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Brock Harding smirked to himself as he drove down the street in the prison van he had stolen. He had it all figured out. He'd find that young cop, Tommy Hanson. He gave a soft sinister chuckle as he remembered the look of terror on Tom Hanson Sr.'s face when he had the kid. It had all been perfect, but had underestimated the department. He failed to consider someone coming in from behind. He wouldn't do that again. He had been sentenced to twenty years for his crime. And then ironic had happened. Big, bad Tom Hanson had been killed in a convenience store robbery.
"Serves the jerk right. He shouldn't have sent me to prison. If he hadn't, I'd be rich by now. But no, Mr. High And Mighty Policeman had to be a big hero," Harding disgustedly said to himself. He laughed derisively. "You weren't so high and mighty in that diner, were ya, Hanson? Well, too bad. I'm gonna get your kid. Just you wait, Tommy-Boy. Just you wait." He laughed evilly.
