Phone Calls
Part Three -- The Next Day
By: BTS
Again sorry for taking so long to update. This isn't one of my best chapters but I hope you will like it. Thanks for all the reviews.
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Ryan was very groggy when he woke up. He opened his eyes only to see more darkness. For some reason he was freezing. His back was very cold against the cement wall. It took him a minute to realize his shirt was missing (hehe… I'm going to be so evil!). He also realized his hands were above his head.
A few lights in the cold, lifeless basement flickered one and off. Ryan squinted his eyes a little until they were adjusted to the annoying lights. Although he was having a huge headache from the damn lights, he managed to look up at his hands. He was handcuffed to a steel pipe that came out of the wall couple of feet up. After a few tugs at the handcuffs he sighed (they might not have been hooked all the way is what it means… it sounds weird to me). The scraping of the pipe and handcuffs made his headache worse.
He took a couple of glances around the room and saw that Rosita wasn't there. Maybe Steve took her and left him. Minutes went by before Rosita was thrown to the floor from the other side of the room. Rosita hit the floor hard on her left shoulder. She cried out in pain as a soft crack was heard. Fresh tears streamed down her already tear streaked face. Sobs got caught up in her throat making her cough. Blood was caked onto the ropes around her wrists and ankles. Cuts and bruises were seen all over her arms and legs. Her blue spaghetti strap tank top had a hole in it and her shorts were just dirty.
"I've brought you a playmate." the guy who had tossed her onto the floor said.
Ryan looked over and saw a tall Caucasian male standing in a dimly lit spot. He had short ruffled black hair with a mustache and beard to match. His brown eyes glared at his captives. Ryan figured it must be Steve. Steve walked back into the room he had come out of on the other side of the basement.
Ryan focused on the frightened girl. She was bleeding, or had been bleeding, from her forehead. Ryan recalled the blood from the scene. Rosita's head must have been smashed into the window after something else had broken it. Steve probably did it once he found out she had called the cops.
Rosita hissed in pain as she tried to move her right leg. From the position her leg was, Ryan could see she had a huge bump next to where her knee cap was suppose to be. Her knee cap had been dislocated. Her breathing was very jagged and shallow. Some of her ribs were probably broken as well.
A man with very short black hair and worried brown eyes walked up the stairs to the crime lab building. He stopped at Horatio at the top steps. He (the new man) was still wearing a gray business suit.
"Where's my daughter? Where's Rosita?" the man asked.
"Mr. Sanchez… we're still looking." Horatio calmly answered.
"Still? Well why are you wasting time talking to me? You should be out there looking for her!"
"Mr. Sanchez, calm down."
"What are her chances?"
"She's probably still alive. Mr. Sanchez… do you know a Steve Rodney?"
"Uh… yeah. He used to work for me until I fired him for transferring company money into his bank account. Is he the one who kidnapped my daughter?"
"He is. And he has one of my CSIs."
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How was it? The next chapter should be up soon.