Even in Darkness, I Will Love You: Chapter Two: Car Chase
Rachel fell onto the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks, her vision blurred through the tears, and her heart racing. She had heard the gunshot, and she knew Conan was inside the entire time. Why didn't she get to him quick enough? If she had only kicked the door open sooner... Conan would... he would...
She started bawling, burying her face in her hands. Serena rushed over, kneeling down next to her, and rubbing her back. "It's going to be okay, Rachel," Serena told her. "Conan's a bright kid, he's not going to let those kidnappers get the best of him. Just you wait and see."
"I want the area surrounded!" Inspector McGuire yelled at his officers. "Make sure that it's clean, and there are no more men hiding! And check for clues, too!"
Richard sighed, "I knew that kid was trouble."
Rachel stood, glaring at her father. "How can you be so heartless? Conan was kidnapped! We don't know where he is, or why they took him! We have to find him!"
Richard swallowed, raising his hands in defense. "Exactly my point!"
Inspector glanced at Rachel, "Don't worry, Rachel. We'll find Conan." Then with a small nod from her, he left the room to go help in the search.
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The car bumped, and Jimmy bumped with it, his head hitting on the top of the trunk in a loud thud. He couldn't hear the conversation going on in the front seats, or maybe there wasn't one. He placed his hand on his pounding head, and gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto anything to keep him from bouncing.
"Damn," he breathed.
The car came to a halt, but the engine didn't stop. The doors were opened, and Jimmy could hear some voices. They came out muffled, but he could make out a few words.
"Kid... gunshot... party at... detective Moore's... Thank you..."
Jimmy bit his lip. Sounded like they were already looking for him. He could only guess what kind of an excuse the two men in black used to hide him in the trunk, but it wasn't going to work. Jimmy let out a deep breath, and began to hit his head on the top of the trunk to get attention. He could hear the policeman asking questions about what was in the trunk, and one of the thugs probably said he was a dog or a cat or some other kind of animal. Jimmy kept on banging his head, but even through the loud thuds, he could hear a gunshot, and a body fall on the floor.
"Kid! Shut up in there!" One of the thugs yelled at him, banging on the hood of the trunk as a warning. Then, with screeching tires, the car began to drive away, knowing that they were now wanted for murder.
"Oh, gawd!" Jimmy said, covering his nose with his hands. There was a terrible odor coming from the backseat. It leaked through the cracks, and made it into the trunk. He tried to breathe through his hands, but then froze, knowing what that smell was.
The smell of a dead man...
They had taken the body of the policeman with them!
These guys don't like to make a mess, Jimmy thought, lying down on the cold bottom of the trunk. His head was still pounding, and he could hear a ringing sound in his head. After a while, he didn't notice the smell of the dead body in the backseat. His mind kept racing back to Rachel...
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"Did you find out anything, Inspector McGuire?" Rachel asked, her hands placed over her heart as she stared at him with wide eyes.
It had been about an hour since Conan was taken, and there were policemen surrounding a five-mile radius. They were stopping cars, going into stores, asking for any kind of information.
"Not yet, Rachel," he replied, looking worried himself. "But don't worry, I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere."
An officer ran up to them, saluted, and said quickly, "One of the officers stopping the cars was shot, sir! He stopped a car just outside of the freeway, and he was shot and brought into the car."
"What? When did this happen?" McGuire replied, his voice raising.
"About five minutes ago, sir. There was another officer there, and he witnessed it and is requesting backup."
"Then give it to him! Does he have the lisence plate numbers for the car?"
"Yes sir."
"Then get everyone in search of that car! I bet Conan is in it!"
Rachel's heart sank. 'Oh Conan... please be okay...'
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Jimmy touched his head, feeling something sticky inbetween his hairs. He cursed, as he realized he was bleeding.
I guess I should have thought twice about banging on the hood... He thought, letting out a groan. He had lost track of time after the last shot. He could have been miles away, or hours away, he had no clue of knowing. The odor of the dead officer in the backseat no longer bothered him, but it didn't help him either. He felt sick to his stomach with all the bumping, and banging, and now the smell.
Sirens.
A wave of hope filled Jimmy's heart as he heard the wailing of police sirens behind him. Seems word of the dead officer ended up getting to McGuire, and now he was hunting them down. He could hear the sound of gunshots, swerving cars, and screeching tires. The car turned suddenly, crashing Jimmy into the side of the car, hanging his already bleeding head into more steal.
"Would you hold still!" Jimmy yelled.
A bullet came through the seats and into the trunk, just passing Jimmy's head. His eyes grew wide, "Never mind!"
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Rachel leaned close to the walkie-talkie placed on the kitchen table. On the other end was an officer on the pursuit of the two kidnappers/murderers.
"They are starting to fire at us. Cars two and four just swerved off the road. Okay, the car just swerved, and is heading down the hill."
Rachel's heart sank. "NO!"
McGuire held up a hand for her to be quiet.
"I just heard a kid's voice. Oh no, there was a gunshot inside the car!"
Rachel wanted to scream, but she held it in to hear more.
"Okay, I heard it again. The kid's still alive!"
For the first time in a few hours, Rachel smiled. "Thank God!" She whispered.
"Oh no..." the officer on the other end said, his voice growing silent. He let out a curse.
"What is it?" McGuire snapped.
"The car... it's gone..."
