Sorry this is so late! I had to work this morning and basically just got home, but here it is! Chapter 4! Enjoyyyy
Chapter 4
"You know, I think this should come off…" for no apparent reason, the guy yanked off his ski mask and she gasped.
"Ah, so, you know who I am, huh? Good."
"Nah, I've seen your mug shot and I've heard bits and pieces." Morgan said, still not wanting to give him any satisfaction.
"Oh, yeah, like what?"
I don't know when he developed this sudden want to start talking, but it beats what he was getting ready to do to me any day… she thought, but said, "Well, I heard you were one of the guys who beat Greg up after he killed Demetrius. I can't remember your name, though. How did you get out of jail anyway?"
"Like I'm going to admit that to you…" he started kissing her again. "That scrawny rat hasn't kissed you yet?"
"Who?" He slapped her.
"Greg. He hasn't tried anything with you yet?" Suddenly, his hand was tugging at the waistband of her pants, and he was smiling.
"Of course he has." She lied right through her teeth.
"Really? Oh, please, do tell what that was like…"
Think, Morgan, think… "We were at a house party one night we both had off, and he got totally wasted. I guess he was trying to impress me. He ended up coming at me. I lost count how many times he grabbed me. His hands were all over me, and for a little while there, he was really strong…" this made the guy laugh.
"That scrawny rat, strong? Are you kidding?"
"Hey, drinks don't help you think; they help you act. Well, in this case, it was giving him strength."
"How far did he get?"
"Why?" he slapped her again.
"Why? Because, I need to know because I'm pretty sure I can go farther…" his hand traveled up her waist to her cheek.
She sincerely hoped this next lie was worth it. "You can't beat him because he made it all the way home that night."
"Well, then, I guess I'm just going to have to do it better, aren't I?" his hand traveled back down to her shirt where he unbuttoned the first button, and started undoing the second when his cell phone went off.
When they arrived at Abby's place, they were in a bad neighborhood, but one Greg recognized immediately. He cursed under his breath.
"What is it?" Russell asked.
"Bad memories." Greg retorted. This was the neighborhood Demetrius James was from.
Russell and Greg jumped out of the SUV and followed Brass up to Abby's door.
"Hello?" a young woman opened the door up carrying a baby on her hip.
"Hi, ma'am, Las Vegas P.D. are you Abby Tristan?" Brass started.
"Yes, what's this about?"
"May we come in?"
"Um, I'd rather you didn't the place is a mess and I wasn't expecting company."
"Do you own a white Toyota Corolla?"
"Yes, but I haven't left the house in a while because I've been sick."
Greg zoned out and was trying to look over Abby's shoulder into the house.
"Did you allow anyone to borrow your car recently?"
"Um, my brother borrowed it the other day, why?"
"Miss Tristan, where is your car now?"
"It should be in the garage, here, let me show you." Abby grabbed her keys and walked out of the doorway, leaving the door wide open. Greg didn't follow Abby, Brass, and Russell, but instead peered into Abby's house. It was at that moment that he noticed a picture sitting on a shelf in the living room. He recognized her boyfriend immediately. Cursing under his breath again, he left the porch to join the three when his cell phone went off.
"Sanders."
"Greg, it's Hodges. I ran the fluids from Morgan's carpet and have good news. It's not, water, it's not…"
Greg cut him off, growing impatient, "Out with it, Hodges!"
"Geez, geez, okay. Long story short, it's spit. And it's not Morgan's."
Greg cut him off again, groaning to himself, he already knew the answer, "Let me guess, Cole Tritt?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"We're at his girlfriend's place. My guess is, she let him borrow or he stole her car to kidnap Morgan in. I wonder what she thinks he's doing. Thanks, Hodges. Hey, can you put me through to Archie, please?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on."
A moment later, Archie picked up. "Archie, talk to me."
"Archie, it's Greg, I'm going to need you to run a trace from the phone lines at that address you got for us…"
"Do you have a warrant?"
"I should soon. Just trust me, Archie, I have a good feeling I'm right. And if I'm wrong, I'll take full blame."
"Well, alright."
"Thank you, just give me a couple minutes, then tap the lines and trace the number Abby calls." Greg shut the phone and joined the rest of the group.
"Brass, Russell, we've got to move, Archie's got something for us." Greg interrupted.
Brass and Russell exchanged a confused look, but followed Greg back to the SUV anyway.
"What was that about?"
"Brass, I need you to get a warrant for a tap on Abby's phone lines. She's Cole Tritt's girlfriend. I saw a picture of the two of them while you all were looking in the garage for the car. I know it's a lot of information to process, but you need to work fast because she's going to call Tritt as soon as we leave and warn him. If we trace it…"
Brass caught where this was going, "If we trace it, we can find Tritt's location and hopefully find Morgan."
"Alive." Russell added.
Abby was calling him.
"What do you want, babe, I'm kinda in the middle of something…" Cole had a hand at Morgan's chin, not that screaming would do her any good, his girlfriend would just want to kill her if she found out what was going on, regardless of whether or not it was beyond her control.
"Just wanted to let you know there were cops here just a second ago. They were asking about the car."
"What did they want?"
"They wanted to know if it had been stolen."
"What did you say?"
"I told them that to the best of my knowledge it hadn't, but that I had been home sick for a little while."
"I got the warrant. Continue tracing this call and find this…" Brass started.
"Got it!" Archie exclaimed and told Greg the address.
"I know where this is! We're not far!" Greg yelled.
"I'll call it in! Russell, take Greg and stay behind me! I'm lead on this one since neither of you two are armed."
"I beg your pardon." Greg said, grabbing his gun from his holster and cocking it.
"It's about time, kid." Russell and Brass said in unison.
"Wait. That's all they asked you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You're an idiot!" He slammed the phone shut and threw it at the wall. "How long does it take to trace a phone call?" he asked Morgan.
"I don't know." He slapped her again and she started coughing.
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not! I really don't know! I've never traced a call before, but I would imagine it doesn't take that long. Do you think someone was tracing that call you just had?"
"You may be more of an idiot than my girlfriend." He walked out of the room for a moment and Morgan started trying to come up with a way to free herself.
As they were on their way, Greg's phone went off again.
"Sanders."
"Greg, it's me, Nick. I heard it's Cole Tritt. Where are you now?"
"Archie just traced a call Abby just made so we're headed to that address. We're pretty sure that she's warning him."
"How the hell did Cole get out of jail?!" Nick screamed.
Greg had yet to think about this question and it made him furious. He knew Cole had a beef with him after the whole Greg ran over Demetrius incident, but to take it out on him using Morgan…
"I don't know. I think Brass is looking into that now, there may have been a crooked guard."
"Give me that address and don't do anything stupid."
"He crossed the stupid line when he kidnapped Morgan." Greg hung up. He couldn't believe this. He was furious. Why didn't I see this coming?
A/N So, I'm pretty sure that most of you know this already but Cole Tritt was in the episode where Greg killed Demetrius James. From what I read, it sounded like Demetrius and Cole were in a gang together. I was thinking that he would want revenge for killing Demetrius. I sort of explained this above, but just so we're all clear!
Anyways that's the end of this chapter! We're almost done! It's hard to believe the end is near…will Greg and Russell find her in time? What will happen at the end?! The end was my favorite part and I can't wait for you guys to read it! Hopefully I'll start getting a lot of reviews soon…