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on her, play with her like an animal plays
with its prey.
He was tracking her, like a hunter would track an animal
that was already injured, quietly and until the end.
He'd let her think that the continuous torture was never
going to end. She'd think that no matter where she went, or what she did, she
would always have to look over her shoulder.
There would be no
more protection. Not from marshals, not from friends, and not family. She'd be
alone and vulnerable, just like he liked them. "Hell, maybe I'll put her
to work in one of my brothels." He chuckled loudly.
"I bet she'd earn me a pretty penny." He grinned
and looked down at the locator.
Manny came back into the room holding his smartphone.
"She's headed to 214 Ridgecliff Road. Jackson,
Tennessee."
Not only was Manny practically a mind reader, but he was a
whiz at the computer as well. While some would've called him a hacker, Castillo simply thought of him
as a nerd. A nerd who'd spent several years in prison working out and learning, code .
It paid off though, because he'd managed to tap into the GPS
of Madison's rental car. Manny had managed to find out the exact location of where
Madison was going and he did it faster than the personal GPS locator that was
tracking her.
"Damn. Technology has certainly changed these past
three years," he said to Manny.
"If you ask me boss, it's changed for the better."
Manny produced a toothy grin.
Castillo shook his
head. "No one asked you," he snapped. He hated the thought of anyone
thinking that they were smarter than him.
"And close your damn mouth! You know how I hate looking
at all those gold teeth!"
"Yes boss." Manny shut his mouth and looked down
at the floor.
"Now, I think I want to start playing with Madison
West. Let's send someone over to 214 Ridgecliff Road. Jackson, Tennessee."
"Sure boss. What do you want done?"
"I just want to send a message, for now.
I want whoever she is going to see, to get so pissed off and
frightened over what's occurred, that they kick her the hell out of their house
and tell her not to come back! I want Madison West to know exactly what it
feels like to be isolated and alone," he snarled.
"Sure thing boss. Consider it done."
****
It didn’t take long for Juan's contact down at the Marshals
office, to show up at his house. The minute he spoke to Detective McCann on the
phone, he could tell that something was wrong.
McCann told him that he didn’t want to say too much over the
phone, but he told him to get down there right away. "Your secret... ain't
so secret no more," the detective mumbled into the phone.
The sun was ablaze when he got there and judging by the
amount of police officers and crime scene techs, he knew that something bad had
happened.
Marshal Dane Spear shook detective McCann's hand and
introduced himself.
"Watch your step," the detective said.
Dane looked at the detective, eyebrow raised. "I've
been to crime scenes before detective," Dane snapped.
"Yeah, well, you've never been to one of mine, so like
I said, watch your step." The detective shot back.
Juan was still lying on the kitchen floor. They covered him
up now and were waiting on the coroner's office to come and take the body down
to the morgue.
"How'd it happen?"
Dane looked around the room.
Crime scene techs were busy placing evidence markers around
the room, drawing chalk outlines, going over spatter marks and dusting any and
all surfaces.
"Looks like a hit was put out on your witness."
"How can you be so sure that it was a hit? It could
have been staged to look like a hit."
McCann looked at the young marshal and shook his head.
"I hope you're not suggesting that this was some random
attack. Nothing from the house is missing, not even the state of the art flat
screen television that's sitting in the backroom. Besides, if this was supposed
to be a robbery, they would have
with its prey.
He was tracking her, like a hunter would track an animal
that was already injured, quietly and until the end.
He'd let her think that the continuous torture was never
going to end. She'd think that no matter where she went, or what she did, she
would always have to look over her shoulder.
There would be no
more protection. Not from marshals, not from friends, and not family. She'd be
alone and vulnerable, just like he liked them. "Hell, maybe I'll put her
to work in one of my brothels." He chuckled loudly.
"I bet she'd earn me a pretty penny." He grinned
and looked down at the locator.
Manny came back into the room holding his smartphone.
"She's headed to 214 Ridgecliff Road. Jackson,
Tennessee."
Not only was Manny practically a mind reader, but he was a
whiz at the computer as well. While some would've called him a hacker, Castillo simply thought of him
as a nerd. A nerd who'd spent several years in prison working out and learning, code .
It paid off though, because he'd managed to tap into the GPS
of Madison's rental car. Manny had managed to find out the exact location of where
Madison was going and he did it faster than the personal GPS locator that was
tracking her.
"Damn. Technology has certainly changed these past
three years," he said to Manny.
"If you ask me boss, it's changed for the better."
Manny produced a toothy grin.
Castillo shook his
head. "No one asked you," he snapped. He hated the thought of anyone
thinking that they were smarter than him.
"And close your damn mouth! You know how I hate looking
at all those gold teeth!"
"Yes boss." Manny shut his mouth and looked down
at the floor.
"Now, I think I want to start playing with Madison
West. Let's send someone over to 214 Ridgecliff Road. Jackson, Tennessee."
"Sure boss. What do you want done?"
"I just want to send a message, for now.
I want whoever she is going to see, to get so pissed off and
frightened over what's occurred, that they kick her the hell out of their house
and tell her not to come back! I want Madison West to know exactly what it
feels like to be isolated and alone," he snarled.
"Sure thing boss. Consider it done."
****
It didn’t take long for Juan's contact down at the Marshals
office, to show up at his house. The minute he spoke to Detective McCann on the
phone, he could tell that something was wrong.
McCann told him that he didn’t want to say too much over the
phone, but he told him to get down there right away. "Your secret... ain't
so secret no more," the detective mumbled into the phone.
The sun was ablaze when he got there and judging by the
amount of police officers and crime scene techs, he knew that something bad had
happened.
Marshal Dane Spear shook detective McCann's hand and
introduced himself.
"Watch your step," the detective said.
Dane looked at the detective, eyebrow raised. "I've
been to crime scenes before detective," Dane snapped.
"Yeah, well, you've never been to one of mine, so like
I said, watch your step." The detective shot back.
Juan was still lying on the kitchen floor. They covered him
up now and were waiting on the coroner's office to come and take the body down
to the morgue.
"How'd it happen?"
Dane looked around the room.
Crime scene techs were busy placing evidence markers around
the room, drawing chalk outlines, going over spatter marks and dusting any and
all surfaces.
"Looks like a hit was put out on your witness."
"How can you be so sure that it was a hit? It could
have been staged to look like a hit."
McCann looked at the young marshal and shook his head.
"I hope you're not suggesting that this was some random
attack. Nothing from the house is missing, not even the state of the art flat
screen television that's sitting in the backroom. Besides, if this was supposed
to be a robbery, they would have
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