"What are you going to do with a cop?" the gravely, husky voice whispered.
"Stuff her ass in the trunk. She is by herself tonight. Who is going to miss her? Just drive. Drive out of the city and dump the car. I'll pick you up after the show and then we'll deal with Vince." MiraBeth didn't say anything and didn't struggle. She fake-tripped and slipped her phone into a lower pocket in her pants, knowing that they were going to take her weapons. Her gun was already gone. "Stay upright, woman!" The trio reached MiraBeth's cruiser and popped her trunk. As she rolled into the trunk, she looked into the faces of both men confirming her suspicions. The lid slammed closed.
MiraBeth immediately fished her phone from her pocket and called Sam. "In deep shit. Stuck in my trunk, being taken away from the arena. Shawn and Hunter. Calling Captain and sending audio file to your phone." She disconnected and called the Captain. As soon as he picked up, she briefed him. "Sir, Vince McMahon was kidnapped last night. I have been taken and am currently in the trunk of my car. Shawn Michaels is driving my cruiser away from the arena. Hunter Hurst Helmsley is his accomplice. I am sending an audio file to your e-mail and to Sam's phone."
"MiraBeth, we are going to find you." the Captain assured her.
"Sir, I am sure you will. Rest assured I also have a plan. These two were in a rush to get me away from the arena. My hands are not bound. My gun was taken from my holster. The audio file should be coming through any time. You can track my phone. I am going to leave it in my pocket." MiraBeth tucked the phone back in her pocket and faced the back of the car. She began to work on the rear tail light, loosening one of the wires. It is a well-known fact that if you are kidnapped and stuffed in a trunk you should pull tail-light wires to put out one of the lights. She figured that putting out one of her tail-lights would help make her cruiser stand out. Couldn't hurt. Right? Her next step was to maneuver around to reach for a tool she knew would help protect her and possibly let her escape; her Taser.
After several twists, turns, bumps, and lots of cursing from the front of the car, Shawn brought the car to an abrupt stop. He cut the engine and slammed the door. MiraBeth heard him stomp towards the trunk and prepared for her attack. She held the Taser with one hand and propped the other on the trunk lid. As soon as she heard the latch pop, she threw the trunk open and scanned for Shawn. Finding him in a fraction of a second, she took aim and fired as she climbed from the trunk. He dropped to the ground. She released the trigger. The prongs remained lodged in him so he knew she could refire if she needed to do so a second time. MiraBeth leaned over Shawn, whispering "It's just you and me" as she pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and tossed it aside. "Where is the ranch? I want an address." He stuttered out the information she wanted, including which building Vince was being kept in. "What was Hunter's end game?"
"I can't tell you that. He's my best friend." Shawn whined.
"You really want another go-round? No one will know, Shawn. It's just you and me here." MiraBeth threatened.
"No, no, no." he begged. "Hunter's power hungry and in debt. He has to stay on television. Vince was going to take that away from him." Shawn was nearly crying. Sirens were heard in the distance. "Oh, thank God!"
"How did you think you could get away with kidnapping a police officer?" MiraBeth asked, rolling Shawn to his stomach and handcuffing him. "Just how stupid can you be?"
"It was an accident." He yelled.
"You accidentally kidnapped a police officer?" the Captain repeated, huffing and puffing as he did his version of a run from his car to the scene. "That is your claim? Son, get an attorney before you say anything else. Seriously. If you are saying you accidentally kidnapped a police officer and stuffed her in the truck of her own car without meaning to, you need all the help you can get. Please don't say anything else." The Captain took Shawn by the arm and walked him away, shaking his head.