Jacob woke the next morning in his own bed. The police had probably found him and brought him home. Jacob changed his clothes and was about to leave his room, but his noticing of a note on his dresser stopped him. It was from Tawny. All it said was she "had a case in Texas" – since she was a lawyer – and that there's "food in the fridge."

Jacob ran into the police department and was about to open the door to the hallway. As he passed the desk, the woman behind it said in a blunt tone, as if she were reading the phrase off a piece of paper, "Excuse me sir or madam. You do not have permission to enter that room, hallway, et cetera. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to . . . " She jumped up and yelled at the TV she was watching, "No, Bradley, you moron! Don't kiss her. That's not Melissa! That's her twin sister! Don't!" The woman fell back in her chair. "Oh, good job. Now the wedding's gonna be totally ruined. . . .Idget." When she looked up, Jacob was gone.

Jacob walked down the hallway and into a room where Sheriff Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Lark, and a few police officers were conversing. "They've taken her!" Jacob shouted, bursting into the room. "They've kidnaped Rachel!"

"Go home, Jacob," Sheriff Jones sighed.

"We've got to hunt them down. We gotta save her!" Jacob tried again.

"And where do you think we should start?" Mrs. Lark asked. Jacob didn't have a clue. "If you have any information about my daughter, please share it!" the mayor said, irritably. No one spoke for a moment.

"What about that Viper kid?" one of the officers supplied. "He used to be in the Black Widow, right?"

"There ya go!" Jacob said to Sheriff Jones.

"I'm taking him to the electric chair in half-an-hour, Jacob," Sheriff Jones said. "Look. Go home. We'll take care of it." Jacob turned and left, but he didn't go home just yet. He still had one more plan. He went down the stairs into a corridor of cells. He heard someone singing. He began to tiptoe down the corridor until he found who it was. It was Viper, lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling, singing:

"I am a thief, I am a murderer

Walking up this lonely hill

What have I done? I don't remember

No one knows just how I feel

And I know that my time is coming soon . . . "

"Zach . . . deMarco?" Jacob addressed carefully.

"Whoa! What the--!" Viper gasped with a jump, almost falling off the cot to the floor. He looked up at Jacob. "Oh, it's you," Viper said, settling back down on the cot and resting with his hands behind his head. "Look, it's not a good time for a rematch, okay?"

"That's not what this is about," Jacob said. "Do you know about that gang? The Black Widow?"

"Sorta," Viper said cautiously.

Jacob asked, "Where would you find them?"

"Find 'em?" Viper repeated. "You haven't heard the stories?" Jacob shook his head. Viper explained, "Them and their so-called 'leader,' Blake, can usually be found somewhere around La Flor de Mal. That's 'The Flower of Evil.' It's an island just off the coast of the sea just south of here that can't be found, on a map or otherwise. . . .Unless, you already know where it is . . . " He let it hang.

"Where is it?" Jacob asked.

"Why ask me?" said Viper, crossing his feet.

Jacob replied, "Because you're a gangster."

"And you wanna be a gangster, too, huh?" Viper questioned. Jacob seemed offended.

"Not . . . in a million . . . years," he said through clenched teeth. Viper tilted his head in an "I don't care" kind of way, and went back to staring at the ceiling. "This might interest you," Jacob told him. "They kidnaped this girl . . . "

"What about a girl?" Viper asked, sitting up straight.

"Yeah. They kidnaped a girl I kinda . . . "

". . .are in love with?" Viper finished the sentence for him. "That's really great and all, but if you're planning on going to her rescue and winning her heart, I think you're gonna have to go alone. I don't see what's in it for me."

"I'll get you out of here," Jacob offered.

"How you gonna do that?" Viper asked, then jerking his head toward the door, added, "Dumb and Dumber ran off with the keys."

Jacob took a lock pick out of his pocket and his face said it all.

Viper smiled a little. "I like ya, man. What's your name?" he asked.

"Jacob Waters," came the reply.

Viper nodded, and said, "Jacob Jesse Waters, right? Your middle name was your dad's name."

"Yeah," Jacob said. "How did you –"

"Forget about it," Viper cut him off. "So . . . if you get me out of here, I swear on the pain of my death, I'll take you to the Black Widow and your girlfriend. Deal?" He put his hand through the bars. Jacob thought a moment, then shook his hand with a smile.

"Now move," he said. Viper stepped back and watched as Jacob picked the lock of the cell and opened the door.

"Good work," Viper complimented. He started going through the drawers of the guard's desk until he found a key.

"Where are you going?" Jacob asked Viper, who was busy unlocking a closet door.

"Dude. I'm not leaving without my stuff," Viper said from inside the closet. He started going though the boxes until he found his sword and gun.

As he left the room, Jacob asked him, "Why will you need that gun? You could have gotten away if you had killed me before, but you weren't willing to use it."

"And I'm starting to think that was a mistake," Viper cautioned, cocking the gun and aiming at Jacob. "When you've only got one shot, then you'd better wait for the opportune moment. That wasn't it. And neither is this," he said, and lowered the gun. "C'mon. We got a girl to save," he continued, and led Jacob out the door.

Viper and Jacob peeked around the corner outside the Four Seasons. "Can you ride a bicycle?" Viper asked.

"What kind of question is that?" Jacob returned.

"The 'yes or no' kind," said Viper.

Jacob gave him a look. "Yes, I can ride a bicycle."

"Good. Then take this –" he handed Jacob the key he had stolen the day before "– And take that black Chopper over there."

"I can't ride a motorcycle!"

"You can ride a bike, you can ride a motorcycle."

"There's a difference."

"Yeah. Motorcycles get girls. Now listen. Go to the head of the interstate and stay in the parking lot of the Waffle House where you can see the intersection. When you see me go by, just follow me. If I've got the cops on me, just stick around a while, then go north and follow the signs to Lorenzo. I can find you from there. Got it?" Viper had stated his directions so quickly, Jacob barely caught bits and pieces.

"Okay, so . . . if there's cops in Lorenzo, go to the Waffle House –" Jacob tried to repeat.

"Good enough," Viper cut him off. "Now go!" He shoved Jacob out and ran to steal a motorcycle for himself. And he knew exactly where to go.

Viper snuck around the back of a warehouse just outside the industrial park. The air smelled like sulfur and pierced his lungs. Fighting the strangled feeling in his throat, he climbed up the rusty ladder precariously drilled into the side of the building. When he got to the roof, he climbed down another ladder that was hidden under a trap door. As he climbed down silently, he carefully closed the door above his head. He heard it click as it locked. He pressed his hand up against it and realized it wouldn't open. Wasn't expecting that, he thought. A few feet lower, the ladder ended. Or that. He looked down and realized where he was. The warehouse was piled up with tires of all sizes, littered with old, rusted vehicle frames and parts, and the desk in the corner was overflowing with papers and folders. It was a chop shop disguised as a garage. Suddenly, one of the hoods of the cars popped open and a man stood in its place.

"Hey, Vince!" the man called.

Another man scooted out from under a van. "Yeah, Max?"

"What's this?" asked Max, holding up a large metal mass that was dripping in oil.

"Oh, I dunno, man. About three hundred dollars?" Vince replied with a laugh. Max threw the car part over his shoulder and it clattered to the concrete floor.

Viper reached into his back pocket to take out his handkerchief. In his struggling, he pulled out his switchblade with it and it tumbled from his grasp, threatening to make his presence known. But he acted quickly and barely caught it before it left his reach. He breathed a sigh of relief, which caused him to cough from the fumes in the air. But he quickly stopped and held his breath.

"What was that?" he heard Vince wonder.

"Huh? Oh, probably rats," Max said.

Viper held the handkerchief in his mouth as he reached back and put the blade back in his pocket. Then, using only one hand, carefully tied the handkerchief behind his head and over his mouth and nose.

He knew he couldn't just stay hanging on that ladder forever. He looked around to find either the motorcycle he was looking for or a way down, whichever came first. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that just a few feet below him was a huge heap of old tires and car parts. He rolled his eyes and eased down the ladder. For a few seconds, he dangled by just his arms until his feet touched down on something sturdy. Then he slowly let go, got down on his knees and began his descent to the floor. And when he finally did touch the concrete, he wanted to kiss it. (And had he imagined the floor to be Helena Bonham Carter, he probably would have done just that.) He slowly stood up and noticed the error of his ways. He should have stayed on his perch until he found Max's motorcycle, then he could have come down and gone right to it. From up on that ladder, he could see the entire warehouse. Now he was going to have to do something he really didn't want to do. He took out his gun, cocked it, pulled down the handkerchief and came out of his hiding place.

"Hey there, Max," he greeted, walking toward him with his gun aimed. Max and Vince both jumped up with their hands in the air.

"Viper!" Max stuttered, coming out of the car he stood in the middle of. "Listen! Honestly, I didn't know you two were going out! It was Ashley's fault! She should have told me!"

"That's not why I'm here. I came 'cause I need to take your bike for a little –" Viper then comprehended what Max had just told him. "What'd you just say?"

Then the door came open and Ashley, Viper's girlfriend, walked in. "Max, babe, I'm gonna need some money for some new –" She then saw Viper with his gun aimed at Max. "Oh, Viper," she gasped. "I guess you've found out about me and Max already, huh?"

"I have now," Viper said. All was quiet for a moment, then Viper fully grasped what was going on. "Eew! You and Max?!" he asked. "That's not just gross. That's embarrassing!" He glared at Max. "And to think I actually let you in one of my gangs and taught you all my best pickup lines."

"Look, Viper, I'm really sorry," Ashley apologized. "I hope we can still be friends . . . "

"Heck, don't worry, Sugar," Viper said with a smile. "I may have lost you, but at least your sister hasn't dumped me yet!" Ashley's jaw dropped to the floor. Viper turned back to Max. "Y'know, I was just going to steal your bike, but I've got a little something extra planned for you now." He went toward the door, closed it, locked it, and closed the shade with an evil grin.

When the police came to the scene later on, they found Max, Vince, and Ashley all tied to chairs in the middle of the room. Each of them had a word written on their forehead with a red permanent marker. Max's forehead said "Dork," Vince's said "Loser," and Stacy's said "Skank." Max's motorcycle was missing. And as Sheriff Jones investigated the scene, steam escaped his ears as he read what was spray-painted on the wall.

"Sheriff, if this paint is still wet, you just missed me! –Viper"