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Chapter 6

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Danny was shaken awake and then pulled cruelly to his feet before he had a chance to understand what was happening. He had fallen into a semi-conscious state during the ride and hadn't even been aware that the van had finally stopped moving. The hood was still on his head though and he could feel the heat of the sun baking through his shirt almost immediately. Robbie had the front of his shirt fisted in his hand as he yanked and pulled Danny from the back of the vehicle. Buttons popped from the strain as the shirt was stretched past its limits.

"Move." The following shove sent him sprawling first to his knees and then on to his stomach in the dirt outside the old factory. Unable to stop himself, Danny hit the ground hard and the dingy material from the hood was uncomfortably sucked into his mouth as he gasped vainly for fresher air.

"Get him up." Another contemptuous order from Robbie had the van's driver heaving Danny to his feet and dragging him forcibly in through an old side door. The only relief he could feel was that he was out of the sun for the building was old and even through the dark material, the stench of urine and ammonia was overwhelming. Another shove sent him to his knees for a second time and Danny couldn't hide the wounded sound as his bad knee connected with the hard concrete floor. The hood was finally pulled from his head and Danny sat back on his heels with his eyes closed just gulping in air regardless of the vile odors.

From that position, he finally forced his eyes open and tried to look around. Based on the types of bad smells wafting around him, he wasn't entirely surprised to see the many barbecue-sized propane tanks and tables upon tables of household products and what looked like laboratory equipment. What was overwhelming though was the veritable size of the old building. Craning his neck upwards and wincing at the pain in his head, Danny blinked through the broken shafts of sunlight and was startled by its sheer breadth. Robbie had either built a meth lab on the island, or he was working for someone with the means and method. Behind him, he could hear a large door being slammed shut and then a chain as it was bolted and locked securely into place. They had reached their destination and it was obvious Robbie had no intentions of allowing him out again.

"What are you doing, Robbie?" Danny coughed as he forced his mouth to work. Besides his obvious injuries, the acrid odors were almost overwhelming and they aggravated his throat.

His voice was coarse and he had to cough around the blood that was still oozing in his mouth from where the old junkie had punched him. Along with his head, now his chin was hot and throbbing from the deeply bruised swelling. "I think you made a mistake here. Nice meth lab. I see you're working your way up but I really don't care about your game or what you're into. The biggest issue for you is that you've just kidnapped, assaulted and detained a cop unlawfully."

And as he ran his tongue over the jagged tear in his cheek, Danny had trouble controlling his own anger. But he heard the worried gasp from behind him and another voice sounded out. A voice that was as young or even younger than his primary abductor, but absolutely petrified where Robbie was dangerously vicious.

"Hey! You said he owed you money. He's a cop?"

"Shut up, Paul." Robbie was holding Danny's gun a mere inch from the side of his head.

"He owes me more than money." Glaring down at him, Robbie leered warningly. "You have something very important to tell Ana. And if you tell her the truth, then just maybe I won't kill you.

Danny frowned as Robbie motioned to his frightened partner who was staring in total disbelief at Danny. "Paul. Get over here and take this gun. I have an important errand to run."

"We took a cop!" Paul was stunned and incredulous by the news. And though his head hurt badly, Danny watched what was happening with interest. The new kid was out of his league and he was now shouting as he resentfully took the weapon thrust into his hands.

"He's a cop, Robbie? Are you crazy, man?"

"Don't disappoint me, Paul. Don't let him move .. if he twitches .. shoot him." Danny swayed on his knees and closed his eyes again while he listened to the short argument. He sensed Robbie leave and Paul take his place but the atmosphere had changed; Paul was more than just a little uncertain. And where Robbie had gained significant mass in physical stature since Danny had last seen him, this Paul was more of your typical teenager. Tall and reedy, he was fit but in a surfer's lean, lanky body. The fact that he was wearing striped board shorts made the predicament all the more ludicrous.

Danny squinted up to get a better look and shook his head dismally. His own weapon was still aimed directly at his head, but Paul's hand was shaking like a leaf in the wind. "So Paul, have you ever a held a gun before?"

He spoke softly when it practically jangled in the air as tremors shook the boy's hand. "Have you? Because you look a little uncomfortable."

But Paul blanched at the question and then became defensive by taking the gun firmly with two hands. It mimicked what the kid had probably seen in the movies and the stance was decidedly sad and his expression, quite unconvincing. "Of course I have. Just shut up."

Scared was an understatement and it made things both better and worse as Paul's hands continued to shake more violently. He was only a few feet away and even a bad shot would find its way into Danny's head.

"Okay. Fine. So you've held a gun. But tell me, how did you get messed up with kidnapping a cop?" Danny kept his voice measured and careful. Possibly not quite eighteen or nineteen, Paul was definitely a bit younger than Ana and Robbie. He certainly lacked Robbie's violent other worldliness and he was absolutely scared to death.

"Sounds like Robbie lied to you, man. You okay with that? Or are you more worried about disappointing him?" He lowered his voice and looked intently into Paul's eyes to get his point across.

"You don't need to get more involved with Robbie's problems; you can walk away now and no one would be the wiser."

The gun wavered in the air and then it dipped entirely. Schooling his features, Danny felt a glimmer of success as the boy's indecisiveness surfaced. But Paul's next astonished look caught Danny by surprise and before he could even try to move, another solid blow caught him in the side of the head. Gasping from shock and blinded by the pain, he fell forward onto his chest in a choking heap.

"Don't talk to him. Don't listen to him. Do not do anything unless I say so." Robbie was back and furious that Danny had so unraveled his little partner. In his fury, he found an old rag and then a roll of duct tape used to set up the various pieces of equipment in the meth lab. Barely conscious, Danny was helpless to resist as he was forcibly gagged where he lay on the floor.

He moaned and tried to move away as Robbie knelt and grabbed the back of his neck to shove his cheek down into the dirty floor. It ground dirt and pebbles into the bruise on his jaw and Danny winced at the new ache. But the harsh whisper in his ear meant business.

"I called Ana. She'll be here soon. And then you can tell her how you murdered her mother. There was no cross-fire .. you killed her in cold blood. The only reason you supposedly care about Ana is because of your own guilt." Danny moaned again and tried to shake Robbie's hand from away from his head. The gag was tight and Robbie's hold on his neck was brutal. Breathing that had been difficult before, quickly became more of an issue.

There was a momentary relief as Robbie got to his feet and took the gun back from Paul. "That room .. help me lock him up. He'll sing when Ana gets here."

Danny struggled again as the two grabbed his arms and dragged him across the floor but he couldn't get his feet to work under his body. The too rough toss into the small room left him fighting to breathe through his nose and for the first time, Danny feared suffocating and moaned in objection as his vision dimmed dangerously. Though it was useless, he forced himself to keep testing his zip-tied wrists as he tried to calm his breathing and still his heart to a more acceptable level.

He could feel blood now running down his neck, soaking into his shirt and the too-tight zip-ties biting sharply into his wrists. He'd torn and damaged the sensitive skin there too and he was finally compelled to give up. The only sounds he could hear were his own harsh breaths he was steadily trying to manage through his nose. Groaning at the pain it caused, from where he had landed on his side, Danny argued and pulled at his body until he was rocking unsteadily on his knees. With his hands tied behind his back, the monumental effort was excruciating not only for his bad knee, but also due to his head injury. Pushed to his limits, he wound up slumped sloppily against the dirty wall and fighting wave after wave of dizzying nausea.

The room he was in was not only completely empty, it was grossly decorated with colorful, nonsensical graffiti and had only one window. Long and narrow, it brought in a decent amount of natural light but was positioned high up in the wall and seemed mostly intact. He stared hard at it and then realized it was completely grated from the outside in a rusted, heavy-looking wire mesh. A coyly positioned canister near one hinge where it might have opened proved it was booby-trapped by some form of explosive. The door he'd been shoved through looked like a heavy metal fire door too and he had heard the clank of a chain being drawn through the latch on the outside. The old building was a veritable fortress; even freed, Danny would be sorely challenged to escape.

And if Ana was truly on her way, Danny had no idea what Robbie really planned for her or why he assumed talking about her mother's death so many years ago might matter today. With the case files officially sealed, he had nothing he would be willing to share about Jana Madison's death. So, he resolved himself to silence. As he closed his eyes and rested his aching head against the wall, Danny made a promise that he would neither deny nor confirm anything.

The muzzy thought made him think of Steve and he spontaneously gave a weak chuckle. That unfortunate constriction of his dry throat caused a violent muffled cough which sent spikes of pain through his head. With a moan, Danny squeezed his eyes shut as he fought hard against his gag reflex. When the spasms finally ended, Danny was left an exhausted, miserable mess as he half-sat propped on his side panting awkwardly through his nose.

Danny knew that his 911 call would already be an issue prompting his team to follow-up on his disappearance. But he had never told them about Ana Madison. He had no idea where he was; and he could never have guessed Robbie Clancey would show up completely unannounced.

~ to be continued ~