Stuck In the Driveway Part VII

It is Fiction Friday again. We are going to continue with our story from last week. 


Stuck in the Driveway Part VII

Stan began to stir. The light in the room flooded his eyes. "Uh, man." His eyes began to burn and water from the light. "It's so bright," Stan said as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand while he wiped away the tears with the other.

"We are sorry to hit you so hard Mr. Brogan; but, we had to make it convincing."

"Convincing?" Stan said turning to the sound of voice. Three men were standing in front of him. Stan addressed the only one he knew. "That was convincing all right. Why did you grab me early. I thought you weren't getting me until after the meeting."

"There was a black sedan at your business, 'Brogan's Green Thumb' sir," Agent Walker said.

"Ok, so why not grab me in the woods? Why did you have to crack me over the head?" Stan asked.

"Your are forgetting the black sedan," said Agent Walker. "We didn't know for sure if they had someone planted in the woods."

"That was probably just the Investors" Stan said.

"No, it wasn't," Agent Walker replied. "It was a Sergeant Owens."

"Who?"

"Seargant Owens, retired Special Forcees. He works as a hired gun now," said Agent Walker. He did nothing to hide his disgust. "The Investors were not coming to meet you. They sent someone to kidnap you."

"Dear, God. Ok, so what happens now?" asked Stan.

"We secure the rest of your family. We have your wife and your daughter," said Agent Walker. "However, we are still looking for your son. He is not where you told us he would be."

"No, he and his friends never came home. That's why I was running to work. His friends' cars had me stuck in the driveway. I had to take his friend B.J.'s car and...," Stan stopped. "Check Bob Snyder's house. His son, B.J. left his car at my house, but that doesn't mean they didn't end up back at his place."

Agent Walker looked at one of the other agents. "Agent Phipps, check it out." Agent Walker returned his attention to Stan. "Sir, is there any chance that your son went to 'Brogan's'?"

"I can barely get him to go there during the week to help me out," Stand said. "There is no chance that he was there. In fact, nobody would have been there. That's why I schedule the meeting with the Investors today."

"Mr. Brogan," asked one of the other agents.  He had also left the room while Agent Walker and Stan had been talking. "Do any of your son's friends have a yellow Pontiac Sunfire?"

"No," Stan said. He was concerned. "That's my cousin Beverly Thomas' car. Why?"

"Her car is at 'Brogan's' right now," the agent replied.

"What's your name agent?" Stan asked. His concern was growing.

"Agent Jones," he replied.

"Agent Jones. I need you to tell me that the Bev is okay."

"Well, Mr. Brogan," Agent Jones began.

"No," Stan cut him off.

"Mr. Brogan," Agent Jones said. "Your cousin was taken by a man."

"Was it this Sergeant Owens?" Stan asked.

"At first it was."

"What do you mean, at first it was?" Stan asked.

"Please Mr. Brogan," Agent Walker interrupted, "let Agent Jones finish."

"Sorry," Stan said. "Please finish."

Agent Jones told Stan about his ransacked business and how their men had seen Sergeant Owens carrying Bev out. "That's when someone wearing fatigues came running out of the woods and took out Sergeant Owens, and ran off with your cousin, Ms. Thomas."

"That's Mrs. Thomas. Bev's married to Tom Thomas, an old friend," Stan said. The agents just looked at him. "What? I didn't name him Thomas Thomas. Blame that one on his folks. Who took her into the woods?"

"From what we can tell it was someone who was camped out in the woods right across from 'Brogan's'," said Agent Jones.

"It was Eddie!" Stan said excitedly. "Eddie Johnson. Yeah, Eddie saved her."

"Who is Eddie Johnson?" asked Agent Walker.

"You should know him," Stan said. "He's retired Special Forces like your buddy Sergeant Owens. Eddie served in the First Gulf War. He has never been the same since he got back. Eddie's being living the life of a vagabond. You say he ran off into the woods with her."

"Yes," replied Agent Jones.

"And it sounds like your guys lost him?" asked Stan. The agents looked at each other. "He took her to the old mill. I guarantee. It's the safest place in around here."

"I am not sure how safe this old mill is," said Agent Walker. "It's pretty easy to find."

"Yeah, maybe the upper level is," Stan said. "But I bet you guys didn't know that there was a basement. You really have to search for the entrance. You will miss it at first glance. That's where they are."

"Are you sure that Eddie would not have hurt Mrs. Thomas?" asked Agent Walker.

"Not a chance," Stan replied. "Eddie is still in love with her."

"Mr. Brogan," began Agent Jones, "how sure are you that no one else knows about the basement entrance?"

"I'd stake my life on it. Why?"

"Our men heard a gunshot sir," said Agent Jones.

"Then, someone else is in the mill," Stan said. "No way Eddie shot Bev." Tears began to form in his eyes. "No way." Stan's voice started to crack. "You guys need to go in there and check it out." It was getting hard for Stan to talk. "Have you guys found my son?" The gravity of the situation and of the events he had put in motion we becoming unbearable. Why, he thought to himself, did I have to get involved with those Foreign Investors.

"We'll find him, Mr. Brogan," Agent Walker said.

"My wife and daughter are safe?"

"Yes, Mr. Brogan. Like you, they are now in Witness Protection," said Agent Walker. "We'll have your son soon too."

To be continued...


Copyright © 2010 Writing for Fun