can muster with his response. "Please, ma'am!" he tried to stay calm the best he can with his comment.

"Once I am able to send the units and ambulance, I will call the faculty to let your wife Theresa that you're going to be fine," she said with a deep exhale as others around her clapped with the good news as one of her co-workers will look up the number to the faculty and will be talking with Theresa and the good news.

Meanwhile, Garcia did his good deed for the day by finding his revolver and headed for Robert's small room as he was asleep on his back as he fired four times shooting the kidnapper in his head and his body. Garcia had decided to check on whether he was actually dead.

Jumping back for the moment. His hand will touch his neck to feel no pulse at all as the crimson continued to flow out of his body as he headed to check on Richard Newman and his state of well-being.