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Chapter Six:

"Loosing Faith"

The day went quick working with Candy. And although she should be tired from being on her feet all day, Faith actually feels pretty good. As Faith walks out of the station house, Bosco pulls up next to her in his car. "Hey want a ride home?"

"I thought you had a date?" she answers.

"I do, but she's used to me being late."

"Naw...thanks anyway. Go on your date. It's a nice night, I feel like walking."

"K...see ya tomorrow then. Hey, the lieutenant talked to you didn't he? About us riden together tomorrow?"

"Yah, he did."

"Look what I got for us." He holds up a computer print out. "It's the run down of all the black vans in New York."

"So?"

"So...we can spend the day doen some real police work. We'll check em all out to see if we can find our cop killer."

"Aren't there detectives doen that?"

"Yah but you know how they are...they don't go door to door. I wanna nail this guy."

"Ok Bos...tomorrow...we'll find the cop killer. Or at least his van."

She watches Bosco's blue mustang drive up the road without noticing that Daniel is across the street, standing in the shadow of a doorway, watching her. As she slowly walks up the street, he steps out from the doorway and begins to follow her from his side of the street. He speeds up his pace until he passes her.

He realizes she is not walking to a car, she is walking home. And she is walking directly towards his van. This is even better than he thought it could be. He won't have to wait until tomorrow. Smiling, he crosses the street diagonally, hurrying to get to his van before she does. He unlocks the driver's door, looks around the empty street, and sneaks a peek in her direction. He then goes around to the back of the van, opens the doors and waits for her to get there.

Faith is thinking about the missing cop. How frightening for her family, especially knowing that the first two have been found dead. She is probably dead too. Fred has already started nagging her about taking time off from the job until this psycho is caught. The thought of having one more thing for them to argue about weighs heavy on her mind. That's why she wanted to walk home, she was in no hurry to get there.

As she walks, her instincts of a cop have noticed the man crossing the street towards her. She slings her tote bag over her shoulder and stuffs her hands deep into her pockets so it can't be snatched by someone running past her. However, without really thinking about it, she has already assessed that the angle he is walking is not directly at her, it is towards the van. She also noted that she heard the jingle of car keys and assessed this person to be no threat to her. This wrong assumption could prove to be fatal.

One moment she is arguing with Fred in her mind and the next second she is being pulled backwards out of her thoughts as an arm wraps around her chest and a hand clamps down hard over her mouth. She screams but it is all internal. The sound is muffled in her throat. She tries to pull her hands out of her pockets but he has her wrapped so tight that she can't move her arms.

Her mind is racing, trying to think of what to do in this situation, but it is too late for anything. She feels her feet come off the ground. In one motion she is arched backwards and twisted to the side, and then slammed hard to the pavement like dead weight. Hers and his. The air rushes out of her body as the hand moves from her mouth, to the back of her head. His hand grabs a fist full of hair, lifts her head off the ground and slams it hard against the pavement several times until she stops resisting.

She is unconscious as he lifts her into the back of his van. He looks around to see that no one is watching, but there is no one and he knows it. This one went perfect. Each time he gets better. He wants to be more like her. She was good at taking him to the threshold of death and then yanking him back at the last possible second, making him live for the next session. This one will last. He can sense it. This one will live as long as it takes for him to get his redemption.

He reaches his exit off the Jersey Turnpike and drives on into the night. They have driven for fifteen or twenty minutes when the van hits a bump that jars them and shakes Faith awake. She moans softly as she tries to reach her hand to her head which is throbbing fiercely. Reality floods in and clears her mind of the fog as it dawns on her that her hands are bound behind her back and her feet are bound together. Her body aches as she tries to roll over onto her back, and she remembers the force of hitting the pavement. It feels as though she may have bruised ribs.

It is dark in the van. There are no headlights or streetlights, flashing across the windshield so he must have driven out of the city. The van is bouncing like they are on an unpaved road. She can see just a bit of his profile as he drives. There is nothing familiar about him. What the hell does he want? Is this the guy that is abducting cops? She tells herself it isn't because she was not wearing her uniform when he did this. She tells herself to stay calm. Even though she is now aware that she is bound with handcuffs. She forces herself not to think about who's they may be, and instead focuses on finding something in the van that she can defend herself with.

Her eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark and she can see the handle to open the back of the van. It is recessed into the door. She would have to slip her fingers under it and pull it out and up. It will be impossible to do without him noticing her. Maybe if she can slip the toe of her boot under it, she can lift it and kick the door open and someone will see that she needs help.

She wriggles herself down towards the door and as she struggles with the handle, he sees her in the mirror. He slams on the breaks causing her to loose the foothold she had on the door. She yells for help and starts pounding the door with her feet, hoping that someone may be outside to hear her, as he grabs her under her arms and drags her back towards the front of the van.

He swings around so that he is now straddling her and lowers his weight onto her chest, pinning her between his knees. He clamps his hands over her mouth and nose and lowers his face to within inches of hers and says forcefully, "You have the right to remain silent."

His wild eyes dart quickly from side to side as he stares into her face. "Remember how this feels" She can't tell if it was a question or a statement. Tears roll down her cheeks as she struggles to break his grip over her mouth. She is terrified. She needs air. Her hands are being crushed under her body and her chest hurts; from the fall, from his weight, and from trying to breathe in air from under his hands.

He closes his eyes and tips his head back slightly and inhales a deep slow breath, as if he is trying to suck in all the energy that is escaping from her body as she desperately tries to gasp for air.

Her lungs are heavy now. Her body is shaking from the strain of trying to suck in air. Faith is slipping away. He is killing her and she has no more strength to struggle with. Her body heaves beneath him, and his eyes shoot open as if he just realized what he is doing, and he removes his hands.

She draws a deep breath and begins coughing. She tries to roll over so she is face down but he won't let her. He watches her struggling to get her breath as if he were studying her. After a few minutes he decides that he'd better get driving again. He stands up and un-cuffs her hands and then re-cuffs them around the bottom of the front seat so she won't give him any more trouble.

She asks him what he wants with her. He strikes her hard in the left temple, stunning her into silence, then he grabs her face, forces her look at him and yells, "You must remain silent! Anything you say will be used against you!" Then leaning in close he whispers, "I have a gun, and if I have to, I'll blow your fucking head off." Then he leans back and smiles at her as if he just had a fond memory.

She says no more as they drive away, for fear that he will surely kill her the next time.