Cops and Robbers
By: Keegan Kennedy
Published by Keegan Kennedy
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
Copyright: January, 2012
Cover Art by: Keith Yates
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This work contains graphic sex, as well as, bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.
This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.
Part One: Walking into the Fire....
Part Two: Down the Rabbit Hole....
Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy
Part One: Walking into the Fire....
Damn, this is one hell of a hangover. Josh Castle thought as his amber eyes began to slowly flutter open. He had the slight pounding of a headache behind his left eye, and his mouth was as dry as a desert. He was laying flat on his back in a soft bed.
Focusing his eyes, he began to examine his surroundings. Morning daylight spilled into an open window, which was framed with pink curtains. The walls were covered with pictures of unicorns and Hello Kitty prints. He pulled off the pink comforter that was covering him to find that he was not wearing a stitch of clothing.
He reached down and took his soft cock in his right hand. Noticing an unusual color on his dick, he pulled it up by the head and stretched it up to get a closer look. He instantly recognized that the odd color was a ring of pink lipstick around the base of his cock.
Pink…so much fuckin’ pink….
Apparently the night before, Josh had too much to drink again at RJ Hooligans, and he had gone home with some chick…a chick with a very talented mouth apparently.
Josh sat up and turned to his left, bringing his legs along with him. His bare feet found the carpeted floor. Momentarily, his head swam from his hangover and the sleep that still lingered in his head. He became aware of the fragrant aroma of someone cooking bacon and possibly eggs from a nearby room of the apartment or house that he had woken up in.
He ran his hand over his reddish-brown flattop and yawned. Looking around the room, Josh began to scan for his clothes.
As he stood up, he stretched his arms. Josh stood at 5’9. At 22, he had a classically handsome face with a squared jaw and amber-brown eyes, which were currently bloodshot. Although he was not particularly tall, he was very muscular and brawny, weighing in at 180. Josh had a prominently cut chest with a v-shaped torso and a flat stomach with six pack abs. He had thick calves, covered with light brown hair and muscular thighs. He was not just toned…the boy was built like a body-builder. He spent six days a week at the gym to achieve that body shape.
Usually, most still mistook him for the stereotypical fraternity jock that he had been…than the rookie cop that he was today.
Where the hell am I? And who did I fuck last night?
He spotted his jeans, white briefs, Nikes and green Polo shirt spread all over the carpet in front of the unknown chick’s bed. Quietly, he stepped over and grabbed his clothes off the floor and sat them on the edge of the bed.
As he put on his tight, white briefs, Josh heard a girl’s voice come from the open bedroom door. “It’s about time you got up, sleepy head,” she said.
Josh’s tired eyes looked up to see the chick that he had given his seven inches to the night before. He could not help but jump back in reaction as he saw her with sober eyes. His drunken one night stand was one hideous sight in the morning light.
Wearing a baggy, white t-shirt and a pair of pink panties, the girl looked around 30 or so. She was a chubby little thing with unflattering curly, brown hair…not like the blonde beauties that he usually went for. She had a severe overbite and a piggish nose. Her left eye bugged out and was noticeably larger than her right eye. She had thick and bushy eyebrows that grew together. She had ghastly white skin and severe acne. The unfortunate girl looked a little bit like Shrek.
Damn, I must’ve been tore the fuck up last night! I guess all the hot chicks left the bar, and I ended up nailing this leftover!
Her hazel eyes were aflame as she looked up and down at her hot catch from the night before.
“Oh, Marc!” She exclaimed throwing her arms around him unexpectedly. “You’re finally awake!”
Josh pulled her arms off of him and stepped back from her. “Who?!” He asked with his head still slightly cloudy.
“Marc…you told me your name was Marc.”
“Uh, yeah,” he replied slyly. He usually used fake names when he was out scamming on girls. “What’s your name again?”
“You silly boy!” She laughed and let out a loud snort. “You’re so funny! You kept asking me that same question over and over again last night too. I’m Muffy, remember?”
Again, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. Before he could respond her thick tongue had inserted itself between his closed lips. He could taste her severe morning breath.
He pulled away a second time and forced a smile and tried to muster a little politeness. “I need to brush my teeth,” Josh grunted, sounding purposely irritated. “I’ve got morning breath.”
“I don’t care about that, you hot, beautiful man!” Muffy declared, batting her eyes. “I could kiss you all day and night! My Lawd, I’ve never seen me a prettier man!”
“Uh, thanks,” the jock said disingenuously. “What time is it?”
“It’s 7:30,” she replied giddily. “Are we still going to spend the whole day together like you promised me last night?”
Josh’s face went blank for a moment. He tried to remember what all he had told this chick. He had been smart enough not to give her his real name apparently, so he hoped that he had not told her that he was a member of the Lake Charles Police Department.
“I have to be at work in two hours,” he replied as he reached down and began putting his jeans on.
“But!” She pouted as she stomped her foot. “You told me that we could spend the whole day together!” Her eyes began to water, and her lips began to tremble. “I made all these plans for us! You can’t leave…you just can’t!”
Josh could not help but back away from the anxious woman.
Damn, this ugly chick is a basket case! She’s needy and maybe a little crazy.
Apparently, she had fallen for his all of his bullshit.
I gotta to get the hell outta here as soon as possible, or this chick could turn into a serious stalker!
She continued. “You said that you would meet my mom. I already called her, and she is planning this huge family dinner for us! She’s already called all my cousins and everything. The whole family is coming in to meet you! It’s gonna be like 20 of us!”
“What the hell?” He questioned incredulously. He was obviously cornered.
Then, he noticed the open window next to her bed and the fact that they were on the first floor.
“Sure,” he began again, flashing her one of his million-dollar smiles. “We can do that and more, Muffy.”
“You bad boy!” Muffy said laughing with a snort. “You had me going again!”
“That’s right,” Josh said, shifting his eyes between the needy girl and the open window. “Did I smell bacon?”
“I am cooking breakfast for us,” Muffy replied. She was beaming. “Why don’t you finish getting dressed and come join me in the kitchen in a minute.”
“That sounds like a plan,” he replied coolly.
“Marc,” she said with her eyes glimmering with excitement. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“Oh,” Josh replied, looking at her as if she were crazy. “That’s nice.” He patted her head like she was a clueless child. “You go make sure that bacon isn’t burning, and I’ll be in there in a minute.”
“This will be the first meal of the rest of our lives!” She said as she kissed him again.
“Sure, that sounds great,” he said forcing another smile as she danced out of the room and back toward the unseen kitchen.
Shit, this bitch is crazy or somethin’.
Quickly, Josh put on his white socks, blue Nikes and his tight, green polo that showcased his bulging chest and biceps. Hearing Muffy singing to herself in the other room, Josh patted his jeans for his cell phone, keys and wallet. He was relieved that they were all accounted for.
He dashed to the window, but there was a screen blocking his escape path. Without regard, he kicked the screen and hopped out of the window.
It now became clear that this woman lived in a house, and he saw his truck parked in her front yard. Apparently, he had been too drunk to park on the side of the street or in her driveway. Instead, he had made his own parking space on her grass. His Ford had scarred up her muddy lawn with some deep tire tracks. He sprinted for the door and climbed inside. Cranking up the truck, Josh stepped on the gas, but the rear wheels spun in the mud of Muffy’s yard.
Fuck!
He punched it. Any second he knew that the ogre girl would figure out that he had ditched her and run out the door to chase him down.
The tire spun and flung mud all over the side of her house. The spinning wheel smoked slightly and squealed. Breaking free, his Ford took off!
At that moment, Muffy ran out of her house…. Waving a spatula in the air, she screamed and yelled after him as he sped away.
***
After a Red Bull and a hot shower, the young police officer stood in front of the mirror in his apartment bathroom. Wearing only his fresh, white jockstrap, Josh ran the electric razor over his face.
Being only 22, he could usually skip shaving for days before anyone would notice. But he was still trying to make an impression on the guys at the station, especially his asshole boss, Chief Frank Broussard of the Lake Charles, Louisiana Police Department. He was the newest rookie on the force, and the other guys on the squad never let him forget that for a second. They had a string of nicknames for him...from kid to hotshot to college boy…to name a few....
Originally from Gulfport, Mississippi, Josh Castle had been raised by his uncle, Jake. Shortly after his 8th birthday, Josh’s mother had dumped him off on her auto mechanic brother. He had not heard anything from her since. He had never known who his father was, and Josh strongly suspected that his mother did not have that information either.
His Uncle Jake had been decent. Josh could not complain. He had worked in his uncle’s garage during junior high and high school and had ridden a baseball scholarship to college all the way to Southeastern Louisiana University in Hammond. There, he had obtained a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice. Within a week of graduating, he had secured the job with the Lake Charles Police Department. After six weeks at the police academy, he had been officially on the force for two weeks.
College at SELU had been a blast. It had been four years of easy chicks, beer, and party after party courtesy of his fraternity, SAE.
So far, he was enjoying Lake Charles. A few of his fraternity brothers also lived in the area, so they would spend most nights of the week getting drunk and scamming on girls at the local bars.
After his shave, Josh put on his snugly fit black, polyester uniform pants and matching button down shirt. Next, he put on his gun belt, including handcuffs and pepper spray. He put his 9mm in his holster. He plopped down on a chair beside his bed and pulled a pair of white socks up over his thick calves. Lastly, he slid into his size 10 black lace-up uniform boots and laced them up.
Slapping on his wristwatch, Josh noticed that he had only 15 minutes left to get to the station. He grabbed the keys to his truck and his cell phone and bolted out of the door.
After taking off in his Ford F-150, he pulled onto I-210 with his cell phone at his ear. Josh dialed into his messages.
“Dude!” The voice of his best friend, Lance Loussard exclaimed. “Did you end up nailing that crazy chick?! Call me, man!”
Josh laughed.
Next message…. “This message is for Chip.” Another alias…. “This is Alyson…. I thought we had fun the other night – and then I never heard back from you. Call me!”
Alyson had been a girl that he had fucked back on Saturday night...blonde hair…big tits…. He remembered thinking her nose was too big though, so he did not feel that a repeat was in order.
Another message…. “Hi Jean-Paul,” a pleasant female voice began. “This is Megan. We met the other week at Senor Frog’s and had a fabulous night together. I haven’t heard back from you yet and was wondering if you’ve gotten back from your fishing trip to Antarctica. Call or text me anytime!”
He remembered Megan well. He had fucked the hell out of her in the back of his truck down by the lakeshore. Hot girl…sort of dumb.
Ever since junior high, the girls had always chased handsome Josh. Since losing his virginity at 12 to a 17 year old girl, he had nailed well over a hundred chicks...so far. In fact, he had slept with so many girls that he had lost count. Oddly, he had never been in love with a single one of them though.
He had not worried about that too much. In his book, girls were good for only two things…sucking his cock or taking his 7 inches in their wet pussies. Past that, Josh did not have much use for chicks…never had.
Marriage? Love? No thanks…. Well, maybe when I’m 75, and my dick don’t work no more.
Next message….
“Jay!” An angry female voice exclaimed. “This is Tiffany! So, did your sick mother survive her alleged surgery? You asshole! I can’t believe I sucked your dick in the bar parking lot. I hate you!” Josh could not even remember this one. “You mark my words, you prick…. One of these days your luck is going to run out! Just you wait…karma is going to come back and bite you in the ass!”
Josh arrived at the precinct at 9:30 on the dot. He slid into his desk like home plate and turned on his computer. Although he had been on some ride-alongs, Josh wanted to be out there in his own patrol car…kicking ass and busting bad guys. Unfortunately, he had spent most of his time chained to his desk. That was largely thanks to his asshole boss, Chief Frank Broussard. The grumpy, older ex-marine seemed to have it in for him, but many of the guys had told him that he always treated rookies that way and not to take it personal.
So, he was stuck at this desk manning the phones. He was not a 911 operator, but his task was to man the phones for petty complaints like car break-ins, lost dogs, stolen credit cards, etc. It totally sucked.
He looked around the large room with all the desks and detective offices on the sides. The place seemed electric and full of energy. The cops were abuzz. Everyone seemed to be speaking in loud whispers.
Josh got up from his desk and strolled over to Junior Patrol Officer, Tony Doucette. “Hey, man, what’s going on?”
“You ain’t heard tell, pretty boy?” Tony replied in his thick, Cajun accent. “Armored truck got jacked. The baddies got away with five million.”
“Damn!” Josh replied. “That’s major.”
“It shore ain’t a shit in the wind, mon frère.”
Suddenly, the voice of Chief Broussard interrupted them. “I want all of yous in conference room 2, hear?”
***
“Okay, ladies,” Chief Broussard began. “This heres the situation…. An armored truck headed for First Bank of Lake Charles was hit. One of the armored security guards was shot and killed. He was a friend of mine, and I think a friend to some of you too...Henry Dobbs.”
The conference room broke into whispers of shock. Josh had no clue who the hell Henry Dobbs though, so he was unaffected by the personal sentiment of Dobbs’ death.
“The driver was also shot and is in critical condition at Lake Charles East. The culprits made off with five million dollars…mostly unmarked hundred dollar bills.”
Again, the room broke into deep murmurs.
“Shut up!” The chief barked. “This is the largest money heist in Lake Charles history! The local media will soon be alerted, and this entire city will be talking about this within minutes. I need all patrols covering the streets. There have already been statewide APBs placed on the two suspects: Zeke Harrington and Junior ‘The Weasel’ Suggins. We have positive id. They were recorded moments before the robbery by the street cameras. Our new facial recognition program lit up like a Christmas tree when we fed the images. There is no question these are the men we are looking for! Apprehending these two is our top priority…all other priorities are temporarily rescinded. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir!” The men exclaimed in unison.
“The Feds have offered a million dollar reward to any citizen offering information that leads to the capture or killing or these two, so the phones will be lit up all day. Crazies mostly calling though.” He paused. “Harrington and Suggins are armed and dangerous. Bring them in dead or alive! Hit the streets and find these bastards! Move!”
As the patrol officers rushed out of the meeting room, Josh eagerly approached Chief Broussard.
“I want in!” Josh boldly declared. “Let me get out on the streets with the guys. I know I can help!”
“Not so fast, college boy,” the chief said dismissively. “You got a job to do and a phone to man! Your job is to catch the tips as they come in and pass them to the detectives.”
“Come on, Sir!” Josh pleaded. “Don’t make me sit this one out too!”
“I don’t have time for your bullshit!” Chief Broussard roared. “Do what I say, kid, or you’ll end up getting yourself killed or kidnapped out there. Go man your desk!”
“Fine,” Josh grumbled as he stormed off in a huff.
***
This sucks. I sit here on the sidelines while the rest of the team is out playing ball!
Josh was beyond frustrated. He had been out of the police academy for two weeks, and it had been desk duty hell ever since.
If I wanted to be a damned secretary, I could’ve saved myself all the bullshit and went to a six month career college!
During the day, the phone had rung non-stop.
It was a muggy July day, and the thermometer had tipped the scales at 103 during the middle of the afternoon hours. Josh had already noticed that the amount of people calling in with petty complaints seemed to increase when the temperature reached the triple digits. So far, it had been largely car vandalisms, break-ins, shoplifting complaints, physical altercations, suspected meth lab locations and about any other non-issue that he could think of.
A few tips had come his way about the armored truck robbery, but most of them had gone through the 911 operator. As instructed, he had sent all incoming tips that he had received through to the detectives.
While fielding the non-emergency calls, Josh had done some extensive research on Zeke Harrington and Weasel Suggins.
Junior ‘The Weasel’ Suggins was a perpetual crystal meth head. He had been busted on three separate occasions for operating meth labs. After a few short stints in Angola, the Louisiana State Penitentiary, Weasel had graduated to burglary and armed robbery.
Josh had checked out his picture. He was a skinny, Creole with dark features. From the shape of his face and his beady eyes, the nickname of Weasel seemed to be appropriate.
That was not the case with his alleged partner in crime, Zeke Harrington.
Harrington had started out as a petty thug and burglar, but that had not been what he had gone into Angola for. At 16, he had murdered his step father. After serving 25 years in prison, he had gotten parole and had returned to Lake Charles. Over the last six months, he had kept his nose clean and had seemed to be complying with his parole…until today.
From his mug shot, Josh could tell that Zeke Harrington was a mountain of a man. At 6’5, he weighed in at 220 and seemed to be all muscle with a huge bull neck. He was a Caucasian male with a scar across his right cheek and heavy blue eyes that looked as if they had seen everything.
Damn, this dude looks like a scary fucking gorilla!
Josh guessed that the temptation of five million dollars had caused Zeke, now 41, to turn back to his old ways.
Once a thug...always a thug….
As 6:00 approached, he had heard that the manhunt for Harrington and Suggins had come up with no results. It seemed as if the wanted pair had simply disappeared. Many of the patrol officers that Josh overheard theorized that they had already gotten out of the city, but Josh had a different feeling.
They wouldn’t have had time to make it all the way out of the city! I would bet a year’s salary that those two are holed up somewhere to hide and throw us off their trail.
Just then, the phone rang in front of him.
“Lake Charles Police,” he answered in an irritated voice.
“Yeah,” a sassy woman’s voice greeted him in a boisterous tone. “Is this the place to call for tips on that armored truck robbery?”
Josh gulped, and his amber eyes grew a little excited. “Sure is,” the rookie replied. Then, an idea came to him.
I’m gonna take this one.
“My name is Eunice Jenkins! Me and my grandbabies were fishin’ on the wharf down by the old Anderson Warehouse, and we saw two men matching the description of them robbers!”
“That warehouse is abandoned now, isn’t it?” Josh questioned sharply.
“Yeah! Worst area of Lake Charles! God-fearin’ folks stay away from down there after dark! Now, I want that million dollars if ya’ll catch them from what we seen!”
“Of course, Ma’am.”
“Good! Call me at 444-1972.”
He hung up the line.
A realization came over him. The old woman’s tip had mirrored his theory about where the two robbers were. After all, Josh had also figured that they were in hiding and had not left the area….
Josh jotted down the information from the anonymous source, and got up to give the lead to one of the available detectives.
Then, the young jock stopped in his tracks.
Fuck giving this to a detective! If I check this out on my own and wind up catching Harrington and Suggins, I would crack this manhunt wide open!
He smiled and sat back down behind his desk.
That’s it. I’ll check this out. If I find them, everyone in the whole state of Louisiana will know the name Josh Castle! Who knows? Maybe I could be promoted past patrol and straight into a detective position! Capturing Harrington and Suggins would make me a fuckin’ hero!
Night had fallen on Lake Charles.... Josh stepped out of his blue Ford F-150 into the sticky and humid evening air. Parking a few blocks down from the Anderson Warehouse, he stepped out in his black uniform and 9mm loaded.
This was an older and deserted part of the Lake Charles wharf. Most of these old buildings had been long vacated. There were no security lights, but luckily the glow of the city lights and the moon overhead added a slight illumination to the scene before him.
Coming around the side of the old Sears warehouse, Josh stayed close to the shadowy wall as he made his way south toward his destination. Intentionally, he had parked several blocks away. After all, he did not want to pull up in front of the Anderson Warehouse and potentially tip his hand to the bad guys.
He looked over his shoulder toward the dark waters of the lake. The air was still, and a slight sweat broke across his broad forehead.
Although he was anxious, he kept his strong jaw locked as if fighting off his fears.
Under the cover of darkness, he remained in the shadows as he moved against the old buildings.
Seeing the Anderson Warehouse up ahead, Josh stood still for a moment. He looked around in the dim light. There was not a single movement in the area. All was still...too still.
His heart pounded in his broad chest, and he pulled his gun. Making sure that the coast was clear, Josh dashed to the side of the Anderson Warehouse. Remaining in the shadows, he began to slowly walk the perimeter of the wooden and tin building.
As he made his way around the front of the deserted structure, Josh noticed that the windows were boarded up and the doors were padlocked.
There was not a sound except for the beating of his heart.
Moving around the opposite side of the warehouse, Josh spotted a cracked door. Breathing heavily through his flared nostrils, he approached it with his 9mm drawn.
He put his black round-toed boot to the door and moved it open. The tin and wood door creaked loudly. Josh could not help but grit his teeth.
Fuck, this door is gonna wake the whole damn town!
It was pitch black inside. Taking his flashlight off of his belt, the rookie turned it on. He shined the light into the room. The air hung heavy with dust. The walls were cinder block and wood. Josh flashed the light down on the dusty concrete floor. There were a couple of old beat-up filing cabinets and a broken desk.
This had to be some sort of old office.
Josh gasped slightly when he spotted two sets of footprints coming in and out of the room.
Could this be it?
In the doorframe, he squatted down on his powerful legs and took a closer look. One set of the footprints was average....a little bigger than his, but the other set was huge. Josh guessed they were sized 16 or bigger. Whoever had made those tracks had a massive foot, and that certainly fit the physical parameters of Zeke Harrington.
Josh shined his light across the floor and the footprints led to a door leading to the rest of the warehouse.
He froze for a moment.
I should call in for back-up. This could go down real bad. What if they are really here?
Alas, his ego urged him forward.
What the fuck am I afraid of? I am a strong male in my prime, and I’ve got my gun drawn. They don’t stand a chance against me! I am quick and agile. If I pull this off, this will be a career changer. I will be a fuckin’ hero!
The rookie cautiously crept forward into the darkened building. He made it across the room to the opposite door that lead to the rest of the warehouse, and he entered the dark hallway.
In the distance about 300 feet in front of him, Josh could see a dim light coming from one of the rooms down the corridor.
Killing his flashlight, he slowly began to move toward the light. He tried to move his feet slowly as not to trip on any debris or make any additional noise.
He was nearly flying blind. The light was far away, and he kept bumping into old boxes and junk that had been left on the floor. This was not an easy task.
What if these are just some homeless folks, and I did all this for nothing?
Suddenly, Josh heard something behind him. He stopped in his tracks.
“Lake Charles Police, freeze!” He stated forcefully, as he turned in the darkness.
A man’s laughter met him in the pitch black.
“Here little piggy,” the voice taunted.
Turning all around, Josh could not pinpoint where the voice was coming from. His heart pounded harder in his chest. “I’m here to arrest you!”
“You and what army?” The deep voice asked menacingly.
Suddenly from behind, Josh felt and intense blow to the back of his head. It was a sharp pain and had been brought against his skull with expert aim. The jock boy grunted as his gun slipped from his hands. He lost control of his joints as his muscular body began to crumple. Hitting the ground, he blacked out...knocked out cold by the butt of a gun....
Damn, is this another fuckin’ hangover?
Slowly, Josh began to regain some of his faculties. Before he opened his eyes, he could feel throbbing in the back of his head…instead of behind his eyes or in his temples. He could sense that he was undressed. His mouth felt dry.
This sure don’t feel like a hangover….
He began to wiggle his thick fingers, but he could tell that they were behind his back. Then, it became apparent from the steel cutting into his skin that his wrists were cuffed behind his back.
His mind began to race. He could tell that he was not waking up in a bed or even in his truck...like he had a couple of times. He seemed to be sitting up, and the rookie jock could tell that his arms were stretched behind his back.
Suddenly, he opened his amber eyes and began to try to focus. All was a blur at first.
Josh attempted to open his parched mouth, but he realized that some cloth was crammed inside. From the pressure over the bottom part of his face and behind his neck, he could tell that some additional cloth was tied around his head, holding the rolled up cloth inside of his mouth.
“Mmmppphhhh!” He managed softly as his eyes began to see more clearly.
His eyes jumped around the dimly lit room. There was an oil lamp on a table about ten feet away from him. The air was thick and dusty. Concrete walls surrounded him.
“Mmmppphhhh!” He screamed into his the gag that was tied tightly around his mouth.
Shit! I was tracking down Harrington and Suggins and got knocked over the head. Oh fuck, they caught me! Where’s my 9mm?
His heart began to pound in his chest, and Josh breathed in through his nostrils.
He tried to get up from the uncomfortable wooden chair, but some tight and itchy rope secured his broad chest to the back frame of the rickety chair. He tried to kick, but he discovered that his ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair.
Looking down for his gun belt, he found himself in only his jockstrap. The rest of his clothes had been removed...even his socks.
Fully aware of his situation, he attempted to use his wide feet to try to stand up or get any traction for movement, but that was not working.
“Mmmppphhhh!” He screamed as he desperately moved his head back and forth. Waking up tied up and gagged was surreal. Although it seemed like a nightmare, Josh knew the reality of his dire situation.
He seemed to be alone. There was no-one in his line of sight.
Oh Fuck…. Oh Fuck…. Oh Fuck….
Then, Josh remembered his impetuous compulsion to hunt down Harrington and Suggins by himself. He remembered the dark hallway and the knock over his head...that was still pounding.
Jesus Christ, this can’t be happening! I went from hero to hostage….
He thrashed against the ropes that held him to the chair. Using his powerful chest, he attempted to rise up off the seat, but whoever had secured him had known what they were doing. He attempted to kick again, but it was no use. He pushed his knees apart as far as they would go. He strained his calves and thighs trying to break the itchy rope that held his ankles to the legs of the chair, but that was no help either. He tested the tightness of the cuffs, and they already seemed to be cutting into his wrists, so he did not want to make that worse.
After a few minutes of struggling, he reluctantly relaxed. Josh began to look around the room again. On the left, far side of the cinderblock room, he saw dozens of bags of what had to be currency with the logo of First Bank of Lake Charles on the side. His utility belt and gun sat on the table next to the oil lamp.
He spotted his uniform a few feet away from him. All that was left were shreds of the polyester. He realized that it must have been cut off of him probably with a knife. His boots were beside his tattered and shredded uniform.
Something that he did not notice was his socks. It soon became apparent where they were.... The scumbags had stuffed one of his own socks into his mouth and had tied the other around his head to keep it in place. That explained the salty taste of the cotton that was soaking up all of his saliva, leaving his mouth a desert.
But why the fuck did they just leave me in my jock? What the hell are these assholes gonna do to me?
Then, Josh recalled what Chief Broussard had said to him: “You’d end up getting yourself killed or kidnapped out there….”
His boss had hit the nail on the head. The older man’s words rang true in the rookie’s mind. Just like Chief Broussard had said, he now found himself apparently kidnapped….
Why did I have to be such a dumbass?!
The rookie cop felt helpless. He was at their mercy, but where were the scumbags?
Josh began to move his strong jaw in an attempt to work his dirty sock out of his mouth, but the twin to the insert held the other in place. Pushing with his tongue and his body twisting in the chair, he attempted to drive out the gag.
“Wiggle, wiggle, little piggy,” a booming voice came from behind him from out of no-where.
Josh froze for a moment. Then, he began to squirm wildly in the chair.
“Mmmppphhhh!” He screamed again into his sock gag.
He heard a sinister laugh from behind him.
Josh continued to struggle in vain.
Suddenly, a mountain of a man stepped in front of him in a black ski mask.
Terrified, Josh looked the giant up and down.
Besides the ski mask, his captor was dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans and boots.
Through the eye-holes of the ski mask, the towering man looked down at the rookie with a predatory look in his eyes. The big man laughed as the boy continued to struggle.
“Stupid punk,” he began in a booming voice. “Lucky for me that you gave yourself to us so easy…. Now, I won’t have to go out and kidnap us a hostage.” He was clearly amused at the angry rookie cop, still struggling to get free to try to defend himself. “It’s no use, kid. You ain’t goin’ no-wheres for a long time…. You’re mine!”
***
Josh knew that he was tied, cuffed, gagged and at the complete mercy of convicted murderer and bank robber, Zeke Harrington. As he bravely stared up at the 6’5 giant, he noticed that the man’s snarl gave way to a sinister grin visible through the mouth hole of the ski mask.
Zeke looked the rookie up and down, observing the caged young bull in front of him. He punched Josh’s muscular chest.
“Good build,” the man grunted. “It looks like you could have put up one helluva fight if you hadn’t have been stupid enough to get yourself captured, boy.”
Seething with anger, Josh bit down on the sock inserted in his mouth.
“Now, I am gonna take that gag off of you and ask you a couple of questions.”
Roughly, Zeke grabbed Josh by the back of the head. The cop could feel the hulking man’s hot breath on his skin. “Understand this, punk, if you start to yell, I will cut your fuckin’ throat. Do you understand me?!”
Slowly, Josh nodded his head in affirmation.
“You will speak when spoken to and will only answer what I ask!”
The jock nodded his head again.
Jerking the tied sock down around his neck, but leaving the knot intact, Zeke pulled the soaked cotton sock out of his mouth.
Looking up at the killer with a die-hard cocky look in his eyes, Josh flexed his jaw as his mouth relaxed from not being stuffed full.
“How did you find us?”
Josh paused for a moment, trying to consider if he should admit the truth.
“Answer me!” Zeke roared.
“An anonymous tip,” Josh quickly answered.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes, you’re Zeke Harrington.”
The monstrous man exhaled. “Well, that’s good you know who I am…I suppose. I can take this fuckin’ mask off. I’m about to burn up.”
Pulling off the ski mask, Josh came face to face with Zeke Harrington for the first time. He had strong facial features and curly black hair. He had deeply set icy blue eyes. He had a Romanesque nose with a scar across his right cheek.