Keith awoke in a dark haze. He realized his eyes were blindfolded. Looking around he couldn’t see anything.
“Hey cop, you awake?”
“That’s Lieutenant Keith Richard to you. I am a decorated official in the NYPD Bronx Divi…” The blow had come from out of nowhere. Keith imagined it was the kidnapper’s way of saying shut up. “Where am I?”
“Can’t tell you.”
“Why can’t you? My hands are tied, im blindfolded, I don’t know who you are and I deserve answers.”
“Hmm... I suppose. Well you’re in a basement near the energy station. Oh and word has it that they’re gonna have an issue there in a few hours.” A slow smile spread over Brody’s face and he took the Louisville slugger from John’s house and smacked Keith again, knocking him out. Now he could read his magazine in peace. Opening his magazine he heard the buzzer of the timer he had set. “Well time to leave. Goodbye faggot.” Brody left the building and got in his car. As he drove away he saw the energy station having an eerie glow.
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