Disclaimer: Stated in previous chapters.
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"What?" Jordan managed to utter.
"Nigel just called me and explained how he and the two detectives are being taken away in strange van. Apparently he managed to get his cell phone, but before he got to finish, the call abruptly ended.
Jordan, Bug, do you know where Nigel was going today?"
"I think he was going back to the abandoned warehouse in the South End to do a little more investigating into the Perry case," Bug added.
"Well guess we could start there," Garrett replied as he started to exit the morgue.
"Shouldn't we contact the police," Jordan asked.
Garrett and Bug couldn't believe their ears, Jordan the most independent woman on the face of the earth wanted to ask, of all people, the POLICE for help. They both stared at her with inquiry.
She understood their stares and replied "I just think that the situations seems to beyond our abilities if they could get two cops and a third person. I think it's probably best for them if we do."
Garrett and Bug were both in disbelief, but they decided to go along with what Jordan wanted. Garrett thought to himself, 'I guess this is what happens when she spends to much time in bed with a cop'.
Woody woke up to a very dark room that seemed to have been unused for decades. He looked around and made out through the opaque darkness the shape of two other men. He tried to feel around to get a sense of his environment, but all he felt was cold concrete.
"Woody, Matt?" Woody heard come out of the darkness.
"Nigel, I'm right here."
The two men found their way to each other, and hugged, something they probably would never be caught doing in any normal circumstance. Fear does strange things to people.
"Nigel, do you know where we are?"
"No idea, I only woke up for a few minutes on ride over. I somehow still had my cell phone and I managed to call Garrett and warn him, but I got caught and before I knew it, I was out like a light."
"Who the hell would kidnap us and why?"
Before Nigel could answer, a light filled the room. The two men looked to the source, the basement door. Their stood a man dressed in all black and a ski mask.
"I see you're up, which is very good since we're moving again. Apparently that little phone call you made was somewhat effective."
Jordan, Garrett, Bug, and the newly acquired Lilly, sat in by Detective Santana's desk. Garrett had just explained the situation to Santana, who went directly to her Captain. Now Santana and Captain Sullivan were interrogating the four about the Perry case.
"There are no suspects so far in the case. The only person somewhat suspicious was the widow," Bug answered, " but none of us totally know all the details because it was Nigel's case".
"I think the best place to start off looking is the Perry residence, you never know, if it was the wife she might be stupid enough to take them to her house," Santana replied.
A force of Boston PD's finest gathered. Captain Sullivan presented them the plan.
"Guys you should stay here, it could be dangerous," the Captain told the morgue crew. Santana rolled her eyes, knowing full well that would never happen.
"I'm sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to tie you up," as the man in the ski mask stated this, he was joined by another person who seemed much more petite than him, but also wearing a ski mask.
The new man took out a gun just to make sure that no one tried any funny business. The tall man got Nigel's arms and tied them behind his back. The shorter black-clad person tied Woody's arms behind his back.
"You take him first," the taller one said "I'll stay behind and make sure the third one doesn't escape." The shorter one nodded.
He led Woody up some stairs and then out a door back to the dreaded van. He forced Woody inside, and then tied Woody's feet together. Apparently, they were inexperienced because he left the back of the van open. Unfortunately, Woody couldn't manage to move. The captor walked back into the house. Woody felt like he was lying there for an eternity. The sound of distant sirens brought optimism back to Woody, but the sudden hope turned to dread when he heard a gunshot and then a crash. Finally, he heard the two captors yelling at each other about how there was no time left and that they better hurry up. The two walked out of the house, but with out the other two hostages. The tall one moved past the van, and the other one slammed the back door. Before Woody had time to react, the van was moving, and he was all alone.
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