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Authors Note: Warning: This chapter is going to deal with sexual assault, but not graphically, mostly the aftermath of it. Thanks to everyone reading it! Thanks for any and all reviews! I appreciate all the feedback I have received. You know who you are!
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Chapter Eleven
Hutch stumbled through the doorway, tripping over a couple who were seated just inside. He apologized profusely to them. Scanning the room, he quickly spotted Heidi against the back wall as he headed that direction. He was glad to see for himself that she was alright. Next to her was Starsky, he had a fat lip and a little dried blood by his left temple. He could only imagine how his hot-tempered partner earned those battle wounds. He never had been one to keep his mouth shut and follow orders.
He shifted his attention to Julie, his stomach jumped up to his throat. She had bruises on her arms. Her right eye was developing quite a shiner. She too had a fat lip to match Starsky's, and left cheekbone was discolored as well. He had almost reached them when Rebecca came up behind him.
"Drop to the floor, and stay there." She instructed him.
Watching this from against the wall, Starsky held his breath, thinking to himself. Rebecca knows he's a cop. Now that she had spotted him, he was sure she was going to alert the others. They would take his gun and anything else helpful that he may have brought with him, like a missal launcher or possibly a small army of soldiers hidden somewhere inside his jacket. Although he was happy to see his partner, he was now worried about the well-being of three other people instead of two.
Hutch complied with Rebecca's request. He recognized her as the warm, kind woman from the plane that Starsky had found so attractive and appealing. As a matter of fact he recalled Starsky referring to her as 'Cruella Deville'. Oh, he was going have to rib his partner about this one. But not now, he'd save that for later. Rebecca looked at Hutch and gave a slight nod and walked away. She continued her rounds of the room.
Starsky watched as Hutch inched closer to them very slowly, hoping nobody would notice. It took him about five minutes to get close enough to the threesome to be able to exchange conversation.
"You guys okay?" Was the first question Hutch had, noticing that Starsky's hands were bound.
"We've been better." Starsky answered. He wasn't about to go into detail the attack on Jenny, especially with her sitting right there.
"Did they hurt you, Jenny?" Hutch asked.
"No Captain Obvious, I fell down a flight of stairs between here and that stupid restaurant out there!" She snapped.
Starsky grinned inside; he loved when someone besides him gave Hutch a hard time. Hutch grimaced at the jab. He had thought she was such a sweet kid earlier. He knew something bad must have happened.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to…"
"It's alright buddy, she's just got a short wick right now." Starsky interrupted. Trying to deter anymore interaction between the two.
"What'd they do? Why her?" Hutch inquired, looking at his friend.
"Not now, 'kay partner?" Starsky responded. Hutch nodded once. He knew by the sound of his voice that he needed to stop asking questions for now. He was sure Starsky would fill him later; he also knew he wasn't going to like it.
"Tell me, what happened to you?" Starsky asked his friend that had been MIA up until now.
"Well, apparently when they hit, and the three of us ducked for cover, I went for my piece. When the agents saw me comin' up from behind the table armed, they assumed I was one of the terrorists and took me down. I thought they were the bad guys, and they thought I was. Imagine their surprise when they searched me while I was out, and found my badge." Starsky smiled, thinking about their reaction.
"So what's their plan, hotshot?" Starsky queried.
"Honestly? I'm not sure, they kicked me out and wouldn't let me play, and so I came lookin' for you. You'll let me have some fun, right?"
"Anytime. You didn't happen to bring a spare piece with you did ya'? They took mine, but at least they were nice enough to give me back my cuffs." He joked. His spirit was lifting somewhat now that his best friend was there.
"Nah, sorry buddy all I got is mine." Hutch stated.
"We need to do somethin' about that. I don't like bein' without." Starsky directed.
Hutch turned to Heidi. "Some first date 'ey?"
"Get Jenny and me outta here, and I may just give you a second chance."
"I'm gonna take you up on that." He winked.
Starsky looked through the room searching for Rebecca. She was standing towards the front with four other men. None of them were even looking their way. Could it be that Rebecca wasn't going to rat out Hutch? After all she did him the keys to the cuffs.
Jenny stood up. "What are you doing?" Starsky asked her.
"I'll be back." She said as she headed for the exit door leading into the main lobby.
"Jenny? Sit back down." Starsky tried to instruct her, but it's as if she didn't hear him, she kept walking.
Honey?" Heidi tried, but she didn't respond. Starsky saw Moose headed to intercept her.
"Dammit! Jenny!" He shouted. She didn't even look back.
Just as she reached the doorway, Moose grabbed her roughly by the arm. She winced and let out a whimper. "Let go, please. That hurts." Starsky and Heidi both gasped, sharing identical lumps in their throats.
"Well that's too bad, babe. Where in the hell do you think you're going?" He questioned.
"I need to go to the bathroom, I think I'm gonna be sick." She thought about losing her stomach contents all over him.
Heidi looked at Hutch, then Starsky as she rose off the floor. "Be careful." Starsky said, knowing what this man was capable of. She nodded and joined her cousin at the door.
"Please let me take her to the bathroom." Heidi begged just as 'Abbott' approached.
"Let her go, Moose." He ordered. Starsky was thankful to see that he had intervened.
Reluctantly Moose released his grip on her arm. Heidi put her left arm around Jenny's waist and held her hand with her right one. 'Abbott' was joined by Rebecca, and they both escorted the women to the restroom.
Hutch took a position next to Starsky along the long wall. "What happened to her Starsk?"
"Ah Hutch, they hurt her real bad. Three of them, Jace…Carlos…and Moose." Starsky explained, pointing out which ones they were, with a flip of his head. "They…They raped her, all o' them. I tried, but I couldn't help her, Hutch, I didn't help her! They beat and raped her!" He could hear the anguish in Starsky's voice. There was silence. Hutch just stared at his friend, who was looking straight ahead. Not focusing on anything. He saw Starsky's Adam's apple bob up and down, as his friend struggled to swallow.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. What can I do to help?"
"Promise me somethin'?" Starsky requested.
"Anything."
"When this is over, those three are mine!"
"You got it, partner." Suddenly his injuries made sense; they also seemed minor compared to what could have happened. He placed his hand on Starsky's shoulder in support.
Rebecca ran up to the two detectives, frantically.
"You need to come here, quick." She said to Starsky, grabbing him by the arm, stabilizing him while he pushed against the wall to rise to his feet. "Where are the keys?" She asked turning him so his back was facing her.
"Back, right pocket. What's going on?" He could hear the urgency in her voice.
"It's your friend, she's freaking out." She explained, reaching into his back pocket. Normally this is something Starsky would have taken great pleasure in, but not now.
"Says she's gonna kill herself. You gotta help her."
Starsky felt his heart drop. Maybe this was too much for her. Maybe she wasn't gonna be able to handle and get through this. It wasn't very often Starsky got scared. He was scared when he found Hutch in the alley, hooked on heroin. He was scared when Simon Marcus' pals had him at the old zoo, and he was scared now.
Hutch started to get up. "Stay put, would ya'? I need to try this one on my own. Besides, we don't want to announce the fact that you're a fellow cop. Not yet, anyway." Starsky informed him. He sat back down and gave a nod of understanding.
Starsky followed Rebecca out into the main lobby. He saw 'Abbott' standing outside the women's bathroom. Heidi was standing at the door. She was crying, her hand was bleeding. Starsky picked up his pace. As he reached her side, she turned and hugged him. She held him tight.
"What happened?" He asked. Heidi pulled back, looking at the detective.
"I took her in there, she was sick to her stomach, she actually threw up. We were standing at the sinks and…and… she was rinsing her mouth out, crying. I was trying to help her." Her breath quickened. "She just looked at herself in the mirror, than she shoved me away. She just lost it. Started screaming at herself, not making any sense…I don't even know what she was saying. I'm on the ground when she picks up one of the metal trash cans and throws it at the mirror. When it shattered, she grabbed a piece of it. I tried to get it away from her." She looked down at her cut hand.
"Let me see that." Starsky said reaching for her forearm. He took a quick look. It wasn't real deep, but deep enough. The cut ran across the palm of her right hand. He looked around, Rebecca handed him what seemed to be a cloth napkin. He wrapped it around her wound, closing her fingers over it, tightly.
"Dave, she says she's gonna kill herself. I think she means it!" Heidi cried.
"Calm down, it'll be okay." He said trying to reassure her. "Go back with Hutch, let me talk to her."
Rebecca took a reluctant Heidi and led her back to the ballroom.
Starsky knocked on the bathroom door. "Jenny?" He said as he swung it open a mere inch or two. "It's me, Dave. I'm not gonna hurt ya' I just wanna talk." He said entering the room slowly. It bothered him that there was no response. Nothing, no noise, no sobs, nothing. God, don't let him be too late…
Chapter Twelve
Starsky entered the cold room. There was a tiled foyer with a wall that blocked the full view into the bathroom. He stood against the gray wall, listening for some noise, any noise. He heard a very faint whimper.
"Jenny?" He said softly. "It's me, honey." He closed his eyes briefly and swallowed. "I just wanna talk." He said as he moved around the wall slowly. He heard a short stifled sob. She's alive, he thought to himself. He looked up and gave a silent 'thank you' to the man upstairs.
Once he was fully inside the restroom, he saw the shattered mirror to his left. There was another gray tiled wall in front of him. This room reminded him of a small labyrinth. He moved forward cautiously.
"I know you're upset, you have every right to be. But you can't let them win. You can't let them hurt you again, you have to fight. If you do something to yourself now, it's the same as letting them hurt you again." He waited for a response. He moved around the wall finding a whole row of stalls.
"Jenny, answer me. Say something." He heard gentle weeping. On the white tiled floor, he saw a trail of bright red drops. "I wanna help, Jenny. Please, let me help you!" His voice cracked in desperation. His blue eyes became moist. He didn't want to fail her, not again!
Following the trail of blood, it took him to a stall at the end of the row. The door was closed, so he bent down to peek under. He could see her form sitting on the ground. There was a small pool of blood on the floor beside her. He was sick to his stomach.
"Oh, God, Jenny, you're hurt." He pushed lightly on the stall door. It wasn't locked, which he was thankful for. As the door opened she cried out in protest.
"Please, leave me alone." She begged, trying to kick the door shut with her foot. Starsky held the door open. Jenny kept her gaze on the floor in front of her. Starsky knelt down, to be at eye level with her. There was blood on both her arms.
"Jenny, let me see what you've done. I really need to take a look."
She drew her whole body back. She was sitting between the wall of the bathroom stall and the toilet itself. Crammed into the small space, her legs pulled completely up to her chest, her elbows on her knees. He saw she was still holding the piece of broken mirror in her right hand. It was covered in blood.
"Give me the glass." Starsky said firmly, holding out his hand.
"Just go away, I don't…" Another round of nausea hit her and she rose over the porcelain basin. Her stomach heaving up any contents that may have been left after the last bout of vomiting she had experienced. She tucked her right hand under her waist so Starsky wouldn't be able to snatch the mirror from her.
"It's okay, just breathe slowly." He watched and waited for her body to stop fighting itself. When she started to relax back onto the floor, he pled. "Please, don't do this to yourself. Don't do this to Heidi, she loves you, Jen." His voice shaking.
"You don't understand." She protested.
"Tell me." He wanted to keep her talking. If he could keep her talking, hopefully he could keep her from doing anymore damage to herself. "Tell me what you need me to understand." His voice becoming louder and more persuasive.
She brought her head up so their eyes would meet. It was hard for him to look her in the eyes. He could see the deep anguish she was feeling. He felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"When they…After they…ra…Since they hurt me, I haven't felt anything, nothing. I feel numb." She looked at the cuts on her arms, then back at Starsky, her eyes wide with fear. "I need to feel something!" She shouted, sobbing uncontrollably. Her hand was gripping the glass tightly, he could see the blood dripping quickly from her palm as she squeezed harder. "Don't you see, I need to hurt! At least I'm feeling something!" She raised the shard of glass.
"Jenny!" Starsky shouted at her as he lunged forward, grabbing her wrist tightly with his left hand, pressing hard. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to get her to let go. "Drop it!"
"No, please don't!" She cried, finding it hard to take a breath. "Let go of me, dammit!" Her hand opened against its will and the glass dropped to the tiled floor, breaking into several pieces.
Starsky grabbed her around the back of the neck with his right hand and pulled her into his chest, his backside hitting the floor with a thump. She screamed and cried out loud in protest, hitting him in the chest, and a couple of times in the face, with her left hand. With his free hand he grabbed her left forearm and cradled her tightly, talking to her the entire time.
"It's okay, you're alright, honey." He spoke gently.
"It's not okay, I'm not okay! Let go of me." She thrashed about in his arms. He thought for a moment about releasing her, but now he was afraid she'd hurt herself again.
"Let it out! Just let it out, Jenny!" He kept his hold firm, but his emotions started flowing. His nostrils flared as he started to visibly break. "I'm here."
She was completely hysterical. She was speaking without forming any sentences. Not making any sense, like Heidi had said. Then her struggling slowed. He felt her start to give in.
"Oh God, Dave. Why'd they have to hurt me?" She stopped fighting him, now she grabbed him, holding as tightly as she could.
"I dunno, kiddo. I dunno." He returned the grip that she had on him. His eyes rose to the ceiling, looking for invisible guidance. He knew this was a breakthrough for her. She was now able to admit what had happened to her, now she had to figure out how to begin to deal with it. He wanted to help her.
"They raped me!" She cried and screamed, as she gasped for a regular breath.
He thought she might throw up again, he could feel her body start to heave. He tightened his hold on her. "It's okay, go ahead."
"All three of them, they raped me!" She said between gasps.
"I know. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop them." He stroked the back of her head that was buried deeply in his chest. "I promise, they won't get away with it."
"Oh my God. Please help me!" She grabbed onto his shirt with her left hand squeezing it into a fist.
"We'll help ya' Jenny. Shhh, don't worry." He kissed the top of her head. They sat there a moment; the only sound was Jenny's heart wrenching sobs.
Starsky heard footsteps coming their way. He looked up as Rebecca was slowly approaching, carrying several clean cloths. Some towels from the kitchen, some napkins. Whatever she could find. He motioned with his head for her to place the clothes beside him, which she did, and turned to leave.
"Becca?" Starsky called to her.
"Yeah!" She said as she turned to face him.
"Thank you."
She gave him a half smile and walked out of the room.
Starsky looked again to the ceiling and mouthed. 'Thank you, too'. As he heaved a huge sigh of relief.
He stayed on the floor with Jenny for quite a while. She rested and started relaxing against his chest. He could feel the tension slowly leave her body.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He said looking down at her. "Think we can take you over to that sink over there." He pointed to the row against the wall, just below the shattered mirror. "I need to look at you arms, and your hand."
Picking up the cloths Rebecca had brought him, he kept his other arm around Jenny's back. Although it was awkward, he managed to get his feet underneath him. He rose, helping Jenny up with him. "Upsadaisy." He said as they stood.
He guided her gently to the sink, turning on the faucet running the cold water only. He had to pull her left hand loose from his shirt. Holding it out in front of him he wet one of the napkins, and began wiping away the blood on her arm, revealing several superficial cuts. Jenny winced and started pull away, then stopped.
"Sorry!" He said looking into her eyes. She quickly diverted her eyes from him, looking back down at the sink, watching the clear running water turn red, as he rinsed her arm. He finished with the left arm; she was still holding the right behind her.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Starsky raised his hand giving a 'come here' motion with his index finger, signaling that he wanted to see her hand. She slowly brought her closed fist out in front of her. The wound from her palm was still dripping blood. He took her wrist, gently this time, in his hand. She kept her fist tightly closed.
"Open up, let me see." He slowly coaxed her. She gradually opened her hand. "Damn." He gasped.
The cut was deep and it looked painful. It ran from the tip of her index finger, across the base of the middle one, and down the meaty part of her hand. The cut itself was open. The flesh flipped back on either side. It reminded him of the type of slice Hutch would perform when gutting a fish on their camping trips. He immediately wrapped a thick cloth around it tightly. When he looked up he saw Jenny biting her bottom lip.
"I know this hurts, I'm sorry." He kept firm pressure on the hand, while he looked at the other cuts on her arm. He rinsed her arm under the cool water. Although they were deeper than the ones on her left arm, he didn't think those slices were too serious. He was definitely concerned about her hand. He tied a couple of cloths around her right forearm. Just to stop anymore bleeding.
The cloth he had around her hand was damp with a mixture of blood and water. He grabbed some fresh dry ones from the pile. Gingerly removing the moist ones, he again got a look at the wound. It looked like the bleeding was slowing, but she needed stitches as soon as possible.
The door to the bathroom opened and Rebecca entered, startling Jenny. Starsky was rewrapping the 'bandages' on her hand.
She informed the couple. "The vans are here, we need to get you both outside."
Chapter Thirteen
Jenny looked at Starsky as he placed even more pressure on her deep wound. He winced as she let out a moan. He felt her body tense and her arm try to withdraw involuntarily.
"It's okay." He said to Jenny. "Try to relax." He turned his attention to Rebecca. "She's not goin' anywhere. She needs to see a doctor, this cuts gonna need stitches."
"It'll all be over soon," Rebecca replied. "They'll let you both go once we get to Mexico. She can see a doctor then." Starsky glared at her, not satisfied with her answer. "That's the best I can do."
"I'm stayin' with her." He said more as a matter of fact than a request.
"That can probably be arranged." She answered.
"That's great, 'cause I wasn't askin' your permission." He said curtly. He looked at Jenny. "You're gonna be fine, it's almost over." She nodded in understanding.
He turned off the water in the sink. Taking hold of her right wrist, he bent her arm up so her hand was near her shoulder. He placed his left arm around her back, and picked up the rest of the clean cloths off the sink, tucking them under his arm. He turned her towards the door.
Rebecca still had her weapon at her side. It was pointed at the floor. She felt there was no need to hold it on either one of them. Starsky was too worried about Jenny to start any trouble. He wanted to see this end without anymore damage to this young girl. Rebecca was pretty sure he'd mind his manners.
With her free hand, Rebecca held the door open for the duo. As they passed her Starsky lent over her direction.
"What'd be the chances of bringin' Hutch along? He's never been to Mexico." Rebecca just shrugged her shoulders. "Look, if this thing doesn't go down the way you think it's gonna, I want Hutch with us, on our side, got it?"
Rebecca knew he was right. She didn't know these guys she was dealing with; she didn't know what they were capable of. They had already killed two. 'God help her.' She thought. By now, she was an accessory to murder, kidnapping and armed robbery. Things couldn't get much worse for her. She had nothing left to lose.
"I'll see what I can do." She replied.
Starsky and Jenny exited the bathroom together. He kept her close to him, his arm around her the whole time. They were escorted by 'Abbott' and Rebecca back to the ballroom. Heidi met them as they passed through the doorway.
"Jenny!" She cried out, grabbing her cousin and hugging her. Jenny refrained from returning the embrace. Not because she didn't want to, but because her arms hurt when they were touched. Hutch gave a sigh of relief to see his partner and Jenny return.
"I'm okay, Heidi. I'm okay." She murmured. Heidi released her cousin. The three of them returned to their spots, on the floor, against the back wall near Hutch.
There was quite a commotion towards the front of the room, near the kitchen. Several people running around, whispering to each other.
"What's goin' on?" Hutch asked.
"Looks like they're getting ready to move, and Jenny and I have been asked to join 'em." Starsky replied, as he wadded up some more clean cloths and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Hutch looked at his partner with a look of deep concern. "Oh don't worry, we've asked them to extend the invite to you, partner."
"Well, that was mighty kind of you, buddy. Remind me to thank you later." Hutch joked, but he was very thankful that he may be joining them on their trip. He didn't want to let either one of them out of his sight.
Moose and Carlos approached them, waiving their weapons in Starsky and Jenny's face.
"You two, up." Carlos ordered. Starsky was first to rise. Not taking his eyes off of Carlos, imagining the fun he must have had beating the crap out of him while he was unconscious. Starsky put his hand out for Jenny, who grabbed it with her left, and used his help to bring her to her feet. He pulled her under his arm while he and Carlos continued their 'macho-stare-down'. Starsky still had the fat lip and an indentation of his temple to thank him for.
Jenny kept her eyes on the ground in front of her. Starsky could feel her shudder. He tightened his hold around her.
Moose reached out to take her by the arm and received a quick, hard smack on his hand from Starsky. Now his gaze was locked on Moose, his jaw clenched as he pulled Jenny out of Moose's reach.
"Touch her, I break your arm!" Starsky threatened Moose. Carlos moved towards Starsky, as Hutch started to stand.
Out of nowhere, Rebecca pushed herself between Carlos and Starsky. Hutch returned to the ground. Staring deep into Carlos' eyes she clearly and deliberately ordered him to get Hutch and take him to the kitchen. The vans were waiting at the loading docks off the main kitchen. Only Starsky was close enough to see that Rebecca was shaking.
Carlos looked at Rebecca, then at Hutch. He reluctantly turned to the blond man and ordered him up. Hutch gave a sideways glance to Starsky as Carlos took him by the elbow and led him away. Starsky didn't take his eyes off Moose. There was no way in hell he was gonna put a finger on her. Not as long as he was there. Without Carlos' muscle, Moose backed off.
Heidi was still sitting on the ground. She reached up and grabbed Starsky's arm. He looked down at her, reading the fear in her eyes. He let his arm fall to his left side, his hand finding hers. The both grasped each other giving a long caring squeeze.
"Dave." She barely uttered.
"Don't worry, we'll be okay. I'll take care of her." He promised. Their hands releasing their hold.
With that, Moose led the two away, with Rebecca following. The four of them entered the kitchen, joining Hutch, Carlos and eight other terrorists.
Starsky looked at Rebecca, who was far enough away from the others, that he was able to speak quietly to her. He leaned forward to Rebecca's ear. "I stay with her!" He reminded the woman.
Hutch was just to the right as they entered the room. Starsky made eye contact with him briefly. They had been partners and best friends for so long, they could communicate without speaking. Their main objective was to get everyone, especially Jenny, out alive. Without any further injuries her. They both looked around, assessing the situation, taking mental notes.
Starsky could feel Jenny's body tense again, looking at her; he saw her face go pale.
"Hey, you hangin' in there?" He asked her lowering his head, to be able to whisper in her ear.
"I don't feel so good." She stated. Now that the shock was over, her hand was beginning to throb. The cuts she inflicted on her arms, stung when the air hit them.
Looking around he saw a chair to his right, just a few feet away. He guided her to it, turning her to face him, and slowly lowered her back into the chair. He took her right hand in his, kneeling in front of her, and gently raised the cloth that was wrapped around it. It looked like the bleeding had stopped or at least slowed considerably. He carefully removed the cloth from her hand. As he got to the last few layers, there were dark red stains covering the fabric. He tossed the used bandage aside and retrieved a new clean one from his pocket. He started the rewrapping process, wincing whenever he could tell he was hurting her.
"Just take a deep breath, Jenny. It'll be alright." He tried his best to comfort her.
She nodded then raised her eyes to meet his. "I'm scared, Dave. I can't help it, I'm really scared."
"I know you are, honey." He cupped her cheek in his right palm. "I know you are, just hang in there a little longer, 'kay?"
Starsky looked over at Hutch who was staring at them with great concern. He shook his head to the side and gave a slight shrug. Relaying to Hutch that he wasn't sure how she was going to hold up through this.
Rebecca moved to their side. She was holding a glass of water, which she handed to the detective. He offered it to Jenny who eagerly took it from him. Her left hand was shaking so bad that some of the water sloshed over the rim of the glass onto her lap. Starsky helped her stabilize it, putting his left hand on the glass with hers. Looking up she smiled slightly. She was able to bring it up to her mouth hitting the glass against her front teeth, before managing to get a sufficient drink. She handed it back to Starsky, who returned it to Rebecca.
"I don't know if it's such a good idea, taking her along. She's weak and may not be able to move quickly if she needs to." Starsky tried to convince her.
"It wasn't my choice to take her, Moose insisted on it." She replied.
Starsky felt a knot the size Texas growing in his stomach. Why was Moose insistent on bringing her along? He calls her babe, which Heidi now knows how much she despises it. What was his reasoning for taking her? He had to have a motive. Starsky had a very sick feeling about this.
The so called leader, Mike, had some of his fellow delinquents huddled, for a final run down. "Each van will have one hostage. We'll follow the cops south to the Mexican boarder. Stay together. If one of you gets lost, don't count on us to wait for you. You're on your own. Once across the boarder, we're home free. No one on this side can touch us."
Starsky shot a look at Rebecca. "One hostage, each van?" Three vans, three hostages. He knew they were gonna be separated.
To Be Continued