Chapter 8 Caught

Tom rolled over onto his stomach and pulled the pillow over the top of his head. However, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the persistent ringing next to him, the annoying nuisance wouldn't stop. Tom moaned and then flung the pillow to the side.

"Hello?" he muttered into the mouthpiece.

"Vinnie's got a job for you." A voice announced. "Be at the Smith farm in twenty minutes. Don't be late. The rest of us will meet you there." The line went dead and Tom hung up the phone.

Tom ran a hand over his face to try and erase the sleep from his eyes. He moaned once more as he climbed out of his bed and slipped on a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie. Walking into the living room, he grabbed his keys and left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

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Exactly twenty minutes later Tom pulled his mustang into the driveway of the old abandoned Smith farm. He shut off the ignition and looked around for any signs of life. Where the hell is everyone, he thought to himself. He was beginning to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he surveyed his surroundings. He got out of the car, grabbing a flashlight from under the seat. He reached into his holster and pulled out his gun. He removed the safety and then set off for the barn.

Everything was quiet as Tom reached the large wooden building. He stood still for a moment as he listened for any sounds of life around him. He quietly opened the barn door and cautiously made his way inside. Once inside he turned on the flashlight and slowly scanned the area. A slight movement caught his attention and he trained the light over in that direction.

"Who's there?" Tom called out. There was no response as Tom slowly moved the beam of light around the room once more. Suddenly Tom heard a noise behind him and started to turn.

"Welcome Officer Hanson." A voice rang out behind him.

Shit, Tom thought as perspiration began to bead on his face. He started to turn to see whom the voice belonged to when a large heavy object struck the base of his skull, dazing him and causing him to drop his flashlight. He tried to pull himself together and reached out to fight off his attacker, but another strong blow connected with his skull and he slumped to the ground, the world fading out around him.

"Sleep tight, Officer Hanson." The mysterious voice stated before Tom's world faded into darkness.

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