Chapter 20

Sara

Sara grew more and more nervous with each step Mark took towards her. Bruce wasn't coming and she had to find something, anything to use to defend herself. Her eyes frantically scanned the room for something that she could use to her advantage.

Bruce

5 minutes earlier

Bruce listened as Mark unknowingly confessed to his involvement in the murder of five innocent young women.

"So what now?" he heard Sara's voice cut in. "Are we just going to continue to 'Pa..."

"What just happened?" Bruce yelled to his second in command next to him as the line went to static.

"I don't know we just lost her."

Sara

Sara spotted a pan resting by the sink directly behind Mark. It was her only choice. She turned her attention back on Mark and started working her way side ways in order to switch their positions.

"So what are you going to do after you kill me? I'm the last aren't I?" she asked hoping to distract him as they slowly turned in a circle.
"I don't know." he said playing the tip of the blade. "Maybe I'll go to Panama, pay that boyfriend of yours a little visit after all. Teach him how rude it is to screw up other peoples plans. What'd you think?"

Sara's jaw tightened at the thought as her back bumped against the counter. Her hands discreetly roamed the surface looking for the pan. Instead her hands found the coffee mug he had abandoned just moments before.

"I'll tell where it is you can go Mark." she said smiling up at him.

"Oh and where would that be?" he questioned still oblivious to what she was doing.

"To Hell..." she said as she grabbed the mug and threw the boiling hot contents in his face.

Mark yelled out in pain as he tried to wipe the steamy liquid from his eyes. Sara scanned the counter still trying to locate the pan she had spotted earlier. Once she did she gripped it firmly and swung it around until it made contact with the side of Mark's head.

Mark doubled over in pain cupping the side of his head, but Sara wasn't done with him yet. She ran at him with full force tackling him to the ground and sending the knife flying into the air and onto the other side of the kitchen.

They rolled around on the kitchen floor, each fighting for control as they scurried to retrieve the knife. Although she put up a fight Mark, being twice her size, had finally managed to pin her to the floor as he reached over and picked the knife up once again.

Bruce

"Okay I think I got it." one of the agents called from the controls.

"It's about time." Bruce said as the sound cut back in and a scream resonated from the speakers.

"I want everyone up there now!" Bruce yelled as he jumped up and out of the truck, running to the apartment building across the street.

Sara

"That was a really stupid thing to do Sara. All you did was further tick me off." Mark growled through clinched teeth as he pressed the tip of the blade into the skin above her collarbone.

"SARA!!!" they heard someone scream as footsteps sounded off on the stairs outside the door.

"Don't think this is over Sara. I will find you, and when I do, it won't be pretty."

The door to Sara's apartment was kicked open as Bruce and his team swept inside. They made their way into the kitchen to find Sara still lying on the kitchen floor.

"Sara." Bruce said kneeling down next to her. "Are you okay? Where's Mark?"

"He's gone." she said pointing to the open window over her sink leading out to the fire escape.

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"Sara, are you sure you're going to be okay?" Bruce asked as he made his way to the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied giving him a small and reassuring smile "When do you think they'll catch him?"

"Well, we have men all over the city. He couldn't have gotten very far so it should only be a matter of hours now. But I'm going to keep a couple guards outside the door just in case."

"Okay." she nodded letting out a sigh of relief and turning her attention to the coffee in her hands.

"In the meantime..." Bruce smiled "You should be getting packed for that trip you were telling me about. Where is it that you're going again?"

"Panama." Sara said letting a knowing smile spread across her face "I figured it was time for a vacation."

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What was supposed to be hours turned into days as Sara stood by the phone waiting for the call telling her that Mark had been caught. But until that call came Sara was stuck waiting. She had bought her ticket and packed her suitcase days ago and they were now sitting by the door ready to go. Unfortunately she knew that it wasn't safe to go anywhere until Mark had been caught.

Sara was asleep when the phone started ringing waking her. She anxiously grabbed the receiver praying that it was the police calling to tell her the news.

"Hello?" she spoke it the phone.

"Miss Tancredi?" a voice came from the other end.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Sheriff Foster down here at the police station. I just wanted to let you know that we just caught Mark Jacobs and he's on his way to the state penitentiary as we speak."

"Oh my God, that's great thank you so much!" Sara replied anxiously.

She hung up the phone and quickly got dressed; she had a plane to catch.