48 Hours to Die (10 page)

“Reggie is Uncle Sam!”
 

“How do you know?”

“Because I broke into his house and found a torture chamber in his basement, along with the same exact envelopes that he leaves at all of his crime scenes,” Anthony Stone explained.

“Are you crazy?” Fisher barked. “Don’t you know that if you would have gotten caught they would have thrown you in jail?”

“I know captain, but I had to follow my gut,” Anthony Stone said. “Is there any way we can get a warrant drawn up?”

“We need evidence, we can’t just charge in a courtroom and get a judge to sign off on a warrant based off of a gut feeling,” Fisher explained. “Find some evidence and I’ll see what I can do about the warrant on my end.”

“Deal,” Anthony Stone ended the call. He knew that his time was running out and he would have to stop Uncle Sam from killing Tasha and her mother before it was too late. Anthony Stone sat in his car when he remembered he had taken the roll of duct tape from Reggie’s duffle bag. He removed the roll of tape from his pocket and saw the hairs stuck to the end of the tape. He smiled as he headed straight to the lab to find out whom those hairs belonged to.

Figure it Out

“Argh!” Tasha growled as her chair landed sideways on the cement floor. She had been rocking the chair back and forth until it finally tipped over. Over a few feet away on the floor sat a sharp piece of metal that Tasha had been eying for the last few hours. She slid on her stomach like a snail until she had finally reached the broken piece of metal. Tasha grabbed the piece of metal and began trying to cut through the tape that bonded her wrist together. After about fifteen minutes of sawing through the duct tape, Tasha’s wrist were finally free. The first thing she did was remove the tape from her mouth, then cut through the tape on her ankles. She quickly ran over and removed the tape from her mother’s mouth and wrist. “Come on momma I have to get you out of here!”

“No I can’t make it,” Ms. Brown said wincing down at her sawed off ankle. “You go get help I’ll be here,”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“All I’m going to do is slow you down,” Ms. Brown explained. “I’m a big girl I’ll be okay,” she said with a smile. “Go get us some help.”

Tasha nodded, then turned and exited the warehouse.
 

DNA

Anthony Stone stood in the lab patiently waiting for the results from the few strands of hair to come back. He wanted to rip Reggie’s head off and he knew the only way he’d be able to do that was if the results from the hair came back belonging to one of Uncle Sam’s many murder victims. After a forty-minute wait, a man wearing an all-white gown handed Anthony Stone a folder. He opened the folder and saw the strands of hair belong to none other than Tasha. “Thanks doc!” Anthony Stone said as he jetted out of the building. Once in his car the first thing he did was call Captain Fisher.

“You better have some good news for me,” Fisher answered.

“The hair from the duct tape belongs to Tasha!” Anthony Stone announced. “That should be enough evidence to get a warrant drawn up,”

“You’re forgetting that we have to explain where we found this roll of duct tape,” Captain Fisher reminded him.

“I’ll say I found it my apartment building the other night when, Tasha was abducted,” Anthony Stone said. “I’ll tell them whatever I have to but I need you to get that warrant drawn up for me please,” he knew this was his best chance at finding, Tasha and her mother alive. “Please captain we don’t have much time.”

“I’ll see what I can do!” Captain Fisher ended the call.

Staying Alive

Tasha ran blindly through the streets barefoot, she tried to flag down cars and get them to stop but it was no use, not many people were willing to stop for a crazy woman running the streets barefoot. Finally, Tasha spotted a gas station a few blocks away. She ran full speed until she finally arrived. She spilled inside the gas station like a mad woman. “I need to use your phone it’s an emergency!” She yelled out of breath.

The young man behind the counter reluctantly handed the barefoot woman his cell phone. Tasha grabbed the phone and the first thing she did was call Anthony Stone.

* * *

After pulling several strings and calling in for favors, Captain Fisher was finally able to get a warrant to search Reggie’s home, and club. Anthony Stone stood outside as he watched two officers battery ram the front door. Instantly several cops dressed in riot gear stormed the fancy property. At the moment, all Anthony Stone could do was pray that Reggie was home. He and Captain Fisher entered the home and all they could hear throughout the house were the words, “Clear.”

After searching the entire property, there were no signs of Reggie. “Search the place and see if you can find anything that may help us locate where he’s keeping Tasha and her mother,” Anthony Stone ordered. He looked down at his watch and saw that he only had two hours remaining on the deadline that Uncle Sam had given him. “He’s going to kill them,” Anthony Stone said in a light whisper.

“Don’t talk like that!” Captain Fisher scolded. “We’ve come too far to give up now! We’re going to find your family!”

Anthony Stone nodded when he felt his phone vibrating on his hip; he looked down and saw a number that he didn’t recognize. “Detective Stone,” he answered.

“Baby it’s me.”

“Tasha! Where are you?”

“I’m at a gas station right now,” she said in a fast pitch tone. “Me and my mother were tied up at some warehouse a few blocks away from this gas station.”

“What’s the address to the gas station?”

Tasha held the phone out to the man behind the counter. “Give him the address please.”

While the clerk gave Anthony Stone the address, Tasha never noticed Reggie in the back of the gas station picking up a few snacks. He quietly crept up on Tasha from behind and smashed a bottle of orange juice over her head. The blow dazed and buckled Tasha’s knees, but somehow she managed to keep her footing. Reggie roughly escorted Tasha out of the gas station and tossed her in the trunk of his car; before Reggie could slam the trunk shut, the clerk from the gas station tackled him down to the ground as if he was a linebacker. That distraction was just what Tasha needed. She quickly crawled out of the trunk and took off running down the street in the opposite direction of the warehouse, flailing her arm like a mad woman trying to get the attention of anyone who could help her.

Reggie made it to his feet, pulled his .45 from his waist, and put two bullets in the clerk’s chest before hopping in his car and going after Tasha.

Run

Tasha ran down the street barefoot looking for anyone that could help her. She heard the gunshots and knew that more than likely; Reggie would soon be back on her trail. Tasha ran until she came across a hotel. She ran inside the hotel like a mad woman. “Call 911!” She yelled. “He’s trying to kill me!” She ran towards the hotel security, but instead of the hotel security helping her as she expected, they tackled Tasha down to the floor and restrained her.

Reggie calmly walked inside the hotel and shot two of the front desk clerks in cold blood, he then turned his gun on the security. He watched as Tasha tried to crawl away. “You ruined everything,” he growled as he snatched Tasha up to her feet by her hair. “Why couldn’t you just stay at the warehouse and wait for me?”

Tasha remained silent as she looked over Reggie’s shoulder and noticed Anthony Stone enter the hotel.

“Put the gun down!” Anthony Stone yelled with his gun trained, on Reggie. Reggie quickly positioned, Tasha in front of him and place his gun to the side of her temple.

“Take another step and I’ll blow her head off!” Reggie threatened.

“This has nothing to do with her this is between me and you!” Anthony Stone said. “I’m sorry about what happened to your wife if I could have saved her I promise you I would have.”

“No you need to feel my pain!” Reggie growled.
 

“You doing this is not going to bring back your wife,” Anthony Stone pointed out. By now the hotel was filled with police with their weapons trained on, Reggie. “There’s no way out of here, why don’t you let her go?”

Reggie looked down at his watch and shook his head. “Looks like you’re out of time detective. Either you take your life or I’m going to hers you decide.”

“Listen you don’t have to do this,” Anthony Stone tried to reason with the serial killer.

“You got twenty seconds,” Reggie said with a no nonsense look on his face.

Anthony Stone placed his gun down on the floor, then turned and yelled to all the cops in the hotel, “Hold your fire!” He then turned his attention back to, Reggie. “Let her go and take me instead,”

“Ten...nine...eight,”

“I owe you a rematch from the other night,” Anthony Stone threw it out there hoping that, Reggie would grab the bait. “Let’s do this man-to-man.”

Reggie paused for a second taking the offer into consideration. “You pigs are a bunch of cowards, if I let her go the rest of these pigs will shoot me down just like that,” he snapped his fingers.

“You have my word as a man that nobody will shoot you,” Anthony Stone turned and looked back at all the officers that stood spread out in the lobby of the hotel. “Nobody shoot that’s a direct order, hold your fire!” He yelled.

Reggie smiled as he roughly shoved, Tasha down to the floor as if she was a piece of trash. “Let’s do this,” he growled as he began making his way towards Detective Stone. He knew that after the fight was over that he would more than likely be shot down like a dog, but at least he would be able to get some pay back on the guy that he felt was responsible for taking his wife’s life.

Anthony Stone put his guard up as Reggie rushed him throwing vicious blows with bad intentions. Anthony Stone blocked the first few blows, but the third one managed to slip through his guards. The punch landed square on Anthony Stone’s chin causing his legs to wobble out of reflex he reached out and tried to grab, Reggie, but Reggie was too slick. He easily stepped over to the side and landed three vicious upper cuts that jerked the detective’s head back. Before Reggie got a chance to land another punch, Anthony Stone scooped his legs from up under him and dumped Reggie on his head. All the police officers in the lobby rooted and cheered loudly for Anthony Stone. Anthony Stone landed two kicks to Reggie’s ribs before he finally made it back to his feet. Reggie slipped a jab, grabbed Anthony Stone, and took him for a ride; he belly to belly slammed the detective as if he was a rag doll. Anthony Stone quickly scrambled back up to his feet and threw, Reggie in a headlock where he delivered several hard blows to the top of his head. Anthony Stone then ran and rammed, Reggie’s head into the wall.
 

Boom!

Reggie lifted Anthony Stone over his head and violently dumped him on his head. Reggie went to stomp, Anthony Stone’s head into the floor when his legs were swept from under him. Anthony Stone quickly climbed on top of Reggie and rained blow after blow down on his exposed face until finally Reggie stopped moving. Anthony Stone held his bloody bawled up fist in the air and held it there. Instead of hitting Reggie again, he turned him over on his chest and hand cuffed him. Anthony Stone then walked over and scooped Tasha up in his arms as he hugged her as if he was trying to squeeze the life out of her. “I love you,” he said as tears rolled down his face.

“I love you too,” Tasha smiled. “Is it finally over?”

“It’s finally over,” Anthony Stone smiled. He could only imagine how much of a living hell Tasha’s life had been for the past couple of days. Now she could finally go home and relax. Anthony Stone watched as Reggie head-butted an officer escaping from his grip. Anthony Stone shook his head sadly when he saw Reggie running towards him and Tasha full speed. Like an old school cowboy, Anthony Stone pulled his gun from his holster and dropped Uncle Sam with five shots to the chest. It was now finally over.
 

Anthony Stone holster his weapon and was about to leave when he saw Captain Fisher enter the hotel. He walked straight up to Anthony Stone and extended his hand.
 

“Great work detective,” he smiled. “I’m glad this is finally over and your family is safe.”

“Me too,” Anthony Stone smiled as him and Tasha exited the hotel holding hands.
 

“I think we need a vacation,” Tasha said out loud.

“Yeah you going to definitely need a vacation after I get you home,” Anthony Stone said with a devilish smile on his face.

– THE END –

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