Driving North

I held the steering wheel at the top with one hand.  My fingers tapping away to the music.  The station playing was one of the oldie stations you only get out in the middle of nowhere.  A station like this would never survive in the big old city.  With the hipsters and millennial’s taking over.  The music was disgusting, not like the old days where music was timeless.  Artists had to sing, none of this auto tune shit.  I turned the volume up on the music.  This song took me back to my teens.  Elvis.  “Don’t step on those blue swede shoes baby.”  I started to sing along.

Turning the volume down. I thought I had heard some kind of a stomping sound coming from the back.  I waited, leaving the volume down low to see if I’d hear that again.  Yup, there it is, I had to pull over.

Waiting until I found a safe spot on the side of the country road to pull over.  Bringing the car to a stop I reached over to my day bag that was packed with some clothing, some water, rope, a knife, oh and there it was.  I pulled out a small bottle and got a fresh needle from the package of four.  Sliding the needle through the membrane of the small vile I sucked up what I thought would be enough CC to put out a little lady and then I carefully put the vial back into a larger container and opened the door.

I smiled at passing cars and waved.  A nice man stopped to see if I needed assistance, which I didn’t.  Looking up and down the road I listened for the sound of car engines.  Once everything was quiet and the only sound was that of birds chirping, I popped the trunk.  Staring up at me was a wide-eyed woman.  Duct tape covering her mouth, she looked to be about twenty or so.  Her jeans dirty, shirt riding up as she struggled against the rope that had her hands tied behind her back.  She tried to talk to me through the duct tape, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying.  “Don’t worry this won’t hurt a bit.  I can’t have you back here making all that kind of racket, now can I?”  I leaned down to put a needle in her neck, but she kept moving.  “You need to be still.  If I put this needle in and it snaps off, you will be in bad shape.”  I held her head down this time.  With some force, pushing it in to the rough carpet of my trunk.  The needle went in and I pressed down on the plunger.  It wasn’t long until her body became limp and she quieted down.  Gently I pulled the needle out and walked back to my door and sat down in the car.

Once everything had been put away, I put the needle back in my day bag and drove on up the road.  I flipped the radio station to a new channel.

“This just in.  The daughter of police chief Winston McGill has been abducted outside her college campus.  This video tape shows a red Honda pulling up beside her, the door opened she appears to have been pulled into the car.  If you see this vehicle report it to the authorities right away.”  I flipped the channel.

Down on the hood of the car the old Chrysler hood ornament caught the sun as it broke through the trees.  Up ahead I could see lights flashing, police had blocked the road.  There were a couple of cars ahead of me.  One of which was the old man who had asked if I needed help.  One by one the cars in front of me were waved through the roadblock.  I stopped beside the police officer who leaned down and looked around inside my car.

“Where you heading?”

“Heading up north to my cottage not far up the road.  I have some acreage and I’m going to spend a few days hunting.  Are you a hunter officer?”
“No I never got into it. My father loves it.  Well you have a good few days.”

“Thank you, you as well.”  I smiled and nodded and drove off slowly.

 

Flipping the radio back on I started to hum and looked at the road sign.  150 KM to Bonfield.

The End

Copyright F.C. Janes

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