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Chapter 18

Hanson's awareness of his surroundings was fading when a flash of light and the roar of an engine started to bring him back to reality. The rain had quit a while ago but the chill in the air still sliced at Tom's already suffering body. A door slammed and then another and another. Tom tried to hold his head up but the cold, rain and pain ravaging his body made it difficult.

"Hello Tommy…" Darren's voice cut through the silence of the night. He shined a bright flashlight into Tom's face. The officer flinched in a desperate attempt to pull back as the white light blinded him. Tom's face was a combination of a lacerations and bruising. His kidnapper walked slowly up to him and lifted his chin and pulling the gag out of his mouth. Tom moaned at the movement feeling the pain in his arms ignite as he lifted his head. Darren's piercing stare bored through Tom's own brown pain laced eyes. "Game was called on account of the inclement weather… so we have a new game to play tonight… what do ya say, Tommy boy?" Darren's words hung like a cloud in the air.

"Go… to hell… Darren." Hanson spit back in a near whisper.

A slow smile spread across Darren's lips. He watched the tortured officer for a minute more and then turned to the boys behind him. "What do you say… grease the pigs nephew." There was laughter from the group of four as someone cut the ropes holding Tom up. The officer dropped onto his stomach landing with an echoing thud.

Hanson felt the mud from the floor squash sickeningly over the front of his body. The cold liquid goo was soaking through his jeans and across his front. He could here the foot steps of the four students surrounding him. He tried to pull himself up to his knees but his arms had next to no strength left in them. The ropes still bound hid wrists making it difficult to move himself around. He managed to push himself up somewhat up onto his knees with both hands. There was a movement behind him as someone placed a foot on the back of his thigh and shoved him back down into the foul smelling mud on the floor. Tom groaned as the movement jarred his whole body. He had to stand up or he was going to be annihilated. A second movement yielded a kick to Tom's midsection rolling him over onto his back. The officer pulled his arms into his stomach. He grimaced as the pain from the kick stung the already pained muscles. The assault was slow and deliberate as if watching the officer writhe and suffer was the best part for those delving out the torment.

"Wait…" Darren stopped the boys from their continued abuse of the officer. Something had caught his eye. He bent over and grabbed Hanson by the arm, pulling him over towards him. The officer slid like a rag doll over to the young man. "Why this here's an Indian boy… Tommy Miller thinks he's an Indian. I should have guessed it…" The cold words stood out in Hanson's mind.

Darren had spotted the tattoo that he had gotten when he took off with his old buddy Russell Buckin's. He hadn't even remembered having the ink work done; he had been so drunk that night.

"Well Blue Jacket, we'll have to see if we can accommodate you. Get the others and meet me at the cabin in an hour." Darren said to the three others with him.

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They had spent hours looking through maps, searching cars, scratching for details. Tom was missing and they had no clue where to begin looking for him at.

"I have to call Adam." Dean stated. He had been afraid this whole time that he would have to make a call to tell his friend that something bad had happened to one of his young officers. He stood up and walked over to the phone at his desk. The police station had been a bustle of activity since Tom Hanson had disappeared. Any available officers had been asked to come to the station. Dean then made the formal announcement that Hanson was missing.

Doug stood and walked over to the officer. "Let me call him, sir." Doug pleaded.

Dean looked down at the phone and sighed deeply. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the younger officer standing next to him. "Boy, that would be easy… but I have to do this." He said patting the younger officer on his back. "Why don't you go and try calling Jim again. Maybe he'll be able to tell us where his son went."

Doug walked over to the desk next to where Booker was on the phone. He had called several parents asking if they knew where their son was. His patients seemed to be wearing thin as with many of the other calls the answer was "Well, I think he is with Darren at his father's house."

"NO ONE IS AT THAT HOUSE!!" Dennis screamed at the phone once it was hung up. His dark eyes were flickering with disgust. Doug looked at the wild eyed officer who ran both hands through his hair in frustration. "Doug… were going to loose Hanson if something doesn't give soon."

Dean had just picked up the phone to call Fuller when James Thompson walked through the door and into Dean's office.

"Jim!" Dean dropped the receiver back into the cradle.

"I heard your nephew's missing Dean, can I help." Jim asked a look of concern growing on his face.

"My GOD Jim, do you know where Darren is." Dean asked urgently.

Jim Thompson shook his head. "He was supposed to be home an hour ago… I just can't keep track of him anymore."

"Do you have any clue where he could have gone?" Dean insisted. Doug and Dennis had made their way over to the duo at Dean's office.

"I… n…no.. why?" Jim shook his head wondering why they were all looking for his son.

"Mr. Thompson, we think that he has information on where Tommy is." Dennis stated.

Officer James Thompson looked at the three men in front of him. He shook his head and sat down. "Why would Darren know…?"

"Mr. Thomson, my name is Officer Doug Penhall; this is Officer Dennis Booker, were officers with the Jump Street Program out of Metro PD. Dean asked us to step in and help find out who is responsible for the beatings and hazing of students and now the death of a student here in Waylon." Penhall established.

"Sir, we think that your son is the ring leader, he's not the only one involved." Dennis interrupted.

"And the boy missing… he's an officer too?" Jim's face paled.

"Yes sir, his name's Officer Tom Hanson." Booker confirmed the mans fear.

"Darren… what did you do…" Jim shook his head and placed it in his hands. His face was white as he looked up at the Chief of Police. "Dean… I…"

Dean patted his officer on the back. "Jim, it's not your fault… but we have to find Officer Hanson now before something happens to him."

"Dean, I think he might be at our cabin at the lake… but it will take at least an hour and a half to get there." Jim stated.

"SHIT!" All officers in the room including James Thompson rushed out the door.

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